Diary of a Dead Wizard
Chapter 417: Tracking

Yura, stripped of her black silhouette shell, was an undeniable beauty. She bore a seventy percent resemblance to the current Grand Duchess Kira of the Kema Duchy.

But their temperaments were completely different, which reduced that seventy percent resemblance down to just thirty.

“What’s Yura doing in the Interlayer?” Saul, worried about being discovered by her, retreated a little further back.

But he didn’t leave.

After all, if he left now, it would really be like a beauty undressing and him closing his eyes.

Due to the distance and poor lighting, Saul could only make out that Yura had taken something out and was eating it.

She ate with force, yet very cautiously. Every time she lowered her head to her palm for a few seconds, she would lift it and scan her surroundings.

Although this place was rarely visited, she still remained highly alert.

Saul didn’t keep staring at Yura either, afraid that his gaze might alert her.

At the same time, he felt fortunate. Luckily, he had been searching for Senior Byron and brought him out immediately after finding him. Otherwise, Yura, who had sneaked into the Interlayer, might have discovered him.

Although the eyes in the Interlayer watched Yura as well, they didn’t attack her.

Suddenly, Yura looked up again—staring straight in Saul’s direction.

Saul, currently in soul form and hidden in the mist, avoided her suspicious gaze by averting his eyes and watching her movements from the corner of his vision.

But Yura truly seemed to have noticed something. She began inching cautiously, slowly approaching Saul.

Just as Saul was debating whether to continue hiding or to retreat immediately, an eye suddenly dropped down from above his head, positioned itself in front of him, then floated sideways toward Yura, stopping near her.

Yura, who had been moving closer, immediately halted. Her expression grew serious as she stared at the eye that had suddenly focused on her.

Saul noticed that Yura’s lips were black, and something dark was dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Then, another eye floated straight through Saul—as if passing through a ghost and drifted into the mist in front of them.

Then came a third eye from Yura’s left side, joining the others by her side.

And then a fourth, a fifth…

These eyes seemed drawn to Yura, each dropping down from above, encircling her, staring fixedly.

If not for the fact that the first two eyes had descended near Saul before drifting over to Yura, Saul might have really thought they were drawn directly to her.

Yura’s expression grew anxious. Her eyes scanned the staring orbs, and her lips moved as if muttering something.

She gave up approaching Saul, returned to don her black silhouette shell, then turned and left the Interlayer from another angle.

“Brother Saul, are these eyes deliberately covering for you?” Penny flew off Saul’s shoulder, circled around, then returned excitedly. “Did you already tame them last time? Brother Saul’s team is getting bigger and bigger!”

“I didn’t get that impression. At least, they’re different from you and the four souls fragments.”

There had never been a place for the eyes in the diary.

Which made it even harder to explain what exactly had happened when they invaded Saul’s mental realm.

Regardless, Saul’s relationship with them had suddenly shifted from indifferent to close.

So much so that they were willing to threaten Yura to shield Saul.

But Saul didn’t have time to analyze his relationship with the eyes right now.

He cautiously peeked a quarter of his face out in the direction Yura had left.

If someone were using a special method to observe soul bodies right now, they’d see a pair of eyes just breaching the ground surface.

And at that moment, Saul saw that Yura had already donned her black silhouette and was walking up the ramp to the second floor of the East Tower.

Saul exited the Interlayer, ready to give chase.

Suddenly!

[Lunar Calendar Year 317, May 22nd,

You recklessly followed, Stepped on a cat’s tail,

Attracted the gaze of demons,

And from that day until death,

You knew no peace.]

Death warning!

Saul froze instantly.

Following would lead to death!

But the long-term warning said that if he looked away when the resentment stripped off her clothes, he would also meet misfortune.

“Does it mean that what I saw in the Interlayer is already enough?”

“Yura was eating something and in a place where no one would usually go to do it! Is that information sufficient?”

Saul quickly dismissed the idea.

“No way. Even if I reported this to Gorsa directly, I couldn’t provide anything useful. I can’t even be sure if Gorsa knows about this at all!”

Saul was convinced he had to follow her. Even if Yura was now "clothed," her state was definitely not normal.

“I still have to go after her. The diary says recklessness is fatal, so I need another way.”

Saul’s thoughts raced.

“Change my appearance, disguise myself as Ivan, the one who’s been roaming the Wizard Tower for years in search of his body?”

“No. If they’re deliberately avoiding Ivan’s sight, I’d have no reason to follow. That would also expose me and strip me of my current advantage of operating from the shadows.”

Saul knew that if he didn’t come up with something fast, he’d lose the trail entirely.

Just then, a nearby dim candle’s flame suddenly surged half a meter high.

Saul jumped in fright, turned toward the candle and suddenly realized something.

He flew up and looked behind the candlestick at a narrow pipe and without hesitation, dove in.

Shapeshift!

Compress!

Cognitive disorientation!

It felt like being flayed alive!

Last time Saul had entered a candle pipe, his consciousness had already been muddled.

This time, he forced himself in while fully aware, experiencing the pain of spiritual deformation and identity distortion even more vividly.

Thankfully, Saul had a natural knack for this. His first shapeshifting form had even been a soft-bodied creature. So squeezing into a pipe like this wasn’t a problem for him now.

Once inside, he immediately crawled in the direction Yura had gone.

But there was a problem: inside the pipe, he couldn’t see where she was heading. Unless he periodically exited to check, it would be easy to lose her.

But frequently popping out would raise the risk of being discovered.

And as the diary warned—if he got caught, he might be swarmed and killed on the spot.

At that moment, a voice echoed in his ear.

“Turn left up ahead.”

It was the mouth-shaped wraith inside the pipe talking to him!

“Are these fragments genuinely helping me?” Saul hesitated over whether to follow their advice, but noticed the diary gave no reaction.

“Worth a try!” Without hesitating further, Saul followed their guidance.

These mouths could easily observe the outside without Yura suspecting anything.

Saul navigated inside the pipe, guided by their directions.

He made several sharp turns, nearly slamming into a wall.

Eventually, the mouths suddenly cheered, “She’s gone in! She’s gone in!”

Saul quickly moved into the part of the pipe where the mouths were clustered and tried to exit—it was still clear from the diary.

So Saul confidently poked his head out of the pipe.

What lay before him was a tightly shut door.

Saul didn’t often come here, but he instantly recognized the place.

It was none other than Mentor Anze’s laboratory!

The mouths had said, “She’s gone in!”—could that mean Yura had entered Anze’s lab?

Saul didn’t rush in. Instead, he asked the mouths, “Can you go inside and see what she’s doing?”

“She’s gone in! She’s gone in!”

But the mouths just kept cheering.

“You can’t go in, can you?” Saul asked again. Still no coherent answer—only frenzied, chaotic cheering.

“Alright. Now I’m sure these mouths really have no brains—only capable of processing the simplest instructions. They’re more lucid in dreams than in reality. Maybe the pipe itself is muddling their minds.”

“Maybe I can follow the pipe and sneak into the lab?” Saul thought aloud. “...Good, no warning from the diary.”

He let out a sigh of relief, though he remained tense.

Every room in the Wizard Tower had a candlestick. If he could determine the pipe’s path, he could use it to sneak in.

But when Saul reentered the pipe and, relying on memory, approached Anze’s lab...

CLANG!

(End of Chapter)

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