Diary of a Dead Wizard

Previously, with Gorsa’s allocation, airships would specially detour to pick him up.    

From the wizard tower to the airship VIP cabin, it was a one-step process.    

This time, Saul wasn’t in a hurry. He had brought a suitcase full of books and notes, planning to study hard on the airship and thoroughly supplement his lacking foundational knowledge.    

The luggage inspection before boarding the airship was very thorough. Even suitcases had to be opened and checked item by item.    

Saul took advantage of opening his suitcase to stuff in two sets of clean clothes.    

Otherwise, it would seem very strange for an ordinary person who didn’t look wealthy to live on an airship for a month with only a suitcase of books and writing materials.    

After passing the inspection, the woman responsible for checking him showed a genuine smile.    

“You’re a scholar, aren’t you? I’ll try my best to arrange a quiet room for you. Would you be willing to stay at the end of the corridor? It would be more peaceful there.”    

“That’s really very kind of you.” Saul nodded repeatedly.    

Finally boarding the deck, Saul found a spot not far from the entrance to stand.    

This airship generally had no wizards aboard, making its ticket price the cheapest among nearby airships.    

Having wizards on an airship was actually a form of safety guarantee.    

As long as they didn’t encounter wizard battles, even if the airship really had problems, someone could provide immediate remedy.    

The official powers of the three continents had all emphasized that wizards could not destroy operating airships. This also provided institutional protection for passenger safety.    

Saul saw Mike, who had just spoken with him, also board the airship.    

“This is my room number. I’ll be there after dinner. If you also hope to receive luck’s favor, remember to come—I can treat you to some wine.”    

Saul nodded with a smile.    

He wasn’t deliberately waiting for Mike here; rather, he had sensed magical power fluctuations on the deck.    

The fluctuations were very small, feeling like they should be from a wizard apprentice.    

But Saul didn’t sense any wizard apprentices among the passengers.    

Seeing Saul, dressed simply, standing near the deck railing for a long time, a ship’s attendant approached somewhat warily.    

“Oh, I’m fine, just looking at the scenery.” Saul waved his hand, indicating he wouldn’t jump from here.    

The attendant still followed Saul. “Then let me escort you back to your room. After all, passengers can’t stay on deck when the airship takes off.”    

Saul nodded, kicked the orange cat by his feet, picked up his large leather suitcase, and walked toward the cabin.    

After taking two steps, he turned back to the attendant still following him. “Excuse me, are there any wizard lords on this airship?”    

“No wizard lords. However, there is a wizard apprentice lord traveling with the ship, but he rarely meets outsiders.”    

Saul nodded.    

It seemed the weak magical fluctuations he had just sensed came from this traveling wizard apprentice.    

After dinner, Saul was still reading in his room.    

The orange cat Kate beside him was wearing a napkin like a human, holding a knife and fork, eating the steak and vegetable soup that Saul hadn’t touched.    

“Lord Saul, do you plan to go hear what that Mike person says about the cat’s gratitude?” Kate asked seemingly casually.    

Saul’s gaze remained on the book pages in his hands. “What, do you want to learn how to show gratitude too?”    

Kate was currently equivalent to Saul’s captive.    

At first, he had always thought about escaping, but after discovering that Saul was the new master of the Borderland, he obediently stayed by Saul’s side.    

As a wizard transformed into a cat, he desperately needed a powerful backer like Saul who could also treat mental pollution.    

Saul was also curious about Kate’s condition, so he had always kept him nearby for research.    

The book he was currently reading was also research related to soul transfer.    

He wanted to try whether he could transfer Kate’s soul into a human body without borrowing the diary’s power.    

Looking at the book in Saul’s hands, Kate always felt a chill down his spine.    

He shifted his bottom, his tail unconsciously swishing behind him. “I am somewhat curious, since you also mentioned this term before. I think it must be something significant.”    

Saul pressed the book against his chin, wondering whether to tell Kate that the cat’s gratitude was actually just a joke he had made.    

After a moment, Saul explained nothing and placed the book on the table.    

“Alright, then I’ll go see. Perhaps I can find something interesting from an ordinary person.”    

Upon hearing this, Kate’s face showed a smile. A crimson long tongue suddenly extended from the small cat’s mouth, reaching a meter long. With a sweep and roll across the dining table, it cleaned up all the food.    

Then the orange cat jumped down, walked on two legs to Saul’s front. “I’m finished eating, Lord Saul. Let me accompany you.”    

Saul looked down at Kate still wearing the napkin. “You can follow, but what I’m bringing is a cat, not…”    

Kate understood immediately. He lowered his head, stepped on his front paw, and tore off the napkin around his neck.    

Then he got on all fours, looked up, and meowed once.    

Saul smiled with satisfaction and pushed the door open.    

The orange cat followed lightly behind him.    

The two went up a flight of stairs and found Mike’s room in the middle of this floor.    

“Knock knock knock.”    

Saul gently knocked on the door.    

After a while, steady footsteps approached, and Mike opened the door from inside.    

Seeing Saul, his face broke into a smile. “So eager to come? I haven’t finished dinner yet.”    

He still had a napkin hanging around his neck, matching the orange cat’s earlier appearance, as if Saul’s arrival had just interrupted his meal.    

Saul said nothing, his gaze moving past Mike to look at the dinner on his table that was no longer warm.    

“Cough cough… Since you’re here, come in. I actually don’t eat much at night.” Mike coughed lightly and quickly stepped aside.    

Only then did Saul enter.    

The orange cat also slipped through the door gap just as it closed.    

Mike put down his knife and fork, tore off the loose napkin around his neck, peered into the corridor to see no one was there, then closed the door.    

Looking quite mysterious.    

“Saul, honestly, I’m giving you a chance to become lucky because I see you’re young and venturing out alone, which isn’t easy. Otherwise, this bit of luck wouldn’t even be enough for me alone.”    

“What exactly is it? Why can luck be shared with others? And what is this cat’s gratitude you mentioned?”    

Mike smiled mysteriously, his head also swaying. “I know that ninety percent of you coming here is disbelief, and ten percent is trying your luck.”    

He walked to the bed and pulled out a palm-sized package wrapped tightly in cloth from under layers of bedding.    

“But it doesn’t matter if you don’t believe. I can make you believe right now. This is a world with magical power. It’s not surprising that miraculous items appear in this world.”    

Mike spoke while unwrapping his tightly wrapped package.    

After layer upon layer of unsealing, a white ceramic kitten appeared before Saul and Kate.    

This ceramic kitten was crudely made, entirely white, with only its eyes painted red with rough pigment.    

Matching its ordinary appearance, Saul detected not a trace of magical or mental power fluctuation from it.    

Yet Mike was still proudly introducing his treasure.    

“This is the cat’s gratitude. Possessing it, you’ll become incredibly lucky, and whatever your heart desires can be achieved.”    

“Uh… meow?”    

Kate almost couldn’t hold back his complaints.    

(End of Chapter)    

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