Kismet never revealed what specific connection existed between him and the Death Wizard Diary.

But Saul could see that many of his actions were related to the diary.

It was just that from his inscrutable attitude, Saul couldn’t judge what role he actually played in it all.

Was his constant stirring up storms in various places to collect diary pages voluntary or forced? Was it helplessness, or did he enjoy it?

But today, Saul suddenly sensed from Kismet’s lost smile a trace of… despair hidden beneath his changeable masks?

He didn’t know if it was his imagination, because Kismet quickly put on a smiling face again.

“Since I’ve already done so much for master, don’t keep me locked up here anymore.” Kismet raised two index fingers, gently swaying them, “At least let me appreciate the scenery here!”

“Hmm…” Saul dragged out the sound while thinking.

Five minutes later.

Kismet still sat in the original chair, still surrounded by Little Algae baring their teeth at him.

“This isn’t the scenery I wanted to appreciate!”

Saul had brought Kismet to the circular platform at the tower top.

Perhaps because winter was approaching, today’s wind was particularly strong.

As soon as they came up, it made their robes flutter loudly.

Although Kismet had just played the victim, Saul didn’t want to let him move freely in his wizard tower.

“The scenery here is quite nice.”

“Fine.”

Kismet accepted his fate, then ignored the Little Algae beside him, rolled directly from the chair to the ground, put his hands behind his head, and lay flat on the ground.

Looking completely resigned to lying flat.

The giant bird nearby suddenly stretched its wings, and a pale yellow feather fell from its body, blown by the wind onto Kismet’s face.

He didn’t find it embarrassing either, taking off the feather that almost covered his entire face with interest, continuously spinning it with his fingers.

“Dear younger brother master, what’s the name of this mutated big bird?”

The pale yellow giant bird was borrowed from Pei’er, and Saul had never thought about naming it.

“No name?” Seeing Saul didn’t answer, Kismet suggested with a smile, “How about calling it Diu Diu!”

Saul frowned. Whether it was “diu” meaning embarrassment or “diu” meaning loss, neither seemed appropriate.

“Whatever. Continue looking at the scenery. I have things to do. Don’t do anything unnecessary, or I’ll throw you out if I find out.”

“Yes, sir!” Kismet had originally wanted to stick the feather in his hair, but smelling a faint bird droppings odor, he wrinkled his mouth in disgust, flicked the feather away with his hand, and cast several cleaning spells, “Sigh, I’ve been busy for so long, can’t do what I want to do, but now I can finally rest a bit.”

Saul had already turned to leave, but at the doorway he couldn’t help but turn back and ask: “What do you want to do?”

Kismet turned his head sideways, raised his hand to point at the sky, and said to Saul, “Me? I want to go to the stars!”

…

Leaving behind the incomprehensible Kismet, Saul came to the first basement level to consult Camus about atoms.

Camus was still the same as before, welcoming any academic discussions from Saul.

However, even though she was a third-rank wizard, her understanding of atoms was limited.

The several commonly accepted atomic model theories she proposed were all different from Saul’s physics knowledge of atoms.

Of course, Saul couldn’t confirm that atoms in this world had the same structure as those in his original world.

Although third-rank wizards could already conduct experiments and applications based on atomic properties, they didn’t have a very clear understanding of atomic microscopic structures.

“If I substitute the structure of physical atoms for verification, would I get correct results?”

Saul currently had one experiment ongoing that required changing material properties.

That was the Black Tide pollution inertization formula that Senior Byron was currently tackling.

However, using atomic changes to alter elemental properties was still too early.

After all, Saul didn’t even understand atomic structure clearly yet.

Moreover, Black Tide pollution itself wasn’t just an elemental problem, but also involved more pollution that acted on spiritual bodies.

Just solving elemental and atomic problems wouldn’t complete the inertization experiment.

“Senior really chose quite a difficult topic for himself.” Saul rubbed his chin, suddenly having a new association, “If elemental particles are composed of atoms, then what is pollution, which has a different manifestation form from elemental particles?”

After learning theoretical knowledge from Camus, Saul prepared to go to Byron’s place for practical testing.

Just the initial experimental design phase alone had taken them half a month.

Even with Camus providing guidance, they hadn’t improved their progress much.

During one day in this half month, Kismet left without saying goodbye.

Like a well-fed stray cat, he ran off without even greeting anyone.

Of course, being exposed to wind and sun at Saul’s place wasn’t very comfortable for him either.

Half a month later, Pei’er, who hadn’t been seen since leaving Old Days Manor, finally appeared.

As soon as she arrived, in the small room on the fourth floor of the wizard tower, she told Saul about him becoming a candidate for the third-rank position in the Borderland.

“The third candidate?” The news Saul got from Kismet was about two candidates, but unexpectedly, at Pei’er’s place, there was another one.

“Yes, this is already the result of our hard efforts. Fortunately, you have a mentor with considerable reputation who’s connected to the Glare Family, and we also notified Gorsa in the Far North, who agreed to let you become a candidate.”

“It’s just that unexpectedly, the Glare Family also sent out a candidate named Corey, who specializes in light attribute magic.”

“Perhaps neither side could convince the other, so in the end they let both of you become candidates for fair competition. But this way, the Stargate Council Chairman’s side also put forward someone called Luke, who like you specializes in dark attribute magic. So it ended up being a total of four candidates.”

Actually, Pei’er wanted to complain that Gorsa had initially said to make Saul the next third-rank, but in the end he could only become one of the candidates.

Typical case of ability not matching reputation.

However, considering that he was Saul’s mentor after all, she didn’t feel it appropriate to gossip and swallowed her complaints.

“Three is fine, doesn’t matter.” Although initially surprised, Saul quickly became accepting.

Anyway, whether it was two or three people, there would be competition, so let’s see who’s stronger.

If it were a life-and-death battle, Saul really had some confidence.

Even among the best second-rank wizards, it would be hard to escape his consciousness space siege!

Thinking this way, Saul felt somewhat eager to try.

“How will the winner be selected?” he asked Pei’er.

Pei’er looked at the confident Saul, couldn’t help but kiss the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, “Although the selection conditions haven’t been determined yet, ultimately I, the Firefly Lord, and a third-rank from the Stargate Council will jointly help the winner push open the door within their body.”

“This requires that the candidate must rely on their own power to push open at least a tiny crack in the door within their body.”

(End of Chapter)