Diary of the Death Wizard

"Spiritual body." Heywood hid his hands under the cloak. There were waves of waves coming from the back of his head, but he retracted carefully before reaching the range of Thor's mental radiation, "Although your mental power is very powerful, but Also pay attention to rest. Wizards are not machines after all."

"Understood, thank you." Thor didn't know how Heywood could see his mental state, but the other party's eyes were indeed somewhat miraculous, and he was not surprised to be able to do this.

"Haven't you read the book I gave you?"

Heywood was referring to the book about the Nightmare Butterfly.

Without waiting for Sol to answer, he said to himself: "Yes, it is too early for you to study it now. Let me remind you again by the way. After all, you have a cocoon in your hand, so you must always pay attention to the firmness of the seal."

After speaking, the two of them walked to the bronze gate.

Heywood, who was empty-handed, naturally stepped forward to push the door.

However, when Thor saw his hands protruding from under the cloak, his eyes suddenly locked.

The hands that Heywood stretched out turned out to be a pair of pitch-black hands covered with scales!

It's completely different from him yesterday!

The thick and sharp nails scratched across the bronze door, making a sharp and ear-piercing rubbing sound.

Only one of the bronze doors opened smoothly, and Heywood went out first, and did not take the initiative to explain the condition of his hands to Sol.

"Maybe his complexion is not because of yesterday's incident." Sol instinctively believed that Heywood's hand was not transformed into a witch body.

Instead... use it for temporary splicing.

But what situation required him to amputate the original pair of arms?

Is it an experiment injury, or...a kind of punishment?

For some reason, Gorza's gentle silver eyes suddenly appeared in Thor's mind, and he shuddered suddenly.

The cart rumbled along the slope of the East Pagoda, and soon came to the residence of Instructor Anze.

This seems to be the first time that Sol has come to Anze on a mission.

It can be seen how lazy tutor Anze is usually!

He stopped the car and knocked on the door.

But before the hand touched the door, the door opened automatically to both sides.

Like an elevator.

Sol pushed the cart in and saw a pocket corridor that could barely accommodate him pushing the cart in.

There are rooms on both sides of the small corridor. There is a large piece of glass on the door of these rooms, so that you can clearly see the scene inside.

Sol was shocked to find that there were two or three apprentices in almost every small room.

Going all the way, the big room of Instructor Anze was actually divided into more than 20 rooms, that is to say, there are at least 40 people here.

No wonder Luo Kai tried so hard to recruit new recruits, otherwise Anze would not be enough to drive him.

Sol pushed the cart all the way to the depths of the small corridor.

There was the only room without a window.

"This should be the room where Instructor Anze is." Sol was about to knock on the door when another person came out.

Looking up, it turned out to be Ku Jin.

This huge, strong man is actually crying at this moment? !

Sol suddenly became a little nervous.

No matter how lazy An Ze is, he is a dangerous and terrifying official wizard.

It is Golsa's business that Golsa despises them.

"You can't forget your position just because you have been with the tower owner for a long time."

Kujin also noticed Sol at this time, and quickly wiped away the tears on his face, and without saying hello, he sideways barely squeezed past the cart, and left quickly.

It looks a little like running away.

"Enter."

Sol was still looking back at Kujin who was leaving, when he heard a weak voice from inside.

He turned around quickly, cleared his throat, and pushed the cart in.

Although the tutor's room was large, after dividing a corridor and more than two dozen rooms, the remaining room had become very small.

An Ze was half lying on a recliner, with his eyes half closed.

"Leave the car outside."

Saul was explaining what Anze meant by saying that the car was left outside and he came in with the materials; or whether the car and materials were left outside and he came in by himself.

But soon someone helped him make a choice.

An apprentice came out of the next room and directly moved the materials on the cart into it.

"Okay, then I went in by myself. Teacher Anze's mission this time is really not just for materials."

Sol straightened his face, making his expression three points of fear and three points of vigilance, and stepped into the hut where Anze was.

Hearing the sound of Sol's approaching footsteps, Anze finally raised his eyelids lazily, "Come here."

Sol walked all the way to Anze, and then the other party grabbed his hand.

"Is studying the soul fun?"

Saul stared at his hand grasped by Anze, and nodded repeatedly.

Suddenly, Anze stretched out his other hand, and the nails grew instantly, turning into sharp blades, and cut off Sol's little finger.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, and the severe pain was transmitted to the brain instantly.

The veins on Sol's forehead twitched twice, but he held it back, without frowning, let alone screaming for pain.

Anze raised Sol's little finger, observing through the dim candlelight above his head.

Thor's severed finger was still twitching, giving feedback on pain more faithfully than he himself.

When Anze put his finger into his palm, the red blood left at the cut even began to seep into his skin.

Soon, a small piece of skin on Anze's palm also turned gray.

However, the gray skin didn't have time to spread, and the skin in Anze's palm festered and regenerated until the new healthy skin covered the original wound.

At this time, Sol's severed limb was not as active as before, and looked like a wilted old leaf.

Anze held up Sol's severed limb and hand, and slowly shortened the distance between them.

A miraculous scene happened. When the severed limb and Sol's palm were close together, the gray skin on both sides stretched out small tentacles, like lovers who were ruthlessly separated, stretching out their entangled hands towards each other.

"Interesting." Anze finally smiled, and he lightly let go.

"Bah!"

Thor's severed finger returned to his hand like a magnet.

Sol finally withdrew his hand, and twisted his reversed fingers back with a "click" without changing his face.

An Ze closed his eyes again, put his hands on his chest, peacefully as if lying in a tomb.

"Fortunately, it's the newcomer that the tower master is looking for. It's rare to be able to enjoy learning." He raised his eyes and glanced at Sol again, "What a lucky guy, huh, I hope this luck will not turn into bad luck."

Thor let go of his hand. At this time, his left hand was intact, and there was no evidence that a finger had been broken.

"Mr. Anze, what do you mean by bad luck?"

"Of course it's the price you have to pay for all the preferential treatment today." An Zeyou laughed, "For example, if someone raises chickens and ducks, it's for eating."

Anze's words are actually very obvious provocations.

As Golsa said, Anze's hatred for him has not been concealed.

But so what, isn't Anze honestly completing all the tasks assigned by Golsa?

Of course, Saul didn't mean to laugh at Anze, after all, his future might not be as good as Anze's.

Which step he can take in the end still needs his own judgment and hard work.

In any case, strength is a must.

Without strength, no amount of backing and props are empty talk.

Pushing and walking out of Anze's mentor's room, Sol saw that the time was only 6:15.

Very efficient.

He hurried all the way to Byron's dormitory.

The apprentices in front were startled by the sound of pushing the cart, and when they turned around to see it was Sol, they gave way one after another.

In the end, Sol hit the front of Byron's dormitory door, knocking a small dent in the wooden door.

"Senior! Are you there?" They ran wildly together, venting their depression from Anze just now, and Saul shook his neck while knocking on Byron's door.

Fortunately, Byron was actually in the dorm.

He opened the door, and when he saw Sol, he didn't say hello immediately, but turned his head silently, looking at the obvious damage on the door.

Byron: "Huh?"

March is coming, readers, do you have a guaranteed monthly pass? Xiaopujie is asking for a monthly ticket. To show my sincerity, today is the third watch!