Diary of a Dead Wizard

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

"I know, thank you." Saul didn't know how Heywood could see his mental state, but the other party's eyes were indeed magical, and he was not surprised that he could do this.

"Have you not read the book I gave you?"

Haywood was referring to the book about the Nightmare Butterfly.

Without waiting for Thor to answer, he said to himself: "Yes, it's too early for you to study it now. Let me remind you one more time. After all, you have a cocoon in your hand, so you must always pay attention to the firmness of the seal."

After saying that, the two of them walked to the bronze door.

Heywood, who was empty-handed, naturally took the initiative to push the door open.

However, when Thor saw his hands stretched out from under the cloak, his eyes suddenly closed.

The hand Heywood stretched out turned out to be a pair of dark, scaly hands!

Completely different from what he was yesterday!

Thick and sharp nails scratched across the bronze door, making a sharp and harsh friction sound.

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

"Maybe his bad expression is not because of what happened yesterday." Saul intuitively believed that Heywood's hands were not transformed by witchcraft.

But...it's for temporary splicing.

But under what circumstances would he need to amputate his original pair of arms?

Was it an injury from the experiment, or... a punishment?

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

The cart gurgled along the East Tower ramp and soon arrived outside the residence of Instructor Anze.

This seems to be Thor's first time coming to Anze on a mission.

It shows how lazy Instructor Anze is usually!

He stopped the car and knocked on the door.

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

Like an elevator.

Sol walked in with his cart and saw a small corridor, barely big enough for him to walk in with his cart.

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

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

Along the way, Instructor Anze's large room was actually divided into more than twenty rooms, which meant that there were at least forty people here.

No wonder Luo Kai works so hard to recruit new people, otherwise it wouldn't be enough for Anze to drive him.

Sol pushed the cart deep into the small corridor.

There was a single room there 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.

When he looked up, he saw it was Ku Jin.

This huge, strong man is actually crying right now? !

Thor suddenly became a little nervous.

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

Golza's disdain for them was Golza's business alone.

"You can't forget your place just because you've been with the tower master for a long time."

Ku Jin also noticed Saul at this time, and quickly wiped the tears on his face, without saying hello, barely squeezed past the cart sideways, and left quickly.

It looked like he was running away.

"Enter."

Thor was still looking back at Kujin who was leaving when he heard a feeble voice coming from inside.

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

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

Anze was half lying on a recliner with his eyes half closed.

"Leave the car outside."

Sol was analyzing what Anze meant by leaving the car outside and him coming in with the materials; or whether the car and materials were left outside and he came in by himself.

But someone soon helped him make a choice.

An apprentice walked out of the next room and moved the materials in the car directly.

"Okay, that's just me walking in. Instructor Anze's mission is not just to obtain materials."

Sol straightened his face, making his expression one-third of fear and three-thirds of vigilance, and stepped into the cabin where Anze was.

Hearing Sol's approaching footsteps, Anze finally lazily raised his eyelids and said, "Come here."

Thor walked up to Anze, and then the other party grabbed his hand.

"Is it fun to study souls?"

Sol stared at his hand held by Anze and nodded repeatedly.

Suddenly, Anze stretched out his other hand, and his nails instantly grew and turned into sharp blades, cutting off Thor's little finger.

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

The veins on Sol's forehead twitched twice, but he held it back without frowning or crying out in pain.

Anze raised Sol's little finger and observed it through the dim candlelight above his head.

Thor's severed finger was still twitching, feeding back the message of pain more faithfully than he himself could.

When Anze put his fingers into his palm, the red blood left at the break even began to penetrate under his skin.

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

However, the gray skin did not have time to spread, and the skin on Anze's palm directly festered and regenerated until new healthy skin covered the original wound.

At this time, Thor's severed limb was no longer as active as before, and looked like an old wilted leaf.

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

A magical scene happened. When the severed limb and Thor's palm came closer, 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 let go easily.

"Bah!"

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

Thor finally retracted his hand, and then without changing his expression, he twisted the finger that was reversed with a "click".

Anze closed his eyes again and put his hands on his chest, as peacefully as if he was lying in a grave.

"It's true that he is a newcomer that the tower master likes. It is rare to be able to enjoy learning." He raised his eyes and glanced at Thor again, "What a lucky guy. Ha, 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 sign of a broken finger.

"Teacher Anze, what is the bad luck you are talking about?"

"Of course it's the price you have to pay for all the preferential treatment today." An Ze laughed, "For example, if some people raise chickens and ducks, they are just for food."

Anze's words are actually a very obvious provocation.

As Golza said, Anze's hatred for him is no longer concealed.

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

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

Which step he can reach in the end still requires his own judgment and efforts.

In any case, strength is a must.

Without strength, no matter how many backers and props you have, it is just empty talk.

Pushing Kong Nuo out of Instructor Anze's room, Sol looked at the time and saw that it was only 6:15.

The efficiency is very high.

He hurriedly ran all the way to Byron's dormitory.

The apprentices in front were alerted by the sound of the cart. When they turned around and saw that it was Sol, they all gave way.

In the end, Sol hit the door of Byron's dormitory with the front of his car, causing a small dent in the wooden door.

"Senior! Are you there?" They ran wildly together, venting the repression they had just felt at Anze's place. Saul shook his neck and knocked on Byron's door.

Fortunately, Byron was actually in the dormitory.

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

Byron: "Huh?"

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