Chapter 172 Itchy Meat
What I fear most is that the air suddenly becomes quiet for a long time.
Seeing that Kong Sha remained silent, Thor became a little anxious. His eyes were still wrapped in gauze.
"It seems that my worries are unnecessary, so..." Kong Sha suddenly didn't dare to give Sol any advice. She changed her words to a more tactful way. "If you are interested in the plan to strengthen your mental power, I can take you to a place. You will definitely find a suitable locator there."
"Location device..." Although Thor already has a diary, he currently has no idea how to turn the diary into his own locator.
It would be nice if he could learn from other positioning solutions so that he can expand his thinking.
"Senior Kong Sha, the locator isn't that easy to find, right? Is the place you mentioned particularly dangerous?"
"Yes! But powerful locators can only appear in dangerous places. Thor, you are indeed... excellent now, but if you want to continue on the path of a wizard, you cannot be satisfied with your current achievements. Sometimes, you just want to stop and rest, but when you set off again, you will find that you will never catch up."
The eyeballs in Kong Sha's head shrank back one by one, as if they also felt her gloomy mood.
"Is this Kong Sha's real experience?" Thor thought, "Sorry, I still need to think about it."
Although he was tempted, Thor did not agree immediately.
Kong Sha's shoulders sank slightly. "I can give you the locator plan first. Even if you don't need it, you can sell it to others at a high price. For second-level apprentices, locators are always the rarest."
The work in the second warehouse was indeed very hot. Before Thor could even get comfortable in his position, he was already being targeted by so many people.
Now what Ferguson wants obviously is the candle, while what Konsha wants is the Whisper of the Elf No. 117.
The first thing, Sol had heard Kujin say, looked useless but was actually very valuable. If Sol took this thing out, they would have something to hold against him, and he could use it to blackmail Kujin and his men.
The second thing was the elf item that Senior Byron had warned Thor not to touch before reaching level three.
In fact, Thor was very confused. Obviously, there was an elvish language in their witchcraft, so why were elven-related items a taboo? However, Thor was too weak at the time and had no energy or qualifications to explore the reason.
This time he had a chance to learn more about it. But before he was sure, he would never carry anything related to elves with him like Kongsha and Sid did.
Thor was really curious about the elf doll that could make the wizard apprentice dare not use his mental power just by holding it in his hand.
Isn't this a weapon designed to kill wizards?
"How about this, Senior Kong Sha, within ten days, if I'm ready, I'll come to your dormitory at the agreed time."
Thor was not sending Kong Sha away. If he didn't want to cooperate, he wouldn't have set the time so long. Instead, he wanted the other party to give up as soon as possible and not hold out hope.
At five minutes past three, Thor finally returned to the second warehouse.
He first looked at the communication pen and found that there was no mission today.
Then he turned around and walked through the crowd of zombies, came to the wall, and confirmed the number of lit candles.
91.
This number was a bit dangerous, so Thor quickly increased it to over one hundred.
He held the lamplighter and waited for a while, but no candle suddenly went out.
Thor nodded with satisfaction. "No wonder Ku Jin said that the second warehouse is the safest place. This mission is easy to accomplish!"
The next second, Thor, who had worked hard to light the lamp, put away the light in his hand, brought a large box, and moved it under a candle lamp that had not yet been lit.
He climbed onto the box holding a beaker in his left hand and a knife in his right hand.
Standing on the box, Thor's line of sight was as high as the candlelight.
He used a knife to cut a small piece of the candle directly and dropped it into the beaker that was connected under the candlestick.
Thor squatted down and placed the knife and beaker at his feet, then stood up again, took out the lamp lighter and tried to light the candle.
The candle lit without any surprises, but it was a little shorter than the candles in the other candlesticks.
Thor looked back at the entire storeroom. The candles in all the candle lamps in the storeroom were the same height.
Only the candle, which he had cut off, was shorter.
"The candles in the wizard tower are always bright and never go out. No one ever replaces the candles inside. Why are the heights always the same? It's as if a machine has precisely measured them."
Thor jumped down from the box, picked up the beaker and dagger and returned to the long table.
"I used to think that a servant or apprentice would be responsible for replacing the candles. But the second storehouse is only accessible to me and the tower master. No one else can enter, so this should be the effect of witchcraft."
Thinking of this, Thor suddenly put down the beaker, raised the dagger and ran back to the big box.
He pushed the box under a broken candlestick without a candle, climbed up again, and used the knife to pry the candlestick off the wall.
The base of the candlestick was firmly fixed to the wall by six long iron nails. Even with the strength of Thor's arms, it took a lot of effort to pull out a candlestick.
The iron nail that had broken away from the wall fell out of the base of the candlestick due to inertia, and landed on the ground with a clanging sound.
Thor transferred both the knife and the candlestick to his left hand, pressed his right hand against the wall, and leaned forward to reach into the hole under the candlestick.
On the wall below the base, there is a small hole with a diameter of about one centimeter. It is dark inside and no details can be seen.
Thor gently moved the fingertips of his right hand near the hole.
"Light."
The warm witchcraft light ball slightly illuminated the inside of the small hole.
The small hole contained neither rough earth walls nor smooth metal pipes, but something wrinkled and fleshy - a bit like blood vessels or intestines.
At the bottom of the blood vessels, there is a thin layer of dried white substance.
Thor immediately turned his head and looked at his left hand.
There was also a thin layer of dried white substance on the bottom of the long-damaged candlestick he was holding.
"Could these two things be the same substance?" With curiosity, Thor tried to use the dagger in his hand to dig out some white substance from inside the pipe.
However, the blade of the dagger was not narrow enough, and the white substance was located deep inside the pipe, so it could not be reached unless the wall was destroyed.
Thor originally wanted to run back to get a different needle or tweezers, but before he took action, he suddenly asked himself, "Will it be dangerous if I touch it?"
The diary did not respond.
So Thor answered himself, "It shouldn't be dangerous. After all, candles are everywhere in the wizard tower. The rulebook only says that candles cannot be extinguished, but it doesn't mention that they cannot be touched. In my job, I often need to come into contact with candles, and I may touch them. Since the rules don't mention it, candles themselves should be harmless."
Thinking of this, Thor simply put the tip of his right finger into the pipe - the diary didn't move - and gently dug out a little white substance.
But when he hooked his index finger, he suddenly felt the pipe seemed to move.
It was as if someone had suddenly tickled my skin and it contracted slightly.
The tremor was so slight that Thor wondered if he had seen it wrong.
He reached in and dug again, but there was no movement.
He scratched the inner wall of the pipe gently, strand by strand, as if scratching an itch.
Suddenly, the pipe really moved again.
The tremor was still very slight this time, but Thor, who was mentally prepared, saw it clearly this time.
That pipe is alive!
There's still a ticklish spot! Thor pressed the cut candlestick back with a complicated expression. Of course, he also took some of the white substance in the candlestick, but he didn't dare to touch the "blood vessel".
Afterwards, he returned to the long table holding the two substances.
Now, Thor pushed the messy long table to a small space, on which were placed a small candle, the white substance dug out from the pipe, and the white substance left in the candlestick.
Thor took out a little bit of each of these substances and performed various experiments to test their basic properties.
After several rounds of experiments, the three substances behaved in exactly the same way, and it can be basically confirmed that they are the same substance, namely the candle itself.
"The candles in the candlesticks are transported through pipes. So the candles here are maintenance-free and never burn out."
"The candles in the storeroom are the same as those outside, except that they will go out, and the candles themselves will not get shorter. So there should be a living pipe under the candlesticks in other places as well."
Thinking of this, Thor suddenly felt a little creepy.
He looked up and around. "Are we actually living in the body of some creature?"
The cold warehouse displays a variety of materials, including limbs of various creatures. Even if the ends are neat and smooth, it cannot alleviate the pain they suffered when they died.
All the cruelty, bloodiness, and darkness are hidden under the neatly cut stone slabs...
"Could it be that the Wizard Tower is a synthetic organism? Are there countless living beings sealed here?"
With countless lives, there are countless grievances, so the wizard tower can never fall into darkness.
Because darkness will awaken latent fears! Recently, each chapter has a lot of words, so I am now a 5,000-word party, not a 4,000-word party.
Evolved~ (End of this chapter)
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