Chapter 179 The First Step to Recognition
"Is there something wrong with that book?" Thor asked in surprise.
"No." Gorza's voice was still gentle, "It's just that you can't use this book."
Thor clenched the only remaining book in his hand.
Logically, he should have taken the initiative to hand the second book to the tower master at this time, but for some reason, he just couldn't reach out his hand.
The loud noise just now was like a knock on his heart.
With the appearance of the tower master, the faint sounds of conversation outside the library disappeared without a trace.
"Don't be afraid." The tower master blinked at Thor, and his hand appeared from under his cloak again, with a half-burned red candle standing on his palm.
"Did you make this yourself?"
Thor was stunned. Isn't this the red candle that was swallowed by the bronze gate?
Could it be that behind that bronze gate is where the tower master resides?
"Yes, I used a few candles from the storeroom, about the size of a fingernail, and I prepared the rest of the materials myself."
Now that he had been discovered, Thor could no longer lie.
Admit it honestly and strive for leniency.
Gorza wasn't angry, at least he didn't show it.
"Well, in the past, Kaz often appointed apprentices with outstanding talents to guard the warehouse. But we found that the more outstanding the apprentices were, the faster they consumed the materials in the warehouse. They were often too confident, and many died in experiments beyond their control. So I suggested that Kaz replace the warehouse with a mediocre person. In the first few years after you took over the warehouse, the speed of material consumption really slowed down, and the apprentices guarding the warehouse also lived diligently to this day. But now it's your turn, and you dared to attack my candles in just a few days~ Now the materials in the warehouse can no longer be saved."
Thor couldn't figure out for a moment whether the tower master was praising him or scolding him.
"I'm sorry, Tower Master."
Gorsa narrowed his eyes, retracted his hand, and did not return the red candle to Thor.
"No need to apologize. Giving you the opportunity to look after the warehouse means that I tacitly allow you to use the materials inside. The reason why I replaced the warehouse with mediocre apprentices is that although the previous geniuses were keen on experiments, they either had no creativity or the direction of the experiments was not what I expected. This is of course a waste."
"But you are different. I really like the first witchcraft prop you made. It seems that I still underestimated your ability and talent. Only by giving you a bigger platform can I see greater gains."
"Now I'm giving you a choice."
Gorsa walked slowly into the depths of the library. The white mist gradually obscured his figure, but his voice was still as clear as if it were in his ears.
"If you are willing to accept this gift of knowledge, follow me in; if you are afraid of unknown risks, leave the library."
Thor is already in a lot of trouble.
I wonder if the nightmare butterfly can be sealed for long; the secret of the body melting and mutation; the arm that is still a skeleton because the electric shock problem has not been solved; and the conspiracy about resurrection mentioned by Winnie...
Thor let out a long sigh, and then...followed with excitement on his face!
"Too much debt is not enough! This is a gift of knowledge. Just hearing the name makes my spirit boil! If I miss this opportunity, I will regret it in the future!"
Thor held the book tightly in his arms, with goosebumps of excitement and a heart pounding with anxiety, and walked with firm steps into the white mist where the Lord of Gorsa Tower disappeared.
When Thor was wrapped in white mist, he could no longer tell the direction, and even couldn't remember the direction he came from.
There were no bookshelves around, no walls visible, and even the light was a blurry halo.
Just as Thor was standing there at a loss as to what to do, a voice rang out.
"Follow me."
Gorza's silver eyes appeared in the white mist in the distance.
Like a searchlight, penetrating the endless darkness.
Thor hurriedly followed.
Vaguely, he felt as if he was climbing upwards.
I looked down at my feet, which were also hidden in the mist. The only thing I could see clearly was the book in my arms.
After walking quickly for nearly five minutes, the white mist in front of my eyes suddenly disappeared and my vision became clear.
What appeared before Thor's eyes was a long curved corridor with wooden bookshelves reaching the ceiling on both sides.
The bookshelf looked very ordinary, with some flower and leaf-like patterns carved on it.
There are many books on each shelf, but it is not full. It looks carefully arranged, giving a sense of enjoyment of life.
The books lay there undisguised, seemingly harmless.
Gorsa was standing at the end of the corridor. Thor didn't dare to delay and hurriedly followed him.
"The books in the corridor are all miscellaneous books I collected during my travels. They are generally useless. But I will read them occasionally. They are quite interesting."
Gorsa stood in front of a white door with golden witchcraft circles painted on it, as gorgeous as a noble's gold ornaments.
"This room contains records of almost all topics related to soul research. When you enter, you must be careful to distinguish which knowledge you can see and which you cannot. I will give you a key. Only you can enter. Others who come will be swallowed by the door..."
Gorza turned around and looked down at Thor, "Just like the apprentice who was devoured yesterday."
"Yes, sir."
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Since the tower master got the red candle, he must have known that Ferguson was also inside the bronze gate. But he came out with the red candle but didn't bring Ferguson out. Does that mean Ferguson is dead? "Are you used to using your left or right hand?"
The topic suddenly changed, but Thor immediately answered: "My dominant hand is my right hand."
"Well, then, hold out your left hand."
Thor raised his left hand, which was still a bony hand.
"Don't you have any idea about the transformation of spirit ester?" Gorza asked casually, and suddenly raised his hand and broke off a part of Thor's little finger...
Thor:?!
Gorza took the tip of Thor's left little finger, turned around and inserted it into the keyhole of the white door.
After waiting for about five seconds, he withdrew his hand and pressed the deformed bones back into Thor's left hand.
Thor stared at his hands in a daze. The tip of his left little finger became long and slender, like the sharp claw of a wild beast.
He even stretched out his right hand and pulled twice, and his little finger was firmly connected to his hand, with no sign of falling off.
"Remember to use the key before opening the door next time. By the way, get ready. I'm going out at the end of May."
It is now the beginning of May, and there are still more than twenty days until the end of the month.
"Okay, Tower Master, where are we going?"
"I don't know. The driver will take you there to solve a problem left over from two years ago. It may be dangerous, so I suggest you bring some life-saving items with you."
Thor thought for a moment and said, "Master, can I bring other companions with me?"
Golsa looked at Thor and suddenly smiled. "Some things are better not to be shared."
"This mission is not easy. If you are afraid, you can refuse."
"I accept." Thor accepted the task calmly without thinking.
Although the tower master did not say it explicitly, Thor knew that this was also one of the tower master's tests.
If he refuses, he may also refuse all future opportunities.
Sure enough, after hearing Thor's answer, the tower master's eyes narrowed.
After instructing Thor to act on his own, Golsa entered the brown door next to the white door.
Behind that door should be the tower owner's living room. Thor took a look and saw a comfortable sofa and a small table with food on it.
But Golsa obviously had no intention of inviting Saul in. The scene in the living room flashed by and was quickly cut off by the closed door.
Today's trip home was not smooth at all. The original train was cancelled due to ice on the track. It took me a long time to find another way home.
I am exhausted physically and mentally, and have done nothing. I will make up for today's update first, but I have to take a day off tomorrow. Sorry, sorry! (End of this chapter)
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