Chapter 247 Broken Finger
"Spirit body." Heywood hid his hands under his cloak. Waves came from the back of his head, but before reaching Thor's spiritual radiation range, he carefully retracted, "Although your mental power is very strong, you must also pay attention to rest. Wizards are not machines after all."
"I see. Thank you." Thor didn't know how Haywood could see his mental state, but the other person's eyes were indeed magical, so he was not surprised that he could do this.
"Haven't you read the book I gave you yet?"
Haywood was referring to the book about nightmare butterflies.
Without waiting for Thor's answer, he said to himself, "Yes, it's too early for you to study it now. Let me remind you again. After all, you have a callus in your hand, so you must always pay attention to the firmness of the seal."
After saying this, the two of them had walked to the bronze gate.
With nothing in his hands, Haywood naturally took the initiative to push the door open.
However, when Thor saw his hands stretched out from under the cloak, his eyes suddenly narrowed.
The hand that Heywood stretched out was actually a pair of dark, scaly hands! It was completely different from what he had yesterday! The thick, sharp nails scratched across the bronze door, making a sharp, piercing friction sound.
Only one of the bronze doors opened successfully, and Haywood went out first without taking the initiative to explain the condition of his hands to Thor.
"Maybe he looks bad, not because of what happened yesterday." Thor intuitively felt that Haywood's hand had not undergone a wizard body transformation.
But...it's just a temporary splicing.
But what situation would require him to amputate his original arms?
Was it an injury from the experiment, or... a punishment? Somehow, Thor's mind suddenly popped up Gorza's gentle silver eyes, and he shuddered.
The cart rumbled along the ramp of the East Tower and soon arrived outside Instructor An Ze's residence.
This seems to be the first time Thor came to Anze to accept a mission.
This shows how lazy An Ze is! He stopped the car and knocked on the door.
But before his hand touched the door, it opened automatically to both sides.
Like an elevator.
Thor pushed the cart in and saw a tiny corridor that was barely big enough for him to push the cart in.
There are rooms on both sides of the small corridor. There is a large piece of glass on the door of each room, so you can clearly see the scene inside.
Thor was surprised to find that there were two or three apprentices in almost every small room.
Walking along the way, we found that Instructor An Ze's big room was divided into more than twenty rooms, which means there were at least more than forty people here.
No wonder Luo Kai is trying so hard to recruit new people, otherwise he wouldn't be able to command An Ze.
Thor pushed the cart all the way to the end of the small corridor.
There was a room that was the only one without windows.
"This should be the room where Teacher Anze is." Just as Thor was about to go forward and knock on the door, another person came out.
When I looked up, it was Ku Jin.
This huge man was crying at this moment?! Thor suddenly became a little nervous.
No matter how lazy Anze is, he is a dangerous and terrifying official wizard.
It was Gorsa's own business whether he looked down upon them.
"Don't forget your place just because you've been with the Tower Master for so long."
Kujin also noticed Thor at this time, and quickly wiped the tears from his face. Without saying hello, he squeezed past the cart and left quickly.
It looked like he was running away in panic.
"Enter."
As Thor turned his head to look at Kujin who was leaving, he heard a weak 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 it into a corridor and twenty or so rooms, the remaining room had become very small.
Anze was half lying on a recliner with his eyes half closed.
"Leave the car outside."
Thor was trying to figure out whether Anze meant to leave the car outside and he would come in with the materials, or leave both the car and the materials outside and he would come in alone.
But soon someone helped him make a choice.
An apprentice came out from the next room and moved the materials from the cart directly into it.
"Okay, that's me walking in on my own. It turns out that Instructor An Ze's mission this time was not just to get materials."
Thor straightened his face, letting his expression show three parts of fear and three parts of vigilance, and walked into the hut where Anze was.
Hearing Thor's approaching footsteps, Anze finally raised his eyelids lazily and said, "Come here."
Thor walked close to Anze, and then the other party grabbed his hand.
“Is it fun to study the soul?”
Thor stared at his hand that was held by Anze and nodded repeatedly.
Suddenly, Anze stretched out his other hand, and his nails instantly grew longer and turned into sharp blades, cutting off Thor's little finger.
The fingers are connected to the heart, and the severe pain is instantly transmitted to the brain.
The veins on Thor's forehead twitched twice, but he held it in. He didn't frown or cry out in pain.
Anze raised Thor's little finger and observed it in the dim candlelight above his head.
Thor's severed finger was still twitching, reflecting the pain more faithfully than he himself.
When An Ze put his finger into his palm, the red blood left by the broken finger even began to seep under his skin.
Soon, a small patch of skin on Anze's palm also 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 broken limbs were no longer as active as before, and looked like wilted old leaves.
Anze held up Thor's severed limbs and hands, slowly shortening the distance between them.
A magical scene happened. When the severed limb and Thor's palm came closer, small tentacles actually stretched out from the gray skin on both sides, like lovers who were ruthlessly separated, stretching out their entangled hands to each other.
"Interesting." An Ze finally smiled and relaxed his hands gently.
“Beep!”
Thor's severed finger returned to his hand like a magnet.
Thor finally withdrew his hand, and then, without changing his expression, twisted his wrongly installed fingers back with a "click".
Anze closed his eyes again, put his hands on his chest, and lay peacefully as if he was lying in a grave.
"As expected, you are a newcomer chosen by the tower master. It is rare to be able to enjoy learning." He raised his eyes and glanced at Thor. "What a lucky guy. Haha, I hope this luck will not turn into misfortune."
Thor let go of his hand. His left hand was intact and there was no sign that a finger had been broken.
"Teacher An Ze, what do you mean by bad luck?"
"Of course, this is the price I have to pay for all the preferential treatment I have received today." An Zeyou laughed, "For example, if some people raise chickens and ducks, they do so for eating."
An Ze's words were actually a very obvious provocation.
As Golsa said, Anze's hatred for him was no longer concealed.
But what does it matter? Anze is still completing all the tasks assigned by Gorza honestly? Of course, Thor did not mean to laugh at Anze. After all, his future might not be as good as Anze's.
How far he can go in the end still depends on his own judgment and efforts.
In any case, strength is a must.
Without strength, no matter how many backers and props you have, they are all in vain.
Pushing Kongzi out of mentor Anze's room, Thor looked at the time and saw that it 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 the cart, turned around and saw that it was Thor, and made way for him.
Finally, Thor crashed the front of his car into the door of Byron's dormitory, leaving a small dent in the wooden door.
"Senior! Are you there?" They ran together, venting the depression they had just felt with Anze. Thor shook his neck and knocked on Byron's door.
Fortunately, Byron was actually in the dorm.
He opened the door and saw that it was Thor. He didn't greet him immediately, but turned his head silently and looked at the obvious damage on the door.
Byron: “Hmm?”
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