Chapter 92 Whoever has the trouble should solve it
Golsa turned to look at the old butler, and asked softly as if he was afraid of scaring him, "Is your master's coffin still there?"
Hunter felt that he might have forgotten what fear was. Faced with such a gentle voice, he could only answer with human instinct.
"Yes, sir."
Gorza nodded and said, "Then please send him back."
"Yes, sir."
The next second, Gorsa's figure disappeared again.
Hunt walked forward numbly, put his arms around his former master's head and legs, and silently put them back into the carriage.
"Master, let's go home."
Golsa easily saw off the visitor and returned to the living room the next second.
He sat down on the sofa, leaned back and let out a comfortable sigh.
It seems like I just did some strenuous exercise.
And Kaz, when he saw that Ralph only had three small pieces left, stood back in his original position.
"Ha, Kaz, how's it going? Have you forgotten my light attribute witchcraft?"
Kaz bowed his head respectfully.
"No matter what attribute you major in, it's that powerful."
Golsa nodded with satisfaction.
"But why did you let Ralph go?" Kaz was puzzled.
Why would you hold back when killing someone?
"I put him back in the coffin. He won't recover without four or five years."
Golsa's explanation was pale, but Kaz could only nod.
He didn't understand it at all.
Could it be that the tower master didn't kill the Bloodthorn family because he was concerned about the Blood Rose family that the Bloodthorn family originally belonged to? But that was a long time ago, right? At this time, Kaz heard the tower master say, "By the way, tell Thor the location of the Bloodthorn family in three years and ask him to go there."
"Well?"
"You should solve the troubles you caused yourself. If he fails to become a Level 2 apprentice in three years, let him die outside!"
"I see. Then I'll go back first?"
Golsa nodded, then leaned back on the sofa without saying a word or moving.
At this time, he is like a cloak.
He was laid flat on the sofa.
Kaz left the living room and closed the door quietly.
Then, the corner of his mouth twitched.
"The tower master wants Thor to go to the Bloodthorn Family. Does he want to train Thor or expose him to flesh and blood witchcraft? Does the tower master really want Thor to participate in our experiment? How many more years will we have to wait..."
Kaz shook his head and walked away with his hands behind his back.
Butler Hunt was an excellent driver, and even when the car was going very fast, his master's round head was still firmly seated on the cushion of the seat.
When passing through a town, the old butler did not stop the carriage to find a place to rest, but kept the carriage running quickly.
It seemed that if he was a little slower, he would follow in his master's footsteps.
The carriage didn't stop until the stars appeared overhead.
The muscles on the old butler's face twitched suddenly, and he seemed to come alive, crawling into the carriage.
“Master, Master!”
He held up Ralph's head and poured a can of prepared blood plasma on it.
The blood flowed down Ralph's face and into his mouth, as if guided by an invisible force.
Ralph's gray eyes, which were still open in death, suddenly moved.
Then the mouth recovered a little.
"Hurry, I want to eat meat!"
' cried Ralph feebly.
The old butler quickly passed Ralph's legs over.
Ralph didn't care that it was his own body. Red flesh suddenly stretched out from his charred neck and wrapped around his legs.
Then came the sound of chewing.
"Not enough, not enough!" While the neck was eating, the mouth was not idle either.
Without hesitation, the old butler pulled out a long knife from under the carriage, cut off his left arm with one stroke, and then, enduring the severe pain, put it under Ralph's neck.
Ralph accepted the offer and devoured the old butler's arm.
"Not enough, not even close!"
The old butler immediately swung his knife to cut off the right leg at the root and used the tip of the knife to lift it next to Ralph.
Now he could no longer sit still and fell into the carriage, gasping for breath.
Just when he was wondering whether he should let his master devour him directly next, Ralph was finally satisfied.
Or it can be said to be temporarily satisfied.
He stretched out his tongue, which was several meters long, and licked the old butler's arms and thighs.
The old butler's severed limbs healed immediately, but he failed to grow new limbs.
"Let's go back to the manor first. I need to recuperate for a few years." Ralph's neck grew a little longer, and he leaned his head sideways on the cushion, tiredly.
"Yes, master." The old butler supported himself with one hand, then wrapped his feet around the frame to stabilize his body, and continued driving back.
That night, if any passerby saw the old steward driving the carriage, they would probably be scared to death.
Ralph's curses were heard from inside the car.
"Gorza, you madman! You murderer! You dictator! I curse you to be betrayed by everyone and to eat your flesh and blood!"
But Ralph kept his curses low for fear that they would be heard outside the car.
Hunter knew that his master was really scared this time.
After a while, Ralph had vented enough and said to Hunter, "I'm afraid it will take me four or five years to recover. During this time, you have to be careful not to let anyone know that I'm still alive."
"Understood, master." The old butler responded.
Ralph then closed his eyes and prepared to rest.
His butler never let him down.
"Wait for me, wait for me to recover, wait for me to get the diary back... I will never let them go!"
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Neither Gorza nor Kaz kept an eye on Thor's learning progress all day long.
They seemed extremely certain that Thor would be able to become a second-level apprentice within three years.
Thor, completely unaware of the situation, relied on his own persistence and finally raised his magic power to 45 joules two years later.
At the same time, he has also analyzed the construction rules of a level 1 witchcraft, so he can be promoted on the spot as long as he wants.
But senior Byron suggested that he try to increase his magic power to 50 joules and then learn first-level witchcraft.
Thor decided to listen to the experience of those who had experienced it before, and he restrained himself from practicing the first-level witchcraft.
The process of increasing the magic power from 14 joules to 45 joules was not as smooth as Thor had imagined.
Even the tragic memories are mixed with sadness and tears.
The progress of increasing magic power always gets stuck at a certain value from time to time and cannot be increased further through meditation.
He asked around and found out that other people had the same problem, but few were as stuck as Thor was every few steps.
What's even more infuriating is that Keli has never been stuck before! Moreover, she had successfully advanced to the second-level apprentice three months ago.
That day she couldn't wait to run to Sol to show off, and kindly told him that she had chosen one of two consecutive empty rooms on the 12th floor, waiting for Sol to be promoted so that she could continue to live next door to her.
Even though he has not yet reached level two, Thor has done a lot of useful work in the past two years and has reaped a lot of rewards.
With Xiaozao's help and the diary's support, he successfully optimized the plastic bone, updated his left hand, and smoothly transformed his right hand using the optimized plan.
Yes, after making sure that this plan would not affect the flexibility of his hands, Thor melted his right hand without hesitation!
Now both of his hands are light gray, smooth and delicate on the surface, somewhat transparent, and the white bones inside can be vaguely seen.
Moreover, his carving and modeling skills have improved a lot. The newly transformed hands look like plaster sculptures in the art room, which are quite beautiful.
In addition to giving Thor two significant increases in magic power, these hands also unlocked a new ability - spiritual ester control - after Thor integrated soul fragments into them.
This ability allows Thor to release 0th-order dark attribute magic without adjusting his mental strength. The release is quick and simple, as natural as waving a hand.
Not only that, this time Thor also found a way to solve the problem of his hands being afraid of electricity. He drew a set of symmetrical and interactive witchcraft rune arrays on the bones of his hands to resist the electric field.
In this way, if he puts on a pair of insulating gloves on the outside, he will basically not have any fear of electricity! (End of this chapter)
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