Death Wizard Diary

Thor stretched out his hands to receive the potion.

It's just that his right hand is extremely stiff, and his left hand is even bone-white.

Seeing this, the woman did not hand the crystal bottle to Sol, but pulled out the stopper herself and fed it to Sol.

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He raised his head and cooperated with the woman to swallow the medicine.

It is a beautiful thing for a beautiful woman to feed you medicine.

A half-beautiful woman feeding you medicine... is really not a blessing.

But that potion is really useful.

After taking one bottle, Thor immediately felt a cold current flowing from his throat to his stomach. He stopped shivering, and his hands gradually regained consciousness. Soon, his right hand could move flexibly.

He felt itchy on his forehead, raised his hand and touched it, and found that all the scars from his old wounds had fallen away.

Only his left hand is still a bone, showing no signs of recovery.

"I'm afraid your left hand won't be able to recover with your current physique." The woman casually placed the crystal bottle on the table, "Unless you can become a wizard's apprentice."

Thor smiled bitterly, "I'm just a servant."

"What about servants?" The woman smiled, "If you are interested, I have a test opportunity here. It depends on whether you dare to participate."

The test to become a wizard's apprentice?

Sol suddenly raised his head.

"I think, my lord, I would like to become a wizard's apprentice."

"Oh hehe~" The woman was not surprised by Sol's choice.

It can be seen from the selection of Thor as a living subject for the experiment that he has good willpower and courage. Although he is also afraid, he can maintain a certain calmness.

These are the qualities a wizard apprentice should have.

Thor waited for the woman to finish laughing before continuing to ask: "Sir, if you help me become a wizard apprentice, what will it cost me?"

"What do you pay for? What do you think you have that matches the qualifications of becoming a wizard's apprentice?" The woman's tone suddenly changed again.

Sol was startled and gradually calmed down from his excitement.

After working as a valet for a few days, he couldn't wait to get rid of this identity. That's why he was so excited just now and even wanted the other party to make conditions.

But the woman's rhetorical question immediately made him calm down again.

He currently has no value for the other party to give him a test spot.

Thor was silent, but he did not give up on becoming a wizard's apprentice.

He believed that the woman opposite would not mention the test opportunity just to tease him.

He should wait for the person opposite to make the offer.

"Do you really want to become a wizard's apprentice?" the woman asked again, "even if it turns out to be like me?"

Her upper body suddenly leaned forward, the glass cover above her head shook violently, the milky white liquid inside hit foam and spray, and the eyes hidden in the liquid hit the glass wall from time to time, making a thumping sound.

Thor occasionally met wizard apprentices, but none of them looked as scary as a woman.

but……

"I think." Facing the woman's head, Sol replied in a low but firm tone.

Rather than worrying about becoming a flower fertilizer at any time, it is better to die in the pursuit of strength.

"Okay." The woman nodded with satisfaction, "In the next two days, a new batch of apprentices will be sent in. If nothing else, seven or eight of them must have died on the way. As usual, a few of them will be selected from among the servants.

Let’s make up the number. I’ll send your name in.”

"Thank you, sir."

"Kongsa."

"?"

"Level 2 Wizard Apprentice, Kongsha. If you can pass the test to become a Wizard Apprentice, remember to choose Mentor Kaz."

"I understand, Master Kongsha. My name is..."

"No need." Kongsha interrupted him, "Wait until you become a wizard's apprentice and then tell me your name."

Thor was silent.

Before he became a wizard's apprentice, to Kong Sha, he was just a servant who didn't even deserve a name.

Very realistic.

But in the Wizard Tower, identity always matches strength.

Sol exited Konsa's room, and the door closed silently in front of him.

When he turned around, the blood on the opposite side disappeared. He didn't know how Kong Sha did it.

The candlelight on the wall was almost bright yellow.

Sol quickly inspected the remaining corridors.

There's nothing dirty on the surface.

He didn't have time to continue cleaning. As long as there was no garbage that was too conspicuous, the housekeepers would not really wipe the floor with white gloves.

Sol turned around and pushed the cart as fast as he could, finally running into the corridor on the fourth floor before the candle light turned white.

Breathing heavily, he put the items back into the utility room and took out the trash.

"Finally finished before the housekeeper checked."

Sol subconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his left hand, but his skin was scratched raw by the hard bones.

"There is still no pain or even touch in my left hand."

He moved a few fingers.

"But I can move freely. Is this the power of witchcraft?"

After accepting that his left hand might permanently turn into a bone, Thor was fascinated by the power contained in it.

He looked at his right hand again. Although it only looked thinner on the outside, Thor could feel the power hidden inside.

He picked up a random stone from the trash can in the utility room, squeezed it gently, and the stone broke into several pieces.

"The right hand should be the result of a successful experiment. The grip strength is very strong, far exceeding that of ordinary adult men. I think the so-called warriors and knights in this world have only this grip strength."

Just by adding a few more ingredients, the effect of the potion is so different.

Thor once again strengthened his belief in becoming a wizard's apprentice.

With this thought in mind, he left the utility room, walked to the bedroom door where he rested, and pushed the door open a small crack.

Because he was still watching his hands, he opened the door very slowly.

At this time, there were comments coming from the door, causing Sol to stop.

"That guy Sol hasn't come back yet. It seems he is really dead this time."

"Hmph, it's not easy for him to survive until now after offending a wizard apprentice."

"Well, he's dead, and now we have to take turns getting up early to clean the corridors again."

There was silence in the room.

And Thor frowned fiercely. It turned out that the task of cleaning the corridor was on rotation?

This group of people actually bullied him for his lack of memory and put all this dangerous work on themselves?

After a while, someone spoke again in the room.

"If you think about it this way, it's better to let Thor live. He has lost most of his previous memories. What can he and cannot do? Why don't he still have to listen to us? Now, we have to start the dawn mission again. Who knows what day it will be?

He will die inexplicably."

"Who says dawn missions have to be rotating?"

"how?"

"We have been asking Sol to clean the corridor, but the housekeeper didn't say anything? Starting from tomorrow, let George do it."

"He has not lost his memory, will he agree?"

"If you don't agree, beat him until he agrees."

At this point, everyone seemed to believe that Sol was dead, and began to make arrangements for the next unlucky person.

"boom!"

Sol kicked the door open.

"Starting tomorrow," he glanced around the boys in the room, "the task of cleaning the corridors will continue to be done in turn!"

Some people were startled by Thor, while others smiled ferociously after being delighted.

The boy who smiled was called Brown. He was the strongest and strongest among the male servants, and he was also the one who slept on the far left in the Chase Shop.

He can enjoy the best light source and the honor of being the first to cook.

This was all done with fists.

Now, a little boy dared to disobey his arrangements. Brown pressed his joints and vowed to let Thor know what the rules were!

Brown walked over and raised his fist without saying a word.

"Snapped!"

However, Brown's fist was blocked by Saul with his right hand.

"Asshole!" Brown didn't expect Thor to react very quickly, and thought about withdrawing his hand and attacking again.

But soon he discovered that his hand was firmly grasped and could not be pulled out at all.

Why didn't he know that Thor had such great strength?

He is obviously as skinny as a ten-year-old child.

Thor felt the power coming back from his right hand.

Little party dish!

His face was expressionless and he exerted a little force.

"Click!"

“Ahhhhh——”

Brown immediately curled up in pain.

When Saul let go of his hand, Brown immediately fell to the ground and twitched with his hands in his hands.