Diary of the Death Wizard

Sol stretched out his hands, trying to pick up the potion.

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

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

Thor Machinery

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.

Half a beautiful woman feeds you medicine... It's really not a good fortune.

But that potion is really useful.

After taking a bottle, Sol immediately felt a cold current flow from his throat to his stomach. He no longer trembled, and his hands were gradually regaining consciousness. Soon, the right hand can also move flexibly.

He felt a little itchy on his forehead, raised his hand to touch it, and found that all the scars of his old wound had fallen off.

Only the left hand is still bones, showing no signs of recovery.

"Your left hand may not be able to recover from its current physique." The woman casually placed the crystal bottle on the table, "Unless you can become a wizard apprentice."

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

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

A test for becoming a wizard's apprentice?

Sol looked up.

"I think, my lord, I want to be a wizard's apprentice."

"Oh hehehe~" The woman was not surprised by Saul's choice.

It can be seen from Sol's choice as a test subject just now that he has good willpower and courage. Although he is also afraid, he can maintain a certain calmness.

These are all qualities that a wizard apprentice should have.

Sol waited for the woman to finish laughing before continuing to ask: "My lord, if you help me become a wizard apprentice, what will I pay?"

"What do you pay for? What do you think you have that can match your qualifications to become a wizard's apprentice?" The woman's tone suddenly changed again.

Sol was taken aback, and calmed down a little bit from the excitement.

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

But a rhetorical question from the woman immediately calmed him down again.

He currently has no value and can let the other party give him a place to test.

Thor was silent, but he didn't give up on being a wizard's apprentice.

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

He should wait for the person on the opposite side to make a condition.

"Do you really want to be a wizard's apprentice?" the woman asked again, "Even if it means becoming me?"

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

Sol had seen wizard apprentices occasionally, but none of them looked as terrifying as women.

but……

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

Rather than worrying about becoming a flower manure at any time, it is better to die on the road of pursuing strength.

"Okay." The woman nodded with satisfaction, "In the past two days, a new batch of apprentices will be sent in. Not surprisingly, seven or eight of them must have died on the way. According to the usual practice, they will definitely pick a few from the servants. Make up the number. I'll send your name in."

"Thank you, my lord."

"Konsa."

"?"

"Second-level wizard apprentice, Kongsha. If you can pass the test to become a wizard apprentice, remember to choose Katz as a mentor."

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

"No need." Kongsha interrupted him, "Tell me your name after you become an apprentice wizard."

Sol was silent.

Before he became a wizard 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.

Saul exited Konsha's room, and the door closed silently in front of him.

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

The candle flames on the wall were almost bright yellow.

Sol hurriedly observed the rest of the corridor.

There is nothing dirty on the surface.

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

Sol turned around, pushed the car and ran all the way, and finally ran into the corridor on the fourth floor before the candle lights turned white.

Panting heavily, he put the sundries back in the utility room and took out the trash.

"Finally finished before the housekeeper checks."

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

"There is still no pain in the left hand, and even no sense of touch."

He moved a few fingers.

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

After accepting that his left hand may become a permanent bone, the power contained in it fascinates Thor.

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

He randomly picked up a stone from the trash can in the utility room, squeezed it lightly, 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 males. I think the grip strength of so-called warriors and knights in this world is no more than this."

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

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

Thinking of this, he left the utility room, walked to the bedroom door where he was resting, and pushed the door open a small crack.

Because he was still observing his hand, the door opened very slowly.

At this time, there was a voice of discussion coming from the door, which made Sol stop.

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

"Hmph, it's not easy for him to still live to this day after offending an apprentice wizard."

"Oh, he's dead, and now we're taking turns cleaning the corridors early again."

There was silence in the room.

And Sol frowned fiercely, the task of cleaning the corridor was originally a rotation?

This group of people actually bullied him for his incomplete memory and pushed this dangerous job to himself?

After a while, someone in the room spoke again.

"If you think about it this way, it's better to let Sol live. He lost most of his previous memory, what he can do and what he can't do, don't he still listen to us? Now it's all right, and the dawn mission will start again, who knows when will die inexplicably."

"Who said dawn missions had to be rotating?"

"how?"

"We've been asking Saul to clean the hallway. Didn't the housekeeper say nothing? Starting tomorrow, let George go."

"He hasn't lost his memory, will he agree?"

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

At this point, everyone seems to think that Sol is dead, and they start to arrange for the next unlucky guy.

"boom!"

Thor kicked the door open.

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

Some people were taken aback by Sol, while others showed ferocious smiles after being overjoyed.

The boy who laughed was Brown, the strongest and strongest of the footmen, and the one who slept on the far left in the Chase bunk.

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

It was all done with fists.

Now, a brat dared to disobey his arrangement. Brown pressed his joints and vowed to let Sol know what rules are!

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

"Snapped!"

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

"Bastard!" Brown didn't expect Sol to react very quickly, thinking of pulling his hand to attack again.

But soon he found that his hand was firmly grasped and he couldn't pull it out at all.

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

Obviously thin and small like 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.

"Crack!"

"Ahhhhhh—"

Brown immediately curled up in pain.

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