Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 247 Severed Finger

"A spiritual entity." Haywood's hands were hidden under his cloak, and he felt a series of vibrations coming from the back of his head, but they hadn't yet reached Thor's spiritual radiation range before he carefully withdrew them. "Although your spiritual power is very strong, you should also pay attention to rest. Wizards are not machines after all."

"Understood, thank you." Thor didn't know how Haywood could see through his mental state, but the other's eyes were indeed somewhat magical, so he wasn't surprised that he could do that.

"Haven't you read the book I gave you yet?"

Heywood was referring to the book about the Nightmare Butterfly.

Before Thor could answer, he continued, "That's true, it's too early for you to be studying it now. Let me remind you again. You do have a cocoon in your hand, so you need to always be careful about the seal's strength."

After saying that, the two had already walked to the bronze gate.

With his hands empty, Haywood naturally stepped forward to push the door open.

However, when Thor saw his hands emerging from under the cloak, his eyes suddenly locked.

The hand that Haywood stretched out was a pair of jet-black hands covered in scales!

He's completely different from yesterday!

Thick, sharp fingernails scraped across the bronze gate, producing a sharp, piercing scraping sound.

The bronze gate opened smoothly, but only one door was opened. Heywood went out first without explaining the condition of his hands to Thor.

"Perhaps his pale complexion isn't because of yesterday's events." Thor instinctively felt that Haywood's hands hadn't undergone any witchcraft modifications.

Instead... it's just a temporary patchwork.

But under what circumstances would he need to cut off his original arms?

Was it an injury sustained during an experiment, or... a form of punishment?

For some reason, Thor suddenly pictured Gorza's gentle silver eyes and shivered.

The cart rumbled along the East Tower Slope and soon arrived at Professor Anze's residence.

This seems to be Thor's first time accepting a mission and coming to Anze.

This shows how lazy Professor Anze is!

He stopped the car and went up to knock on the door.

But before my hand could even touch the door, it opened automatically to both sides.

Like an elevator.

Saul pushed the cart inside and saw a tiny corridor, barely big enough for him to push the cart through.

There are rooms on both sides of the narrow corridor, and each room has a large glass panel on its door, allowing a clear view of what's inside.

Saul was astonished to find that there were two or three apprentices in almost every small room.

As they walked along, it turned out that Instructor Anze's large room had been divided into more than twenty rooms, meaning there were at least forty people here.

No wonder Luo Kai is so desperate to recruit new people, otherwise there wouldn't be enough people for An Ze to command.

Saul pushed the cart all the way to the back of the small corridor.

There was a room there that was uniquely without windows.

"This should be the room where Instructor Anze is." Just as Thor was about to knock on the door, another person came out.

Looking up, I saw it was Kujin.

This enormous, burly man is actually crying?!

Thor suddenly felt a little nervous.

No matter how lazy Anze is, he is a dangerous and terrifying official wizard.

Gorsa's disdain for them is not just Gorsa's personal matter.

"We can't forget our place just because we've spent a lot of time with the tower master."

Kukin noticed Saul at that moment, quickly wiped away his tears, and without saying hello, squeezed past the cart and left as fast as he could.

They looked somewhat like they were fleeing in panic.

"Enter."

As Thor looked back at Kugin leaving, he heard a weak, feeble voice coming from inside.

He quickly turned around, cleared his throat, and pushed the cart inside.

Although the tutor's room was large, after being divided into a corridor and more than twenty rooms, the remaining room became quite small.

Anze lay half-reclined on a recliner, his eyes half-closed.

"Leave the car outside."

Thor was trying to decipher Anze's words: did he mean the car was left outside while he brought in the materials, or both the car and the materials were left outside while he came in by himself?

However, someone quickly made the choice for him.

An apprentice came out of the next room and carried the materials from the truck inside.

"Alright, then I'll go in myself. It seems Instructor Anze's mission this time wasn't just about getting materials."

Thor composed himself, his expression conveying a mixture of fear and wariness, and stepped into the hut where Anze was.

Hearing Thor's approaching footsteps, Anze finally lazily lifted his eyelids and said, "Come here."

Thor walked right up to Anze, who then grabbed his hand.

Is studying the soul fun?

Thor stared at his hand, which was being held by Anze, and nodded repeatedly.

Suddenly, Anze extended his other hand, his nails instantly growing longer and transforming into sharp blades, severing Thor's little finger in one swift motion.

The pain in my fingers instantly shot into my brain.

Thor's temple twitched twice, but he managed to hold it in, without frowning or crying out in pain.

Anze raised Thor's little finger and observed it by the dim candlelight overhead.

Saul's severed finger was still twitching, conveying the message of pain more faithfully than he himself.

When Anze placed his finger in his palm, the red blood from the severed cut began to seep into his skin.

Soon, a small patch of skin on Anze's palm also turned gray.

However, before the gray skin could spread, the skin on Anze's palm ulcerated and regenerated until new healthy skin covered the original wound.

At this point, Thor's severed limbs were no longer as active as before, looking like wilted old leaves.

Anze held up Thor's severed limbs and hands, slowly closing the distance between them.

A miraculous scene unfolded: as the severed limb and Thor's hand came together, tiny tentacles sprouted from the gray skin on both sides, like lovers cruelly separated, reaching out their intertwined hands to each other.

"Interesting." Anze finally smiled and gently released his grip.

"Bang!"

Thor's severed finger returned to his hand as if magnetically attracted.

Thor finally withdrew his hand, then without changing his expression, snapped his fingers back into place with a "click".

Anze closed his eyes again, placed his hands on his chest, and lay peacefully as if he were lying in a grave.

"No wonder he's a newcomer chosen by the Tower Master; it's rare to find someone who can enjoy learning." He then glanced at Thor. "What a lucky fellow. Heh, I hope this luck won't turn into misfortune."

Thor released his grip, revealing that his left hand was now intact, with no trace of the missing finger.

"Mentor Anze, what kind of misfortune are you referring to?"

"Naturally, it's the price we have to pay for all the preferential treatment we enjoy today." Anze chuckled. "For example, some people raise chickens and ducks just to eat them."

Anze's words were actually a very obvious provocation.

As Gorza said, Anze's hatred for him was no longer concealed.

But so what? Anze was still dutifully completing all the tasks assigned by Gorza.

Of course, Thor didn't mean to mock Anze, after all, his future might not be as bright as Anze's.

Ultimately, how far he gets depends on his own judgment and efforts.

In any case, strength is essential.

Without real strength, no amount of connections or resources will make a difference.

Pushing the empty car out of Professor Anze's room, Thor checked the time and it was only 6:15.

It is very efficient.

He hurriedly ran towards Byron's dormitory.

The apprentices in front were startled by the sound of the cart being pushed, and when they turned around and saw that it was Thor, they all made way for him.

Finally, Thor crashed his car head-on into the gate of Byron's dormitory, denting the wooden door.

"Senior! Are you there?" After running together and venting the frustration they had just experienced at Anze's place, Thor shook his neck and banged on Byron's door.

Fortunately, Byron was indeed in his dorm room.

He opened the door and, upon seeing Saul, did not immediately greet him. Instead, he silently turned his head to look at the obvious damage to the door.

Byron: "Hmm?"

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