Chapter 247: Broken Finger

Chapter 247 – Broken Finger
“Spirit body.” Haywood’s hands were hidden under his cloak, and there was a fluctuation coming from the back of his head, but it carefully retracted before it touched the range of Saul’s mental radiation, “Even though your mental power is very powerful, you need to take care of your rest. Wizards are not machines after all.”

“Got it, thanks a lot.” Saul didn’t know how Haywood could tell the state of his mental body, but the other party’s eyes were indeed somewhat magical, and he wasn’t surprised that he was able to do so.

“You haven’t read the book I gave you yet?”

Heywood was referring to the book about the Nightmare Butterfly.

Without waiting for Sol to answer, he said to himself, “Also, it’s still too early for you to study it. I’ll remind you again by the way. You have a cocoon in your hand after all, so you should always pay attention to how strong the seal is.”

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

The two-handed Haywood naturally took the initiative to go forward and push the door.

However, when Saul saw his hands sticking out from under his cloak, his eyes suddenly tightened.

The hands that Haywood stretched out were actually a pair of dark and scaly hands!
It was completely different from his yesterday!
Thick, sharp nails scratched across the bronze gate, making a sharp, ear-piercing friction sound.

The bronze gate smoothly opened only one, Haywood went out first, and did not take the initiative to explain the situation of his hands to Saul.

“Maybe he doesn’t look well, and it’s not because of what happened yesterday.” Saul intuited that Heywood’s hands were not undergoing sorcerous body modification.

Rather, it was …… temporarily spliced and used for a bit.

But what circumstances would require him to amputate the original pair of arms?

Was it an experimental injury, or …… a kind of punishment?
Somehow Sol’s mind suddenly sprang to Golza’s gentle silver eyes and suddenly shivered.

The cart grunted as it traveled up the East Tower ramp, quickly arriving outside Tutor Anze’s residence.

This seemed to be the first time Sol had taken a mission to come to Anze’s place.

It was obvious how lazy Mentor Anze was usually!
He stopped the cart and went up to knock on the door.

But before his hand touched the door, it automatically opened to both sides.

Like an elevator.

Saul wheeled his cart in and saw a pocket corridor that barely accommodated him pushing his cart in.

On either side of the small corridor were rooms that had a large pane of glass in the door that gave a clear view of what was inside.

Saul was shocked to find two to three apprentices in almost every small room.

Going all the way down this way, Mentor Anze’s large room was surprisingly divided into more than twenty rooms, which meant that there were at least forty people here.

No wonder Rokai had to recruit newcomers so desperately, or else there wouldn’t be enough for Anze to drive around.

Sol carted it all the way to the depths of the small corridor.

There was the only windowless room there.

“This should be the room where Instructor Anze is.” Sol was about to go up and knock on the door when another person came out.

When he looked up, it was Kujin.

This extremely large and burly man was actually crying at this moment?
Saul suddenly got a little nervous.

No matter how lazy Anze was, he was a dangerous and terrifying official sorcerer.

It was Golza’s business alone that Golza couldn’t see them.

“You can’t forget your place just because you’ve spent a lot of time with the tower master.”

Kujin also noticed Sol at this time, and hurriedly wiped the tears from his face, and without greeting him, he sidestepped and barely squeezed past the cart and flew away.

It was quite a bit of a fleeing appearance.

“Enter.”

Saul was still looking back at the departing Kujin when he heard a breathless voice from inside.

He turned back in a hurry, cleared his throat, and carted inside.

Despite the size of the tutor’s room, after splitting a corridor and two dozen rooms, this remaining room had become very small.

Anzawa was half lying on a recliner, his eyes half closed.

“The car stays outside.”

Saul was parsing whether Anze meant by this statement that the car would stay outside and he would come in with the materials, or that both the car and the materials would stay outside and he would come in on his own.

But someone soon made the choice for him.

An apprentice came out from the next room and carried the materials from the cart directly inside.

“Well, that means I’ll just walk in myself. Mentor Anze really didn’t just ask for materials on this mission.” Sol straightened his face, letting his expression carry three parts awe and three parts caution as he stepped into the hut where Anze was.

Hearing Sol’s approaching footsteps, Anze finally raised his eyelids lazily, “Come here.”

Saul walked until he was close to Anze, and then the other party grabbed his hand.

“Is it fun to study souls?”

Sol stared at his hand that Anze had grabbed and nodded repeatedly.

Suddenly, Anze’s other hand reached out as well, and his fingernails grew instantly, transforming into sharp blades and slicing off Saul’s pinky in one fell swoop.

Ten fingers connected, and severe pain instantly traveled to his brain.

Saul’s forehead veins twitched twice, but in the end, he held back, not frowning, not to mention shouting out in pain.

Anze lifted Saul’s little finger and observed it through the dim candlelight above his head.

Saul’s broken finger was still twitching, feeding back the message of pain more faithfully than he himself.

When Anze put the finger into his palm, the red blood left behind by the break even began to seep under his skin.

Soon, a small piece of skin in Anze’s palm also turned gray.

However, that gray skin didn’t have time to spread, and the skin on Anze’s palm simply festered and was reborn until new healthy skin covered the original wound.

By this time, Sol’s severed limbs were no longer as active as they had been just now, looking like wilted old leaves.

Anze held up Sol’s severed limb and hand, slowly shortening the distance between the two.

A miraculous scene happened, when the severed limb and Sol’s palm came close together, the gray skin on both sides unexpectedly extended small tentacles, like lovers who were ruthlessly separated, extending their entangled hands towards each other.

“Interesting.” Anze finally smiled as he gently let go.

“Baa!”

Sol’s broken finger magnetically returned to his hand.

Saul finally withdrew his hand, and then without changing his face, he twisted the finger back with a “click”.

Anzai closed his eyes again and rested his arms on his chest, as if he were lying in a grave.

“It is rare for a newcomer to learn with enjoyment, no less, as the Tower Master sees fit.” He glanced up at Sol again, “What a lucky guy, heh, let’s hope that luck doesn’t turn into bad luck.”

Saul let go of his hand, by now his left hand was intact and it was no longer visible that he had ever broken a finger.

“Mentor Anze, the bad luck you are talking about?”

“Naturally, it is the price to be paid for all the favorable treatment today.” Anze had a laugh, “For example, if some people raise chickens and ducks, it’s for eating.”

Anze’s words were actually very obvious provocation.

Just as Golza had said, Anze’s hatred for him was already undisguised.

But so what, wasn’t Anze still honestly accomplishing all the tasks that Golza had explained?
Of course, Sol had no intention of mocking Anze, after all, his future might not be as good as Anze’s.

Which step he could take in the end still required his own judgment and efforts.

In any case, strength was a must.

Without strength, any more backing and props were just empty talk.

Pushing the empty out of Tutor Anze’s room, Saul took a look at the time which was only 6:15.

The efficiency was very high.

He hurriedly ran all the way to Byron’s dormitory.

The apprentices in front of them were startled by the sound of the cart and turned around to see that it was Saul, and they made way.

In the end, Saul slammed the front of his cart into the door of Byron’s dormitory, knocking a small dent in the wooden door.

“Padawan! Are you there?” Running wildly together, venting out the depression he had just experienced at Anze’s place, Saul bobbed his neck while tapping on Byron’s room door.

Fortunately, Byron was really in the dormitory.

He opened the door, and upon seeing that it was Saul, he didn’t immediately greet him, but instead silently turned his head and looked at the obvious break in the door.

Byron: “Huh?”

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