Chapter 177: You guys are still ruthless

Chapter 177: You guys are still ruthless

Seeing Ferguson take another step forward, with a murderous aura in his eyes, Saul hurriedly returned his hand and pushed the door open a crack.

“Senior doesn’t have to be angry, I still have to study this candle to avoid bringing trouble to both of us. Besides, even if this deal is aborted, we can still talk about other materials, can’t we?”

Ferguson, who was about to storm out, suddenly calmed down.

The candle’s unexpected function made him forget his original intention for a moment.

The candle was only a bait used to control Saul, the thing he really needed to save his life was still in the second storage room.

“Then give me back the magic crystal!” Ferguson held out a hand expressionlessly.

“Okay, I’ll go in and get it now.” Saul smiled, and with a twist of his head …… the whole thing froze in place, motionless.

Ferguson saw that Saul’s mouth promised, but the person stood there and did not move, and suddenly had a feeling of being teased again.

Five hundred magic crystals on the third level apprentice is not considered to be hurtful, but it is not a small amount, Saul if he dares to rob, Ferguson even if the door is blocked, he will also have to make the person half dead and then snatch it back.

Urging a sentence, Saul still stood still.

Ferguson walked straight forward and shook his arm again, “Otherwise, give me the candle!”

As soon as the words fell, Ferguson, who was about to be infuriated by Saul, finally noticed the abnormality.

The interior of the bronze gate that was pushed through a gap by Saul, revealed a colorful patchwork.

Shaking like ripples on water, the color changes were dazzling.

“Is the inside of the bronze gate actually like this? It seems like I haven’t heard Ku Jin talk about it.”

Ferguson wasn’t a warehouse keeper after all, and Kukin wouldn’t tell him everything.

So Ferguson didn’t notice that Saul’s hand was clearly only on the right side of the bronze gate, but the two doorways of the gate were actually pushed a little inward at the same time!
Saul didn’t dare to move.

Although Mentor Kaz had only told him the rules once, he remembered every single one of them clearly.

When pushing open the first metal gate, you could only push open the one on the left or the one on the right. If both sides of the gate were pushed open at the same time, one had to immediately stand still until the gate was closed.

Therefore, when Saul turned around and saw both gates all opening inwards, he immediately stood still and didn’t dare to move a bit more.

Even though Ferguson had already bullied his way forward and reached out to take away his candle, he remained motionless.

Like a statue.

Ferguson also felt that something was wrong, but he couldn’t tell what.

“I’ll take the candles, and the next time I trade …… I …… will …… go… …”

Saul stared blankly at Ferguson in front of him.

Ferguson stood in front of him, the red candle raised in his hand, his lips still writhing.

But he didn’t even realize it himself, as his lips moved slower and slower and his voice became more and more muffled.

And in Saul’s perspective, a thin white arm stretched out from the inside of the metal bronze gate that was open at both doors.

Those arms possessed the same slender five fingers, thin and soft as spaghetti that had been cooked for hours.

But they were strong, and one wrapped itself around Ferguson’s body, wrapping around several times and pulling the man slowly into the gates.

Ferguson remained oblivious, his mouth opening and closing.

Spaghetti-like fingers dug into his mouth, nostrils, ears ……

Saul couldn’t even hear what the other man was saying.

Looking at the “noodles” gradually wrapped into a mummy Ferguson, Saul did not dare to move, only the eyeballs gently trembling, turned to the corner of the eye, in the afterglow, vaguely see Ferguson also become soft, by those white hands, little by little, slowly stuffed into the fist wide doorway.

And Ferguson was oblivious the whole time, until his face was engulfed by the door, also glaring at Saul with his eyes, as if waiting for his answer.

But he could never wait.

After engulfing Ferguson, the interior of the bronze gate was churning with phantom colors, rising and falling like waves, and it was as if Saul was on the beach, hearing huge waves overturning the ship.

Even as Saul stiffened and waited for the gate to close, spaghetti-like soft, slender fingertips once again reached out from within the gate.

A single drop of cold sweat instantly precipitated from the pores of his skin, grew larger, and slid down, taking more of his companions with it.

The ghastly white fingers tapped, tapped, and groped along the floor, along the walls, along the roof ……

They were searching to see if there were any more scraps of food left out. Gradually these fingers touched Saul’s ankles and started up his calves.

This movement was exactly the same as the one that had just devoured Ferguson.

It was as if Saul had already seen the end of himself being bound, squeezed and deformed like a piece of crystal clay, and then ripped hard into the narrow doorway.

He wanted to run, but his diary prompted him that if he moved, he would literally be turned into dough and left to be kneaded by his hands.

So Saul didn’t even dare to blink his eyes, and his pupils didn’t dare to flutter any more, so he just stood still with his whole body stiff.

Fantasizing that he was just like those corpses around him.

Finally, the noodle-like fingers slowly receded, reluctantly shrinking back into the bronze gate.

Only then did the brilliant colors within the gate slowly stop fluctuating, and the gate gradually closed.

Saul’s eyeballs had been staring dead on at the gap in the gate, finally waiting until the bronze gate began to close.

When the two doors were completely closed, Saul’s entire body fell to the ground in a disoriented manner.

“Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ……” After panting violently for a while, Saul ran a handful of sweat-soaked hair before bracing himself on the ground and slowly standing up.

He looked back and saw the corpses crowding the hallway.

One by one, they were facing the direction where Ferguson had disappeared, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on their faces, which had been expressionless all along.

It’s delicious, it’s delicious ……

Saul took two steps back and didn’t hurry to stop until his heel knocked on the front door.

Highly nervous, he turned back to check with his heart pounding and confirmed that the gate was tightly closed without a trace of opening, and only then did he let out a sigh of relief.

Ferguson had been caught inside the gate, and the odds were stacked against him.

I’m afraid this matter must be reported to Mentor Katz.

But before that, there was one more thing that Saul had to resolve.

“You …… “Saul looked at these swarms of corpses that still stood facing the gate, “When will you go back?”

Previously, in the second warehouse, the corpses had also been attracted by the red candle, but when the candle was extinguished, the corpses would automatically return to their positions.

But now that the candle had entered the colorful world of the bronze gate and the gate was closed, how come these corpses still didn’t go in?

Saul waited for a while, and looked at each other with a group of horrible guys in honest disguise.

These guys still wouldn’t go back in.

Each body was numbered and was the most important material in the warehouse, and there was no way Saul was going to let them stay outside the warehouse.

Seeing that the corpses were not moving, Saul let out a long sigh.

He carefully pushed the bronze gate again, and this time, the right side of the gate opened separately, and inside was a normal room without those phantom ripples.

Saul once again looked at the corpses and asked with a slight plea, “The door is open, can you go back now?”

……

On this day, May 4, 316, the disappearance of Third Degree Ferguson had not yet caused an uproar among the apprentices.

On this day, a newly minted 2nd level apprentice named Saul spent several hours “huffing and puffing” to carry nearly a hundred stiff and heavy corpses from the corridors on the first floor of the East Tower back to the second storage room.

He hadn’t thought of utilizing his mage’s hands, but just like Ferguson, the magic that made up his mage’s hands was absorbed the moment he touched the corpses, so only purely physical contact was possible to move these heavy corpses.

After putting down the last corpse, Saul brought the treasury manual and expressionlessly checked the corpse numbers pen by pen, and after making sure that nothing was missing, he ruthlessly threw the manual back onto the table.

He pushed the large box under the discarded candlestick directly in front of the corpses, and sat on his butt, breathing heavily as his eyes swept over the standing corpses one by one.

“I can kind of see,” Saul’s arms were trembling slightly with exhaustion, “except for a few corpses of official wizards, you all ran out to watch the fun?”

Although these corpses had a fierce reputation, Saul, who had already been in close contact with them nearly a hundred times, really couldn’t bring up any feelings of awe at this time.

“Wanting red candles, I still have a few here, is it necessary to spend so much effort to run outside the warehouse?”

Saul hated to knock the guys who ran out one by one on the head, but when he thought about how they behaved after Ferguson disappeared, he wimped out again.

At this moment, he could only mutter and complain, “If you go out, why do you go out and not come back? You guys really didn’t do it to walk me?”

(End of chapter)