A monster dressed in a red robe intertwined with countless strange patterns of gold thread and silver thread, withered and shrunken like a skeleton, with only a huge head on top of a small neck, gave Carl a cold look, and spat out indifferent orders in a cold tone.

In front of the eerie dissecting table, there stood more than a dozen teenagers like Carl, male and female, large and small, the youngest looked only eleven or twelve years old, and the oldest seemed to be an adult, all wearing snow-white robes with a strong Gulosta style.

"It's ......"

Carl couldn't help but be stunned, slightly in a trance. He found that his name was Patsy, the son of a potter in the Parthenon region, and on the day he was thirteen years old, two adults dressed in black robes descended from the sky and gathered all the children over the age of eight in the Parthenon region.

After touching the crystal balls of the black-robed adults in a daze, he was left behind by the adults and sent to the big city floating in mid-air along with several selected children, becoming a glorious magic apprentice.

Carl hurriedly looked at himself, but found that his figure seemed to have shrunk in a circle, from the original appearance of seventeen or eighteen years old, directly regressed to the stage of thirteen or fourteen years old. However, judging from the face reflected on the glassware on all sides, although the skin is a little paler and the facial features are a little more refined, it is still roughly the same as his previous appearance.

"Dreams, or am I crossing over again?"

Of course, Carl remembered that he had just been tricking little Lucy into taking the oath of the mages of the Ancient Magic Empire, when the parchment scroll suddenly burst out with great power, involving him and little Lucy.

When he came back to his senses now, he found that he had somehow arrived at this magic laboratory, and he also had a memory of a magic apprentice named Patsy.

Karl was now wearing a snow-white robe like the boys and girls around him, and a metal nameplate was engraved on his chest in the Gurosta script - this was the emblem of the Gulosta Empire's magic apprentices, a snow-white robe, representing that their lives and thoughts were blank, and they were not yet qualified to be printed with a unique magic pattern belonging to magic.

Only the metal nameplate representing their names had a little bit of magical power to protect them from being killed by the ubiquitous magical power of the magic tower.

Patsy's memories were vague, and Carl could only briefly know his identity and the general experience of being in the Mage's Tower.

Out of caution, Karl bowed his head slightly, silently following the instructions of the strange monster whose head was larger than his body, and picked up the specimens on the dissecting table.

"Harpy!"

From Patsy's memories, Carl recognized the monster. These monsters with a woman's head and vulture bodies, wings and claws ravaged the human world for a long time before the Ancient Rosta Empire, they are cruel and vicious, living in groups on high mountains and cliffs, and occasionally attacking human settlements, and are one of the most hated monsters of mankind.

However, this monster, in the late period of the Ancient Rosta Empire, was hunted by magicians and its number dropped dramatically, and today it is almost endangered, except for the central mountain range where dark creatures are entrenched, and the remote wilderness among the mountains of Temurraya in the east, this creature is almost nowhere to be seen.

Although he hadn't cleaned up this kind of thing, Carl had taken a biology experiment class anyway, and knew that experiments were the most taboo to make his own decisions, as long as he followed the established sign process step by step.

Because, he endured the nausea and discomfort in his heart, and according to the operation steps in Patsy's memory, he soaked the specimens on the dissecting table into different containers step by step.

"Very good, classwork completed, assessment results, pass!"

As if seeing that Karl's operation was not wrong, the fierce light in the eyes of the strange mage whose head was bigger than his body faded slightly, and he glanced at all the apprentices again, and said coldly: "Although the empire is large, the resources are not unlimited. The Mage Tower doesn't keep useless waste in captivity, and if you fail to pass the test three times, then the next specimen lying on the lab table will be one of you!"

The cold tone, if there was real malice, made all the magic apprentices tremble slightly, and Carl couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, because in his memory, Patcy seemed to have made mistakes twice before!

"Class!"

At the sound of an order, all the apprentices were expelled from the magic laboratory.

And the magic apprentices, who were originally silent and as quiet as cormorants waiting for orders, finally let out a long breath, revealing a little bit of vitality that belonged to the living.

However, they still did not talk, but packed up their textbooks and tools, and walked silently down the long corridor in the other direction.

The corridor is not narrow, the long corridor is topped by exquisite crystal chandeliers, and dense candles line the corridor all the way to the end of the sight. Other than that, however, the entire hallway was empty, with no windows, no portals, no exits or entrances.

In the brightly lit corridors, there is silence and emptiness, only the sound of silent footsteps constantly echoes, adding a creepy claustrophobia and depression to this closed environment.

Carl remained calm and vigilant as he silently followed the large army of apprentices. The obsidian walls are adorned with huge paintings that have no borders, but rather windows, leading to a dark staircase that spirals endlessly, or to a huge tower with countless clocks, or to a dark castle with lightning and thunder, or to an endless wilderness of ice and snow......

Carl was surprised to find that the paintings were not still pictures, but real scenes that were alive, moving, and changing, as if they were real portals to the world in the paintings, rather than simple pictures.

In fact, they are indeed portals to the world in the painting. Carl followed the apprentices to an oily picture of a large lecture hall, and then walked in as if through a portal.

It is a huge classroom, with a central podium as the core, separated by fan-shaped stairs, like a stage.

There were already hundreds of people sitting in the classroom, and when Carl walked in, he instantly felt hundreds of eyes staring at him.