"You're three seconds late".

Punk looked at an enchanted pocket watch in his hand and said without raising his head.

"I'm sorry, Mentor, but it's because I met ............ at the door of the trading area."

"I'm not interested in whether you've met an Elder Dragon or a Titan, every second you waste is a waste of time learning, you know!"

"Got it, Mentor"!

Anya didn't continue to argue, she just respectfully agreed.

As a somewhat clever girl, Anya knew that she was not qualified to defend herself in front of some people, such as the mentor in front of her, who looked like she was only fifteen years old in a black robe, and was one of the people who did not listen to the defense.

I have to admit that when Punk came out of the shadows to Anya, the girl was really shocked by Punk's appearance, and in her impression Punk should be an old-fashioned middle-aged man.

However, Anya is not a face control, even the handsome guy can't offset the deep uneasiness in her heart.

Most importantly, Punk's next performance completely confirmed that Anya's uneasiness was not groundless.

"Okay, my apprentice, your talent is very good, but you can't just have excellent talent, you still need to dig out the talent."

Punk said to Anya with a blank face, and although he didn't say a word of truth, it didn't seem unnatural on the surface.

What else could Anya answer to the topic raised by Punk in the name of "caring for apprentices", she could only be stunned for a moment and then nodded yes:

"Yes, at the behest of the Mentor."

"Yes, it seems that you are very self-motivated, but the road of magic is always bumpy, and the pent-up talent is useless! But don't worry, I have a way to tap into your talent - an experiment that is almost certain to succeed will be done, and the first beneficiary will be you, and the only side effect will be a little pain!How about it, are you willing to accept it"?

Punk was straight to the point about his purpose, and although he said this in an inquiring tone, in terms of action, Punk had calmly taken out a small vial of pale green potion with blue lines from the storage ring.

"Rest assured that the experiment in Truth Thinking is voluntary, and no one will force you even if you don't want to"?

Punk said coldly as he walked directly to Anya with the potion in his hand, and then looked at Anya with a frightened look very directly.

Forced to stare into Punk's cold eyes, Anya suppressed the trembling of her body as much as she could, revealing a calm look on the surface.

But in fact, she was secretly complaining in her heart.

"Is it voluntary?

Anya had already complained loudly in her heart - but she only dared to complain in her heart, and Anya didn't dare to say it in front of the punk.

At this moment, there are only two people in the huge magic tower, Anya herself and Punk, she Anya is just an apprentice who is not even a professional, Punk is a master powerhouse with a high status in the branch, and the most important thing is that Punk looks like he doesn't have the idea of asking for advice at all, Anya has no doubt that if she refuses, she will definitely be "voluntarily" experimented in a more painful way.

In the end, in the face of Punk's cold "kindness", Anya could only reluctantly compromise, she had a vague premonition that accepting this so-called "talent discovery" experiment was a matter of "eating jujube pills", but if she refused...... That's the "cough pill", compared to the "cough pill............ Anya could only helplessly choose to "eat jujube pills"!

Without too much hesitation, Anya couldn't do too much hesitation in the face of the oppression of punk, she could only squeeze out a smile and then took the potion handed over by punk with slightly trembling hands, and then said in a grateful tone as much as possible:

"Thank you very much, Honorable Mentor"!

Anya picked up the cocktail-like potion and put it to her lips, and finally, he glanced at the punk with a pleading gaze.

But unfortunately, she only saw the handsome face of the punk expressionless face and the deep, cold eyes.

In the end, under the watchful eye of the punk, Anya had to drink the potion without a drop.

"Teacher, do you have any other instructions?"

Anya, who had drunk the potion, gently put down the empty potion bottle in her hand, and she now felt a faint pain in her head, and a very uncomfortable rush seemed to stir and roll in her soul.

"Well, that's good, then strip naked and lie down on the bench."

Punk made sure that Anya had finished drinking the potion, and he indifferently turned around and took out the strange-shaped surgical alchemy tools from the storage ring, and at the same time gave Anya an order indifferently.

Anya was even more stunned this time, she looked at the experimental table next to her that was engraved with runes, and heard the punk turn around and take out a lot of things that she didn't know what she didn't know.

The girl's face is starting to turn pale!

"No...... Wouldn't it, wouldn't it............ I met a perverted mentor who just gave me a drink of ...... It's ............"

Thinking of this, Anya didn't dare to continue thinking about it, she knew that there were some high-status nobles in the ordinary world who liked to torture girls for fun, and for those poor girls, that kind of life must be as painful as hell.

Now in Anya's psyche, punk has been equated with these perverted aristocrats.

Thinking of the next "encounter" that might happen to her, coupled with the feeling in her head becoming more and more uncomfortable, Anya only felt that she was about to cry:

"Mentor............ Can...... Don't use this ...... Is it good to use it in the normal way".

Anya looked at Punk with red eyes and a crying voice.

"What nonsense are you talking about"?

Hearing Anya's voice that was out of tune, Punk turned around with a slight frown, he was concentrating on checking the enchanted runes on the alchemy scalpel, when he suddenly heard Anya's "inexplicable" statement and didn't react for a while.

However, after seeing Anya's white smile with a hint of crimson, Punk immediately knew that the little girl had misunderstood.

For this kind of adolescent girl's cranky thoughts, Punk originally didn't want to pay attention to it, and she guessed casually, but thinking of some of the negative emotions that the next "weird eye transplant" might release outward, Punk felt that it was better to let Anya's emotions not be too excited, so he had to patiently make a dry explanation:

"You misunderstood, this is just a step of the experiment, your body is too weak, I will perform some small surgery on you, believe me, I will not harm my apprentice"!

The punk didn't stumble at all when he lied, and his face was as calm and indifferent as ever.

At the same time, Anya's usually very good intuition was nowhere to be seen this time............

Looking at the serious appearance of the punk, feeling the breath that always chilled the soul, Anya couldn't help but feel that she really thought too much:

"Alas, Anya, what are you thinking? How could Master Mage take a fancy to a little girl like you, besides, even if the master wants to do something, will you resist? It is wise to be obedient and obedient in the face of a strong person, maybe......... Maybe the tutor is really good for me, and it may not be right!"

Anya comforted herself silently in her heart, and then slowly unbuttoned her clothes one by one with her slender white fingers.

Although it is a bit self-deceptive, Anya can only comfort herself like this............