The last sentence of the few words about the wizard made Hodge particularly concerned.

"Only women can be witches"

He frowned, puzzled by the meaning of this sentence, which was already the last page of the book, and it was clear that there would be no more explanation for the sentence on this last page.

Putting the book back in its original place, twisting the oil lamp on the table, Hodge exited from the small library room and closed the door.

It was just dawn and the corridor was empty, and he walked in the direction of his room.

On the way, he passed by the kitchen of the castle, and the cooks had already begun to prepare everyone's breakfast, and just as he was about to pass, there was a sound of quarrel at the kitchen door, and Hodge stopped, leaned against the wall, and glanced inward, a chef was teaching an apprentice who was hanging his head in front of him.

"Why is there one less table knife, you are the one in charge of collecting the dishes, you should know very well. The cook's words were not polite at all, and the tone of reprimand was obvious.

The elementary school student scratched his head and said helplessly: "But I counted it once when I collected it yesterday, and the number of tableware at that time was right." ”

The cook grabbed the apprentice's collar and said viciously: "Listen, I don't care what happened to you yesterday, I just know that there is a knife missing from the kitchen utensils now, and if you can't find it, then you have to pay for this knife this month, understand?"

"Ming...... Got it. The apprentice nodded hurriedly, and the cook turned into the back kitchen, while he crouched down and began to worry about how he would spend the unpaid month.

Jingling.

A crisp sound of landing reached his ears, and the moment he looked up, he saw a flickering silver object sliding towards him.

He instantly held it in his hand and realized that it was a silver coin with a full scale!

He glanced at the back kitchen, where the cooks were busy with their work and didn't notice him at all, and he looked out the door again, and there was no one at all.

He hurriedly put the silver coin in his pocket, thinking that his luck was really good, he had just been fined and picked up the silver coin, you must know that his monthly salary was only half a silver coin, even if he couldn't find a knife and was fined, it didn't matter.

Hodge returned to his room, touched his empty pocket, and shook his head with a wry smile, a silver coin was the first salary of the month for the boys, and now he had nothing left on him.

He sat down on the chair at the head of the bed, grabbed the notebook next to him, and looked through it.

The notebook records McCarthy's words and deeds these days, and what is deliberately circled in red is the frequency of him calling boys to bed, and Hodge summed up a simple inductive formula to estimate how often he will be called by McCarthy, according to the calculation, I am afraid that it will be a matter of these two days.

When he really got to that point, how should he deal with himself?

According to his guessed rules, the dice's decision only works for multi-probability outcomes, and he was the one McCarthy saved for last, apparently the lucky decision was not available at that time.

It is physically and psychologically impossible for him to accept this result.

To this end, he prepared two options.

The first is more aggressive, and the success rate is slim, he now has a dinner knife, which is why he will give the silver to the apprentice, the dining knife used in the castle is not the toothed like in later generations, but a small sharp knife similar to a fruit knife, the sharpness is acceptable, he can take advantage of McCarthy to call him to the dormitory to hide this dinner knife, and when McCarthy is not paying attention, he will suddenly attack, kill him directly, and then try every means to escape, even if he does not escape to exchange McCarthy's life.

But he has no experience in fighting magicians, so he can't predict whether McCarthy's reaction to this matter will be timely, and with McCarthy's caution, it is important to say whether he will leave this vacancy, the success rate is too low, and it can only be said that it can be regarded as a guaranteed survival plan.

The other is much safer and can buy him more than ten days.

Thinking that McCarthy might summon himself tomorrow, he finally made up his mind, took out a bottle of glass reagent from the corner of the room, pulled out the cork, lightly cut a narrow knife on the back of his left hand with a knife, oozing a few drops of blood, and held the glass reagent in his right hand, and poured the liquid from it on the back of his hand.

The faint numbness was no different from a mosquito bite, but Hodge knew that the effect of this potion was far from simple, he leaned back against the wall, inhaled two breaths hard, and clenched his teeth, waiting for the next sharp pain.

......

Next.

McCarthy rarely made his rounds of the lab, not least because he was eagerly looking forward to the sight of the handsome boy lying on his bed tonight, which, as Hodge had expected, was the day that McCarthy had chosen for himself to enjoy the best.

He walked around the lab, walked around again, walked to the door and stopped, his brow furrowed, and Bessie, who was traveling with him, immediately bowed down, knowing full well that this meant that McCarthy was in a terrible mood at this time.

"Why isn't Hodge here. McCarthy asked irritably.

"My lord, Hodge...... Sick. ”

"Sick? ”

Bessie pondered the wording and replied cautiously: "That's right, Hodge didn't come to the laboratory yesterday, we sent someone to the room to take a look, and found him lying on the bed in pain, with several huge abscesses on the back of his left hand, and black-gray pus bubbling outward, we asked a doctor to diagnose it, and found that it was an infection caused by absinthe, it should be accidentally rubbed with absinthe medicine when preparing the liquid a few days ago, and you also know that this reagent will not take effect immediately, so no one noticed it at the time." ”

"Doctors say the infection is contagious to a certain extent, and it takes at least ten days to treat it with the best herbs. ”

"Ten days?" McCarthy gasped, his face gloomy, the news was terrible for him to be honest, he was so horny now, but he was told that he could only make do with those used goods, or jerk off himself, this feeling of humiliation was the first time for him.

He kept walking in the lab and stopped.

"The experiment a few days ago, was it the absinthe potion that he came into contact with, or was it the task you assigned to him?" As a magician, McCarthy is not a stupid person, this incident happened too coincidentally, just in time for this time, he couldn't help but start to suspect Hodge, if he took the initiative to contact the absinthe potion to try to escape his servant, then this little boy could not stay, even if he liked Hodge's appearance very much, but he also did not allow any unstable factors to exist around him.

Bessie replied, "It's a task assigned to them by my subordinates, and they just needed absinthe potion in the configuration for those days. ”

McCarthy nodded, it seemed like it was a fortuitous accident, and considering Hodge's appearance, he was really reluctant to destroy this perfect toy.

Ten days, just endure it for ten days.