Thor didn't wait for Khontha's answer.

He didn't really expect an answer, either.

Leaving Khonsha's room, he continued his ascent through the dark corridors, ignoring the whispers coming from the darkness in the distance, and he went straight to the fourteenth floor of the West Tower.

1416 dormitories.

This is Byron's new home.

Wizard apprentices can choose to move to the corresponding floor after being promoted, or they can not move if they are troublesome.

But most people choose to move, after all, the hardware facilities are much worse.

Today is the first time Saul has come to Byron's dormitory to look for him, and it is still late at night, so I don't know if Senior Byron is sleeping.

All apprentices cannot be expected to be night owls like Khontha.

Thor knocked lightly on the door three times, then lowered his hand to wait a moment.

However, in the next second, the dormitory door automatically opened inward.

"Huh?" Thor went in and took a look, but didn't see a figure in the living room.

He walked in.

The living room was messy, as if the owner had moved to sleep in the middle of the house. There are a lot of boxes that are open, and the contents have not yet been taken out. There are also boxes stacked high on top of each other, blocking the panoramic view of the room.

"Senior, Byron-senpai?"

No one responded.

Thor thought that Senior Byron should not be there, after all, with the spiritual power of a third-level apprentice, it was impossible to sleep until now without waking up.

No one is there, but the dormitory door is not locked, is it a door specially reserved for himself?

Thor took two steps forward, "trekking through mountains and rivers", and finally found the test bench hidden behind the large box.

The lab bench was also messy, with a lot of stuff on it. But in the middle of the table, there was a palm-sized blank space on which a letter was placed.

The letter reads, "Only Thor can see."

"The words are still so ugly." Thor shook his head and sighed, picked up the letter and unfolded it.

The letter reads:

This piece of paper can only be touched by Thor, if someone else touches it, don't look at it, hurry up and detoxify. You have 10 left to live.

9，8，7，6，5，4，3，2，……

Thor, I received the first assignment of the third-level apprentice, I need to go out for a while, I owe you eight credits during this time, if you are in a hurry, you can use the red potion on the table to deduct it. If you're not in a hurry, wait for me to come back and continue to pay back.

It's a pity that I don't have many friends in the Wizard's Tower, and no one owes me credits, so I can't entrust you to someone else's care, please take care of yourself, and I hope to see you alive when you return. If you die, the eight credits will be over.

I also hope that I can successfully complete the first mission and come back alive. If you're afraid I'll die, you can take the red potion as collateral first.

Nothing else, goodbye.

By the way, if the other person who took the letter is your friend, you can tell them that the letter is not poisonous, and there is no need to look for an antidote. If not, forget it.

I still owe you eight credits of Byron.

After reading the letter, Thor couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He obviously didn't tell Senior Byron about the countdown joke, I don't know how he thought of it, he looked stupid, and sometimes he was strangely shrewd.

Originally, he wanted to ask Senior Byron about Lingester, but now it seems that he has no way to ask, so he can only hope that Senior Byron will return safely.

The red potion Thor didn't move, letting it continue to stand on the table. I didn't bother to check what the potion was, for fear that I couldn't help it.

Thor casually destroyed the letter and left the garbage-like dormitory.

Back in the hallway, the dormitory door closed automatically, and Thor was confident that it wouldn't be easy to open again this time.

"Senior Byron has also left, and it seems that I can only ask Senior Mark tomorrow. Although he knew that I had done the witch body transformation, he didn't know the materials in it, so he shouldn't associate the spirit ester with it. ”

Thor turned around to go back to sleep.

At this moment, he suddenly saw his shadow on the ground, as if something had been added.

There was a slender thing on the back of the neck that flickered by.

Thor immediately became alert, stopped, and prepared the spell and potions.

He lifted his left hand and slowly touched his neck.

At the same time, the afterglow paid attention to the shadows on the ground.

Until his hand pressed against the skin on the back of his neck, Thor didn't touch anything strange.

The shadows on the ground have not changed in any other way.

"Is it my delusion, or is that thing gone?"

Thor went into semi-immersive meditation again, scanning the surroundings and finding no unusual spirits.

But he didn't let up there, but kept his alert and slowly left the dormitory of the third-level apprentice.

It wasn't until he entered his dorm room that he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sure enough, it's still dangerous to walk in the tower at night. Now that Kontha and Byron are not in the tower, they should not go out in the middle of the night in the future. ”

……

After lunch the next day, Thor hurried to Tutor Kaz's lab to buy common sense from Senior Mark.

Just as he was about to push the door open, he heard the sound of conversation coming from inside.

“…… It's good that you can endure hardships like this, and if your uncle had worked harder at that time, he wouldn't have left the Wizard's Tower at the age of thirty. ”

"I'll keep trying, Senior Cole, well, can I do the experiment with you?"

"It's okay, anyway, you've been experimenting with Mark here before, so you should have experience. It also saves me from having to go around looking for helpers. ”

"Thank you so much, Senior Cole!"

"You're welcome, doing experiments with a cute little girl like you will make you feel much better."

Hearing this, Thor walked in and saw the second-level apprentice named Cole, with a hand on Angela's shoulder.

That Ke'er was slightly chubby, but she had a warm smile on her face. Seems to have a very gentle personality.

Angela, on the other hand, was still smiling, as if she didn't notice anything wrong.

Seeing someone enter, Cole naturally withdrew his hand and nodded at Thor.

"This is Mentor Kaz's lab, what's the matter with you?"

"Hello senior, I want to find Senior Mark, isn't he here?"

Angela reminded Cole softly.

Cole raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his face grew even brighter.

"It turns out that you are the first-level apprentice Thor that the mentor values the most now." He walked over to Thor, "He's gone out to train, and now I'm taking over Mark's old job." If you have anything, I can ask me. ”

The other party seemed to be enthusiastic.

Thor politely thanked him.

"Thank you, senior, but I asked Senior Mark to return his things, since he is out, then I'll wait for him to come back. I'll go back first, senior, goodbye. ”

Cole was a little disappointed to see Thor leave so quickly, but he didn't stop him, just invited him to come and play often.

Thor said a perfunctory word, glanced at Angela, who was standing silently behind Cole, and exited the laboratory.

Back in the corridor, Thor was a little dazed, unexpectedly that overnight, the three seniors he was familiar with had all left the Wizard Tower.

The next step is to head to the library to find a needle in a haystack.

There are very few people in the library, and those who come to borrow or return books are in a hurry and do not want to stay longer.

As soon as Saul walked into the library, he found that the anxious middle-aged man who was sitting on the left was not there.

And who accidentally touched that "hologram"?

"Are you going to borrow a book?" A very arrogant voice came from the right.

Thor turned his head and saw a young man of eighteen or nineteen looking up at him with his chin tilted up.

"If you want to borrow a book, go in, and if you don't borrow a book, get out."

Looking closely, the arrogant young man looked ninety percent similar to the anxious middle-aged man before.