Seeing that Ferguson had stepped forward again, with a murderous aura in his eyes, Thor hurriedly pushed back the door through a crack.

"Senior, don't be angry, I still have to study this candle to avoid causing trouble for both of us. And even if this deal is aborted, we can talk about other materials, can't we? ”

Ferguson, who was about to go berserk, suddenly calmed down.

The unexpected function of the candle made him forget his original intention for a while.

The candle was just a decoy to control Thor, and the life-saving thing he really needed was still in the second treasury.

"Then you give me back the magic crystal!" Ferguson held out a hand expressionlessly.

"Okay, I'll go in and get it now." Thor smiled and turned his head...... The whole person froze in place, motionless.

Ferguson saw that Saul agreed, but the person stood there without moving, and suddenly felt like he was being teased.

Five hundred magic crystals is not a nerve-wracking amount for a third-level apprentice, but it is not a small amount, if Thor dares to rob it, Ferguson will beat people to death even if he blocks the door and then snatch them back.

At a urging, Thor remained still.

Ferguson stepped forward and shook his arm again, "Otherwise, give me the candle!" ”

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

The inside of the bronze gate, which was pushed open by Thor, revealed a multicolored color.

The shaking is like ripples on the surface of the water, and the color changes are dazzling.

"Is this what the inside of the bronze gate looks like? I don't think I've heard Cunin talk about it. ”

Ferguson wasn't a storekeeper after all, and Kukin wouldn't tell him everything.

So Ferguson didn't notice that Saul's hand was only on the right side of the bronze gate, but the two doors of the gate were pushed open a little inward at the same time!

Thor didn't dare move.

Although Mentor Kaz had only spoken to him once, he remembered each one of them clearly.

When pushing open the first metal door, only the left or right door can be pushed open. If both doors are pushed open at the same time, stand still until the doors are closed.

So, when Thor turned around and saw that both doors were open inward, he immediately stood where he was, not daring to move again.

Even though Ferguson had stepped forward and reached out to snatch his candle, he remained motionless.

Like a sculpture.

Ferguson also felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

"I took the candle, next time the trade ...... I...... Yes...... Go to ......"

Saul looked at Ferguson in front of him in a daze.

Ferguson stood in front of him, red candle in his hand, his lips still squirming.

But he didn't notice it himself, his lips moved more and more slowly, and his voice became more and more indistinct.

In Thor's view, a slender white arm stretched out from the inside of the metal bronze door, where both doors were open.

The arms had the same slender fingers, slender and soft, like noodles that had been boiled for hours.

But they were sturdy, and one by one they wrapped around Ferguson's body, wrapping around several times, and slowly pulling the man into the gate.

Ferguson was still unaware, his mouth opening and closing.

Noodles-like fingers burrowed into his mouth, nostrils, and ears......

Thor couldn't hear what the other man was saying.

Looking at Ferguson, who was gradually mummified by the "noodles", Saul didn't dare to move, only his eyes fluttered slightly, turned to the corner of his eye, and in the afterglow, he vaguely saw that Ferguson had also become soft, and was slowly stuffed into the crack of the door only the width of a fist by those white hands.

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

But he could never wait.

After swallowing Ferguson, the inside of the bronze gate was churning like waves, and Thor felt as if he was on the beach, hearing the waves overturn the ship.

Even as Thor stiffly waited for the door to close, his fingers, which were as soft and slender as noodles, came out of the door again.

A drop of cold sweat precipitated from the pores of the skin in an instant, gradually grew larger, and slid down, taking more companions with it.

The pale fingers tapped, flapped, and groped along the ground, along the walls, and along the ceiling......

They are looking for any food scraps left behind.

The fingers gradually touched Thor's ankle and began to climb up his calf.

This action is exactly the same as the one that just devoured Ferguson.

It was as if Thor had seen himself bound, squeezed and deformed like a crystal clay, and then dragged into the narrow crack of the door.

He wanted to run, but the diary told him that if he moved, he would really turn into dough and knead it with his hands.

So Thor didn't even blink his eyes, and his pupils didn't dare to tremble anymore, so he stood stiffly in place.

Imagine yourself like the corpses around you.

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

The brilliant colors inside the door slowly stopped fluctuating, and the door gradually closed.

Thor's eyes were fixed on the crack in the door, until the bronze door began to close.

When the two doors were completely closed, Thor fell to the ground as if he had lost his strength.

"Ho-ho-ho......" Gasping violently, Thor brushed a handful of sweat-soaked hair before holding up the ground and slowly standing up.

He looked back and saw the crowd of corpses in the hallway.

One by one, they faced Ferguson in the direction where he had disappeared, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, which had been expressionless all along.

It's delicious, it's delicious......

Thor took two steps back, not stopping until his heel hit the door.

Highly nervous, he looked back in horror to make sure that the door was tightly closed and there was no trace of opening, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Ferguson was caught inside the gate, and the murder was more than lucky.

I'm afraid this matter will have to be reported to Mentor Kaz.

But before that, Thor has one more thing to work out.

"You ......," Thor looked at the corpses still standing facing the gate, "when are you going back?" ”

Previously, in the second warehouse, the corpses were also attracted by the red candles, but when the candles were extinguished, the corpses would automatically return to their places.

But now that the candles have entered the colorful world of the bronze gate, and the gate is closed, why haven't these corpses entered?

Thor waited for a moment, staring at each other with a bunch of scary guys pretending to be honest.

These guys still won't go back.

Each corpse was numbered, the most important item in the storehouse, and Thor couldn't have let them stay outside the storehouse.

Seeing that the corpses were not moving, Thor sighed.

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

Thor looked at the corpses again and asked with a little pleading, "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 new second-level apprentice named Thor spent several hours moving nearly a hundred stiff and heavy corpses from the corridor on the first floor of the East Tower back to the second storeroom.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought of using the mage's hand, but like Ferguson, the magic that made up the mage's hand was absorbed the moment it touched the corpses, and only pure physical contact could move these heavy corpses.

After putting down the last corpse, Thor took the storeroom manual, and after checking the corpse numbers one by one with a blank face, after making sure that nothing was missing, he threw the manual back on the table.

He pushed the large box under the discarded candlestick directly in front of the corpses, and sat on it, panting, his eyes sweeping over the standing corpses one by one.

"I can see it," Thor was so tired that his arms trembled slightly, "except for a few corpses of the official wizards, all of them ran out to watch the fun?" ”

Although these corpses are notorious, Thor, who has been in close contact with them nearly a hundred times, really can't raise any awe at this time.

"If you want red candles, I still have a few here, is it necessary to spend so much effort to run outside the warehouse?"

Thor wanted to knock the guys who ran out one by one, but the thought of their behavior after Ferguson's disappearance made him coaxed again.

At this time, he could only mumble and complain: "If you go out, you will go out, why can't you come back when you go out?" You're not here to walk me? ”

(End of chapter)