"There's a problem with that book?" Thor asked, somewhat surprised.

"Nope." Gorsa's voice was still gentle, "It's just that you don't need this book." ”

Thor clenched the only book he had left.

It stands to reason that at this time he should take the initiative to hand the second book to the tower owner, but for some reason, he just can't reach out.

It was like a knock on his heart.

With the appearance of the tower owner, the faint sound of conversation outside the library also disappeared.

"Don't be afraid." The tower master winked at Thor, and his hand appeared from under the cloak again, and a red candle that had burned a little half was standing on the palm of his hand.

"You made this yourself?"

Thor was stunned, wasn't this a red candle that was swallowed by the bronze gate?

Could it be that behind the bronze gate, the place where the tower owner is located?

"Yes, I used a little bit of the candles in the storeroom, probably as many as fingernails, and I prepared the rest of the materials myself."

Having been discovered, Thor can't lie.

Honestly admit it, fight for leniency.

Gorsa wasn't angry, at least he didn't.

"Well, in the past, Kaz used to appoint gifted apprentices to guard the storeroom. However, we found that the better the apprentice, the faster the materials in the warehouse were consumed. They tend to be overconfident, and many die in experiments that are beyond their control. So I suggested that Kaz be replaced by a mediocre person to take care of the treasury. In the first few years of your tenure, the rate of material consumption slowed down, and the apprentices who guarded the storeroom dutifully survived until now. But now that it's changed, it's only been a few days since I dared to attack my candles~ The materials in the warehouse can't be saved. ”

Thor couldn't understand for a while, the tower master was praising him or training him.

"I'm sorry, Tower Master."

Gorsa's eyes narrowed, and his hand retracted, not returning the red candle to Thor.

"There is no need to apologize, to give you the opportunity to take care of the storeroom, is to allow you to use the materials inside by default. The reason why I replaced me with a mediocre apprentice to take care of the storeroom was because the previous geniuses, although they were keen to experiment, they were either not very creative or experimented in a direction that I had expected. This is, of course, a waste. ”

"But you're different, I loved the first witchcraft item you made. It seems that I still underestimate your ability and talent, and only by giving you a bigger platform can I see greater gains. ”

"Now I'll give you a choice."

Gorsa walked slowly towards the depths of the library, the white mist gradually obscuring his figure, but his voice was still as clear as his ears.

"If you are willing to accept this gift of knowledge, come in with me; If you are afraid of unknown risks, leave the library. ”

Thor is now in a lot of trouble.

I don't know if I can seal the nightmare butterfly for a long time;

The secret of the body's melting mutation;

The problem of electric shock has not been solved, so it is still the arm of white bones;

and the conspiracy of the resurrection in Vinnie's mouth......

Thor let out a long sigh, then ...... I followed with an excited face!

"It's not itchy if you have too much debt! This is a gift of knowledge, and just hearing the name makes my spirit boil! If you miss this opportunity, you will regret it in the future! ”

Thor clutched the book in his arms, goosebumps of excitement and a heart beating wildly, and walked into the white mist of the disappearance of the Lord of the Gorsa Tower with a firm step.

When Thor was covered in white mist, he could no longer tell where he was going, and he couldn't even remember where he had come.

There are no bookshelves around, no walls in sight, and even the light is a blurry halo.

Just as Thor was lost and stuck in place, a voice rang out.

"Keep up with me."

Gorsa's silver eyes appeared in the white mist in the distance.

It's like a searchlight that pierces the endless night.

Thor hurriedly followed.

Vaguely, he felt as if he was climbing up.

Looking down at my feet, my feet were also hidden in the mist, and all I could see clearly was the book in my arms.

After walking briskly for nearly five minutes, the white fog in front of him suddenly disappeared, and his vision suddenly opened up.

What appeared in front of Thor was a long, curved corridor lined with wooden bookshelves on both sides.

The bookshelves look ordinary, with some flowers and leaves carved on them.

There are a lot of books on each shelf, but they are not full of books, and they look carefully arranged to enjoy life.

The books are laid out unabashedly, and it doesn't seem to be dangerous.

Gorsa stood at the end of the hallway, and Thor didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly followed.

"The books in the cloister are all miscellaneous books that I have collected from my previous travels, and they are generally of little use. But occasionally I look at it, and it's interesting. ”

Gorsa stood in front of a white gate painted with golden witchcraft circles that looked like the gold ornaments of the nobility.

"In this room is almost all the subject records of soul studies. Once you go in, you have to be careful to distinguish what you can see and what you can't. I'll give you a key that only you can enter, and everyone else will be swallowed up by the gate......"

Gorsa turned back and looked down at Thor, "Just like the devoured apprentice yesterday." ”

"Yes, sir."

Since the tower owner has obtained the red candle, he must also know that Ferguson is also inside the bronze gate. But he came out with a red candle and didn't bring Ferguson out, so it means that Ferguson is dead?

"Left or right?"

The subject changed, but Thor immediately replied, "The dominant hand is the right hand." ”

"Well, that left hand outstretched."

Thor raised his left hand, still a bony hand.

"Don't you have a clue about the transformation of the spirit ester?" Gorsa asked casually, and at the same time suddenly raised his hand and took one of Thor's little fingers...... Broke it off.

Saul:?!

Gorsa took the fingertips of Thor's left little thumb and turned around and plunged into the keyhole of the white gate.

After waiting for about five seconds, he withdrew his hand and pressed the deformed bone back into Thor's left hand.

Thor looked at his hand in a daze, the tip of his left little finger becoming elongated, like the claws of a beast.

He also stretched out his right hand and pulled it twice, his little finger firmly attached to his hand with no sign of falling.

"Remember to use the key before opening the door in the future. By the way, you get ready to go out at the end of May. ”

It's the beginning of May, and there are still more than twenty days left before the end of the month.

"Okay tower master, where are you going?"

"I don't know, the coachman will take you there. Solve a problem left over from two years ago. It may be dangerous, so it is recommended that you bring something to save your life. ”

Thor pondered for a moment, "Tower Master, can I bring the rest of my companions with me?" ”

Gorsa looked at Thor and suddenly smiled slightly, "There are some things that are better not shared. ”

"This mission is not easy, if you are afraid, you can also refuse."

"I accept." Thor didn't think about it, and he accepted the task quite calmly.

Although the tower master did not say it explicitly, Thor knew that this was also one of the tests of the tower master.

If he refuses, he may have denied all future opportunities.

Sure enough, after hearing Thor's answer, the tower master's eyes bent.

After giving the task and ordering Thor to act on his own, Gorsa entered the brown door next to the white door.

Behind that door was supposed to be the tower owner's living room, Thor glanced at it, there was a comfy sofa and a small table with food.

But Gorsa apparently had no intention of inviting Thor to join him. The scene in the living room flashes away and is quickly cut off by a closed door.

Today's trip home didn't go well at all, and the original train was canceled due to icy tracks. It took a long time to find another way to go home.

I'm physically and mentally exhausted, and I'm not doing anything, so I'll make up for today's update first, but I'm going to take a day off tomorrow. Sorry, sorry!

(End of chapter)