A room full of boys looked at Saul in surprise.
The whole room was quiet for a moment.
But soon, three boys looked at each other and stepped forward.
"You boy, quite capable!" The first one picked up a chair from the floor and slashed it hard at Saul, "I'll see if it's your hands that are hard, or the wood!"
Saul stretched out his white bone left hand and struck the wooden stool with a fist.
The wooden stool was shattered with a crash, and the debris crumbled all over the other man's face.
But the boys did not attack again.
Everyone was quiet, their faces no longer surprised, but horrified.
Even Brown, who had fallen to the ground moaning, looked at Saul's left hand with a shocked expression and subconsciously rubbed it back.
The left hand could not be hidden.
They manservants didn't have gloves, and they did a lot of work on a daily basis, so it was impossible to not use their left hand all the time.
Saul brightened it up, shocking the crowd while making his right hand less high-profile.
"You, you've been cursed?"
Unexpectedly, the first thing that came to everyone's mind was a curse.
"Is this curse contagious?"
"Quickly go tell the housekeeper!"
Saul didn't explain, he looked to Brown and his left hand suddenly reached out to grab the man.
"Woohoo!!!"
Brown was so scared that he couldn't even care about the injury on his left hand and ran backwards.
Saul waved his left hand in front of the crowd again.
The group of boys were also scared and squealed as they backed away.
Saul suddenly felt a bit childish like this, but it was a slight relief.
"Starting tomorrow, I won't be cleaning the hallways." No one in the room dared to contradict Saul, "You guys take turns in line!"
He pointed his white-boned index finger at Brown, "You're first."
Brown's face changed at once.
"Steward, that's him, he's been cursed and he's not reporting it!"
A boy's voice came from behind him.
Saul turned around and saw another boy who always mocked him come in with a middle-aged man in a black uniform.
The butler didn't show any fear when he saw Saul's hand.
He gave a quick frown, "You're coming with me."
Saul glanced at the informant and followed the butler out in silence.
The two came to the utility room.
"Tell me about it."
"I helped Lord Konza, a second level sorcerer apprentice, with a live experiment."
The butler was stunned, "You volunteered?"
Saul was puzzled, could the butler still help him with the lawsuit if he didn't volunteer?
"Ahem ...," the butler coughed lightly twice, "I mean, did Lord Kongsha pay you? If not, you are allowed to apply for compensation from the chief steward. After all, servants are the tower master's assets, and even an apprentice lord cannot consume them at will."
Sol would not believe the steward's words.
The pre-crossing Saul was the one who was smashed to death by a sorcerer apprentice with a book, but when he died, no one was going to give him a statement when the current Saul crossed over.
The other party was just trying to see if he and Kong Sha had any friendship.
So Saul said with a bashful face, "No."
Seeing the butler's face change slightly, he then continued, "Between me and Lord Kong Sha, I don't need that kind of payment."
The butler's face changed again.
Halfway through his anger, he forced it into a smile.
"Ah, haha, well then, since you guys ... then I won't bother much. You go back. You don't have to work for the next two days, so take a good rest."
He glanced scornfully at Sol's left hand.
Sol bowed slightly, "Thank you, Lord Steward."
He pushes the door open and sees a group of boy heads huddled in the bedroom doorway looking this way.
Saul walked over and the boys immediately retreated back into the room.
"You!" Saul pointed at the boy who had tattled, "It's your turn the day after tomorrow."
The other's face brushed as white as Brown's!
For the next two days, Saul led a rather comfortable life. No one assigned him a job, and he was able to wander around the vast majority of the fourth floor area. No one dared to steal food from him, and he was always able to eat hot meals and occasionally see meat.
Even the butler sent him a bottle of potion the next day, supposedly for his head injury.
Ridiculous!
He didn't even have a scar on his forehead.
Still, Saul respectfully accepted the medicine and thanked the butler repeatedly.
Everything he was enjoying now came from the crowd's speculation about his relationship with Konza, but if Saul couldn't become a sorcerer's apprentice, then everything would be a bubble, and he would eventually be knocked back to his original form.
Didn't you see that Kong Sha didn't even bother to know his name at that time?
Without becoming a Sorcerer's Apprentice, there was no qualification to be mad, and Saul could only scare the bully boys.
On the third day, something happened.
The boy who went to clean the corridor in the early hours of this day did not return.
In the end, it was the butler who stepped in and brought back the man's body.
A boy enthusiastically gave Saul a colorful description of the dead servant whose entire head had turned into a flower.
The skull was used as the stamen, and the skin and flesh of the face bloomed layer by layer, brightly colored like fire.
After the butler brought the body back, it was given directly to the garbage house for disposal, and that blood dripped all the way to the ground, even Saul who was resting was called to help scrub the ground.
Saul and a group of boys squatted on the ground and scrubbed the blood-stained ground hard.
None of the apprentice wizards who passed by paid any attention to them.
They were in a perpetual hurry and wouldn't care if another servant died.
Saul even saw Konza's chin.
It was just that the other's head was hidden in a hood, and it wasn't as scary as it was at night.
When he went back, the butler came again.
"I see you've rested about as much as you should, so tomorrow you'll start working normally."
"Okay." Saul answered with a bite.
Someone behind him was whispering.
Apparently, this brush with Kongsa was seen by someone with a heart.
Because Kong Sha hadn't wasted even a single glance on Saul, some people already thought that Saul was bluffing.
When the butler saw that Saul had agreed so painfully, his brows frowned tighter instead.
Just as he was about to say something, the door to the room was once again pushed open.
Surprisingly, it was the chief steward who walked in.
"Lord Chief Steward," the steward hurriedly bent ninety degrees and saluted, "What brings you here?"
The Chief Steward ignored the steward's attentiveness and only said to Saul with a cold face, "You are Saul?"
Saul knew that the opportunity Kongsha promised him had come.
His hand hidden in his sleeve quietly clenched, "Yes, Lord Chief Steward."
"Follow me."
The Chief Steward turned and walked out, ignoring a word from the butler the entire time.
Saul sidestepped past the butler and nodded and smiled at him.
A fine bead of sweat instantly broke out on the butler's head.
...
Saul followed the chief steward all the way to the sixth floor.
Most of the people living on the sixth to ninth floors were junior sorcerer apprentices, and there were also higher-ranking apprentices who had risen in rank but were unwilling to move out.
Usually, there were very few people in the wizard tower, but today the corridor was full of people.
Are some ten years old, neatly dressed small children, but these children at this time there is no childish naivety on their faces, one by one, pale, described as terrified.
"You go stand at the very back." The Chief Steward led Saul to the back of the line, pointed with his chin, and said indifferently.
"Yes." Knowing that this was the newly enrolled sorcerer apprentice, Saul suppressed the excitement in his heart and slowly walked over, standing quietly at the very back of the line.
The person who was originally at the very back heard the movement and turned back alertly, looking at Saul, first puzzled, then showing some anger.
Saul didn't know why he had that look on his face, but he glared back forcefully and didn't fight fear.
After following those boys around for a few days, Saul could kind of see it.
This world wasn't like his world, and if you were harmonious and friendly, you would only be taken as weak and deceitful.
In that case, then Saul would simply be tough.
(End of chapter)