While Donnie was still struggling to stand up, the sudden knock interrupted them, and they both turned to look at the door.
The door was half open, as half of the wall it was in had collapsed. The examiner wearing the ancient magic robe was looking at them with an expressionless face.
Donnie's face also felt numb, but he really wanted to ask him what took him so long to arrive, just like what often happened in those TV series that cops and knights always came so late after all the problems had been solved.
The gray-haired necromancer held a black notebook in his hand, and the way he looked at them was rather cold. He started writing on his notebook as he said, "Mutant stitched body, made from mostly low-rank materials… Power close to grand knight level. Best among these years. But the body was out of control, so some scores should be taken away…
