It’s Only the Dead That Are Wastes

The dormitories for newly promoted first level apprentices were spread out on the sixth through ninth floors, but most of them lived on the sixth floor.

Saul thought that when he returned to the dormitory, he would see a servant delivering the textbooks and other things. Instead, he didn't expect to see a familiar face at the doorway of his own room 604.

Sid, the second level apprentice in charge of testing, was currently hugging his arms and looking at Saul, who was paralleling Keri.

His face was filled with mockery.

Saul's heart tightened and he hastily glanced at the hardcover book on his left shoulder.

The latter floated honestly, with no intention of opening it.

With a sigh of relief, he stiffened and walked over to the other man against Cid's cold stare.

"Senior, are you looking for me?" Saul bowed his head slightly, his eyes fixed on Cid's hand.

Second level apprentices usually didn't show up here.

A good number of new apprentices were startled and stood at a distance, watching in awe.

They were all shocked by Sid's means of killing the little fatty, a nightmare experience for a kid from the outside, even if he was just watching from the sidelines.

Even Korie stayed three meters away, looking this way with an expressionless face.

Cid lowered his hand, the ironic smile on his face growing.

He leaned forward on his upper body, his mouth lowering to the top of Sol's head, "I see how you cheated to pass the test."

Saul raised his eyes suddenly, looking at Cid at an extreme angle.

"However, I will not disqualify you from your apprenticeship." Cid straightened up and clasped his hands to his chest, his tone seeming to soften.

"You know what? People who become apprentices with empty spiritual power but no magical talent ... will only die a worse death! Hahahahaha ..."

Cid didn't deliberately lower his voice, and Saul could already hear someone behind him start talking about himself.

"I'm looking forward to your death, and if it's a beautiful death, I don't mind helping you make your body into a wax statue and put it on the fourth floor to admonish those lowly servants."

"Don't, demented! Mind! Delusion! Think!"

Saul just felt his skin numb from head to toe.

Satisfied that Saul was becoming pale, Cid took a half step back and looked at Saul like he was admiring a work of art.

"Well then, I look forward to our next meeting."

He sneered, completely sinking his face, and turned to leave.

The apprentices in the corridor all stepped aside and stood close to the wall, afraid that any part of their body would block the path of the senior.

When the man disappeared around the corner of the ramp, Saul let out a long breath, only then feeling sensation in his stiff limbs.

He bowed his head, ready to go back to his room, not bothering to look around at the eyes of the people around him, figuring it wouldn't be pretty.

Becoming a sorcerer's apprentice was his choice, and he was aware that his qualification talent was not good. Therefore, even against the crowd's skepticism and ridicule, Saul would not give up.

He reached out to open the door, but another hand slapped on the door panel.

Saul looked up and saw Duke's twisted face.

"Shanky he ... he even lost his life because of a loser like you?" Duke's chest continued to rise and fall, "Those without talent have no business learning sorcery! Go back to your servant pile to rot and mold!"

A fire, rising from his heart, burned so much that his throat began to smoke!

Saul jerked his left hand out.

The white bone palm fiercely hooped Duke's head, like squeezing a leather ball!

The hair and skin were slightly dented due to the squeeze of the white bone, and even the skull was making a fragile rattling sound.

Duke's mouth full of expletives turned into a wail.

"Ah! Ahhhh! Ah–"

He was pressed down to his knees little by little under Saul's immense, unresistable strength.

"Losing your life ... is what makes you a waste!" Saul said through gritted teeth.

He raised his eyes to look at the crowd of people in the corridor with different expressions, and his hands began to exert force once again.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

Duke's wail grew sharper and sharper, like a needle drilling into everyone's brain.

Everyone couldn't help but back away.

However, a hand suddenly rested on Saul's left arm.

Saul turned his head with red eyes, only to realize that Korrie had come behind him at some point.

She looked at Saul with a disinterested expression, as if Saul was not killing, but eating.

Korrie raised the apprentice rulebook in her hand and waved it in front of Saul's eyes.

"Rule number three, apprentices may not kill each other, violators will be stripped of their skin. If you really want to kill him, next time we'll go somewhere else where no one is around."

Kori didn't lower her voice either, so that both Saul and Duke, who was kneeling on the ground, could hear clearly.

Maybe it was the slight coolness between Korrie, or maybe it was the breeze brought up by the fanning of the books, Saul felt that the fire in his heart was not so violent.

He let go of his hand and watched Duke, who had left deep finger marks on his face, roll and flee into the crowd.

"You're right." Saul looked at Duke's fleeing back and raised his voice, "Change to a deserted place and slaughter him again!"

Saul stopped looking at the gazes of the people around him and pushed the door back to his dormitory.

When he turned back to close the door, he realized that Korie had shortened her body and got under his arm.

Saul moved, but closed the door slowly. "You didn't even bring your traveling bag?" Kori slipped around Saul's room with her arms crossed.

Saul didn't say anything.

Kori walked back to Saul, both teenagers, and she looked a little taller than Saul.

"How did you cheat? Fake a faint to escape the magic test?"

Saul whipped his head around.

Kori turned to Sol's front again, "Are you magically gifted?"

"Uh-huh!"

Instead of losing his temper at the only Kori standing by his side, Saul grunted through his nose.

"Bad magical talent is a bit tricky, you might not be able to unleash more than a few magical spells sorceries before they go mute." Kori said stiffly.

"But your mental aptitude is still one of the best performers in the day's tests."

Korrie suddenly held out her right hand to Sol.

"A genius should walk with a genius, hello, I'm Korrie, the first place winner of the magical talent test."

"... Saul."

After a moment of silence, Saul put his right hand on it.

...

Inexplicably there was an inexplicable friend.

After Korie left, Saul sat at the table, recalling the somewhat middle-aged scene just now, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

However, he quickly collected his mind.

Unlike Korie, who still bore the name of a genius, his reputation for cheating should have just gotten out and rotted.

But Saul didn't have time to think about what other people thought; in order to become an apprentice, he was in the middle of a mystery that he couldn't even see for himself.

The anger he had just felt came more from his fear of Cid.

Now reason was back online.

Saul tore off a piece of paper, took a pen and wrote a few names on it.

Brown.

Syd.

Konsa.

Corrie.

Duke.

Brown, had been deliberately targeting himself. And it seemed like someone was behind it all.

Saul wrote the word "enemy" after Brown's name.

Syd, had a deep enmity towards Saul. Saul even suspects that Sid is the one behind Brown.

The hardcover book also warned Saul that Syd would kill him after testing his magical talent. Coupled with Sid's move of blocking his doorway today and spreading the word about his talent ...

Saul wrote the word "mortal enemy" after Sid's name. Unfortunately, Saul does not have any way to fight against this enemy.

He can only be thankful that after he became a sorcerer's apprentice, the other party should not be able to directly attack himself.

"Next ... Kongsha" Saul softly read the name of the person who changed his fate.

He wrote a question mark after Kong Sha's name.

Kong Sha's terrifying appearance and mysterious methods all made Saul deeply afraid of her. Currently, Saul didn't know what Kong Sha was going to make himself do.

Weakly, he could only take one step and see what happens.

Saul bypassed Kori's name and turned to the last name.

Duke.

Despite having already vented once, the sight of the name still irked him.

He lifted his pen and scribbled quickly after the name: "Big Dummy ..."

"Dum-dum-dum!"

A knock on the door interrupted Saul's movements as he crumpled up the paper on the table and tucked it into his pocket.

The door opened and a beautiful looking 17 or 18 year old girl appeared in front of Saul. She was wearing a very revealing maid outfit, holding her breasts out and lifting her buttocks, pushing a cart in an extremely absorbing teenage boy position.

On top of the cart were books and school supplies and living materials piled half a person high.

She lowered her head and smiled at Saul at a standard and sweet angle, "Good afternoon Lord Saul, these are the books and props you need for your studies. Do you need me to help you push them in?"

Saul took the cart armrest, "No, thanks."

The maid bent deeply, her towering breasts almost brushing against Saul's nose.

"Does my lord require any other services from me?"

(End of chapter)