In a dark little room.

A dozen children slept on a big bunk bed.

They were all boys of twelve or thirteen years old.

They curled up one by one, sleeping not very peacefully, and dared not even stretch their hands out of the quilt.

"Swish!"

The candle on the left wall suddenly lit up.

The boy sleeping on the far left was blinded by the candlelight, curled up in the quilt, and kicked the boy on the right with his foot.

The boy on the right was kicked, so he kicked the boy on the right again in a daze.

One by one, one by one, the boy on the far right was kicked against the wall.

"Um..."

Thor groaned, rubbed his dull knee, got up in a daze, and was stunned for a moment to wake himself up.

"Hurry up... If you are late, the wizard will make you fertilizer for the flowers." The boy next to him reminded him like a murmur.

Thor pressed the old wound on his forehead, and the slight stinging made him sober, and his movements finally became neat.

He quickly climbed out of bed, put on the servant's clothes hanging on the wall, pushed open the door of the hut, and walked out.

Outside the door was a long curved corridor, with a door every few meters on both sides of the corridor. There was a candlestick on each side of the door, using their weak and dim light to try to dispel the coldness in the corridor.

Thor looked at his left shoulder by the candlelight.

There was a hardcover book less than the size of a palm floating there.

"Hasn't it disappeared yet? Maybe it's not my illusion."

Since crossing over a few days ago, the book has been floating on Thor's left shoulder.

It can be seen, but not touched, and others can't see it.

Thor called the system and asked for the chip, but got no response. In the end, he could only attribute it to the illusion caused by his head injury.

But the illusion should not last for so many days without disappearing.

Whether it is an illusion or not, Thor has his own things to do and has no time to study it all the time.

He is in a wizard tower.

Since crossing over, Thor has never walked out of this tower.

Moreover, as a servant here, he has to get up at about four o'clock in the morning every day to mop the floor of the corridors from the eleventh to the thirteenth floor. There must be no obvious stains or garbage left on it, otherwise it will be chopped up and used as fertilizer for flowers.

The work of cleaning the corridor must be completed before the candlelight turns from dim yellow to bright white flames, otherwise, if you run into a wizard apprentice going out, you may be caught for experiments.

Those wizard apprentices look weird, and their tempers are very bad and very anxious, as if they are chased by the god of death every day.

Thor's predecessor was killed by a wizard apprentice with a book. The body was thrown into the utility room and was almost treated as garbage.

When he crawled out of the utility room with a face full of blood, even the housekeeper almost thought it was haunted.

After the housekeeper confirmed that he was not dead, he immediately assigned him a job. Thor was sent to work before he even had time to heal his wounds.

Until today.

After the memories, Thor first went to the utility room next to the bunk bed room to get a mop, a bucket and a trash can, put them on a small flatbed cart, and pushed it forward.

The wheels of this cart are said to be engraved with a mute spell to prevent disturbing the extremely fragile wizard apprentices.

Thor carefully observed the patterns on it two days ago, but apart from a slight dizziness, he did not gain anything.

He yawned and started a new day of work in the cool morning.

The corridor is precisely a semicircle, with a door every few meters on both sides.

There are doorplates on those doors, and the characters on the doorplates represent the room numbers.

Thor's body that he traveled through can read, and after a few days of exploration, he has recovered some basic common sense from his broken memories.

When cleaning the eleventh floor, Thor heard a sobbing cry behind a door.

Whenever the cry sounded, the candles on both sides of the door would sway gently, and the light and shadow would sway, which was extremely creepy.

Thor tightened his collar, and all his sleepiness was awakened by the cold.

He quickly pretended that he knew nothing and heard nothing, and quickly mopped the floor here.

There was a weird person on the twelfth floor who liked to throw garbage at the door.

Hair, torn paper, unknown pieces of meat...