He didn't have time to continue cleaning. As long as there was no conspicuous garbage, the housekeepers would not really use white gloves to wipe the floor.

Thor turned around and pushed the cart all the way, finally running into the corridor on the fourth floor before the candlelight turned white.

He panted, put the sundries back into the utility room, and dumped the garbage.

"Finally finished before the housekeeper checked."

Thor subconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his left hand, but his skin was scratched by the hard bones.

"My left hand still has no pain, even no touch."

He moved a few fingers.

"But it can move freely. Is this the power of witchcraft?"

After accepting that his left hand might become a skeleton forever, Thor was fascinated by the power contained in it.

He looked at his right hand again. Although it only looked delicate on the surface, Thor could feel the power contained in it.

He picked up a stone from the trash can in the utility room and gently squeezed it, and the stone broke into several pieces.

"The right hand should be the result of a successful experiment. The grip is very strong, far exceeding that of an ordinary adult male. I think the grip of the so-called warriors and knights in this world is just like this."

Just adding a few more ingredients, the effect of the potion is so different.

Thor once again reaffirmed his belief in becoming a wizard apprentice.

Thinking of this, he left the utility room, walked to the door of the bedroom where he was resting, and pushed the door open a little.

Because he was still observing his hands, he opened the door very slowly.

At this time, there was a discussion coming from the door, which made Thor stop.

"That guy Thor hasn't come back yet, it seems that he is really dead this time."

"Humph, it's not easy for him to offend a wizard apprentice and still live until now."

"Alas, he's dead, now we have to take turns to get up early to clean the corridor."

There was a silence in the room.

And Thor frowned fiercely. The task of cleaning the corridor turned out to be a rotation?

These people actually bullied him because of his incomplete memory and pushed this dangerous job to himself?

After a while, someone spoke again in the room.

"If you think about it this way, it's better to let Thor live. He has lost most of his previous memories. What he can and cannot do still depends on us. Now it's good. It's time to take turns for the dawn mission. Who knows when he will die inexplicably."

"Who said that the dawn mission must be rotated?"

"Why?"

"We have always asked Thor to clean the corridor. Didn't the housekeeper say anything? Starting tomorrow, let George go."

"He didn't lose his memory. Will he agree?"

"If he doesn't agree, beat him until he agrees."

At this point, everyone seemed to believe that Thor was dead, and began to arrange the next unlucky guy.

"Bang!"

Thor kicked the door open.

"Starting tomorrow," he glanced around at the boys in the room, "the task of cleaning the corridor will continue to take turns!"

Some people were startled by Thor, while others showed a hideous smile after being happy.

The laughing boy was called Brown. He was the strongest and most powerful man among the male servants, and he also slept on the far left of the bunk bed.

He could enjoy the best light source and the honor of being the first to get food.

He got all this by punching.

Now, a little kid dared to disobey his arrangement. Brown pressed his joints and vowed to let Thor know what rules were!

Brown walked over and swung his fist without saying a word.

"Pah!"

However, Brown's fist was blocked by Thor with his right hand.

"Asshole!" Brown didn't expect Thor to react so quickly, and wanted to pull his hand out to attack again.

But soon he found that his hand was firmly grasped and he couldn't pull it out at all.

How could he not know that Thor had such great strength?

He was obviously as thin as a ten-year-old child.

Thor felt the power transmitted back from his right hand.

Little dish!

He had a blank expression on his face and exerted a little force.

"Crack!"

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