Chapter 290 Overthinking?

"You're three seconds late".

Punk looked at an enchanted pocket watch in his hand and said without looking up.

"Sorry, Master Tutor, this is because I met at the entrance of the trading area..."

"I'm not interested in whether you met the ancient dragon or the titan. Every second you waste is actually a waste of time learning knowledge, you know"!

"Understood, mentor"!

Anya didn't continue to defend, she just agreed respectfully.

As a little clever girl, Anya knew that she was not qualified to defend herself in front of some people. For example, the mentor who was wearing a black robe and looked only fifteen years old was one of the people who refused to listen to the defense.

I have to admit that when Punk stepped out of the shadows and came in front of Anya, the girl was really shocked by Punk's appearance. In her impression, Punk should be a staid middle-aged man.

But Anya is not a face control person, no matter how handsome he is, he can't offset the deep anxiety in her heart.

Most importantly, Punk's subsequent performance completely proved that Anya's uneasiness was not groundless.

"Okay, my apprentice, your talent is very good, but good talent alone is not enough, you still need to dig out your talent."

Punk said to Anya expressionlessly. Although there was not a single truth in what he said, there was nothing unnatural on the surface.

What else could Anya answer to Punk's topic of "caring about apprentices"? She could only be stunned for a moment, then nodded and said:

"Yes, follow the instructions of the mentor."

"Yes, it seems that you are very self-motivated, but the road to magic is always bumpy, and repressed talents are useless! But don't worry, I have a way to unearth your talents-a basically guaranteed success The experiment can be done, and the first beneficiary will be you, and the only side effect will only be a little pain! How about it, are you willing to accept it?"

Punk stated his purpose straight to the point. Although he said this in a questioning tone, in terms of actions, Punk had calmly taken out a small bottle of light green potion with blue lines in his storage ring. .

"Don't worry, the experiment in the Thought of Truth follows the principle of voluntariness, even if you don't want to, no one will force you"?

While talking coldly, Punk walked up to Anya with the potion in his hand, and then stared directly at Anya with frightened eyes.

Forced to stare into Punk's cold eyes, Anya suppressed the trembling of her body as much as possible, showing a calm look on the surface.

But in fact, she was secretly crying in her heart.

"Voluntary? Is it voluntary as promised? Is this the legendary "being voluntary"? Is it too much?"

Anya had already complained loudly in her heart—but she only dared to complain in her heart, and Anya didn't dare to say this in front of Punk.

At this moment, there are only Anya herself and Punk in the huge magic tower. She, Anya, is just an apprentice who is not even a professional, and Punk is a master-level powerhouse with a high status in the branch. ——The appearance of punk does not seem to have the idea of ​​asking for opinions at all. Anya has no doubt that if she refuses, she will definitely be "voluntarily" experimented in a more painful way.

In the end, facing Punk's cold "good intentions", Anya had no choice but to compromise. She had a vague premonition that accepting this so-called "talent discovery" experiment was a matter of "taking jujube pills", but if she refused If so... then it would be "cough pills". Compared to "cough pills"... Anya had no choice but to choose "eating jujube pills"!

Without too much hesitation, Anya couldn't do too much hesitation in the face of punk's oppression. She could only squeeze out a smile and take the potion handed over by punk with slightly trembling hands, and then expressed her gratitude as much as possible. said in a tone:

"Thank you very much, dear mentor!"

Anya held up the potion that looked like a cocktail and put it to his mouth. Finally, he gave Punk a beseeching look.

But unfortunately, she only saw Punk's handsome expressionless face and those deep, cold eyes.

In the end, under Punk's gaze, Anya had to drink the potion down to the last drop.

"Master Teacher, do you have any other orders?"

After drinking the potion, Anya gently put down the empty potion bottle in her hand. Now she felt a faint pain in her head, and a very uncomfortable rush seemed to stir and tumbling in her soul.

"Well, very good, then take off your clothes and lie down on the laboratory table."

Punk was sure that Anya had finished drinking the potion, so he turned around and took out strange alchemy tools for surgery from the storage ring indifferently, and at the same time gave Anya an order indifferently.

Anya was even more stunned this time. She looked at the experimental table next to it that was full of runes, and heard Punk turn around and take out many unknown things.

The girl's complexion began to turn pale!

"No... no way, could it be... I met a perverted mentor, what he gave me to drink just now was... yes..."

Thinking of this, Anya didn't dare to continue thinking. She knew that in the world of ordinary people, some high-ranking nobles liked to torture girls for pleasure. For those poor girls, that kind of life must be as painful as hell.

Now in Anya's mind, punk has been equated with these perverted nobles.

Thinking of the next "encounter" that might happen to her, coupled with the increasingly uncomfortable feeling in her head, Anya only felt that she was about to cry:

"Master Tutor...can you...don't use this...in a normal way, okay?"

Anya looked at Punk with red eyes and crying.

"What nonsense are you talking about"?

Hearing Anya's out-of-tune voice, Punk frowned slightly and turned around. He was concentrating on inspecting the enchanted runes on the alchemy scalpel when he suddenly heard Anya's "inexplicable" statement and hadn't reacted for a while.

But after seeing Anya's pale smile with a hint of blush, Punk immediately knew that the little girl had misunderstood.

Punk originally didn't want to pay attention to this kind of adolescent girl's cranky thoughts, and she just guessed at will, but thinking of the negative emotions that may be released by the next "weird eyeball transplant", Punk felt that it was best to let Anya not be too emotional. It's better to be excited, so he had no choice but to patiently give a dry explanation:

"You misunderstood, this is just a step of the experiment, your body is too weak, I will perform some minor operations on you, believe me, I will not harm my apprentice"!

When Punk lied, he didn't stutter at all, his expression was as calm and indifferent as ever.

At the same time, Anya's usually very effective intuition was nowhere to be seen this time...

Seeing Punk's serious look, and feeling the same aura that chills the soul as always, Anya can't help but feel that she really thinks too much:

"Hey, Anya, what are you thinking about? How could the mage be interested in a little girl like you? Besides, even if the teacher wants to do something, would you resist? It is wise to be obedient when facing the strong, maybe ...Maybe Mr. Teacher is really doing it for my own good, but it's not necessarily right"!

Anya comforted herself silently in her heart, and then slowly unbuttoned the clothes one by one with her slender white fingers.

Although she was deceiving herself a bit, Anya could only comfort herself like this...

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