A distance of 300 miles is nothing for a wizard.

If it weren't for the Black Forest, it might have taken them two to three hours to get there.

However, after all, the Black Forest has the rules of the Black Forest, and if you want to fly rampant here, it is simply not enough to lose ten lives.

Most powerful monsters don't bother to interfere with the guy sneaking past the edge of their territory, but if you fly over its head with a loud bang, it's a provocation from the Red Fruit!

The 5 manticores undoubtedly belong to the native monsters of this area, so they know a lot about the hunting areas of the many monsters along the way. They don't fly high, but cling to the treetops of tall ancient trees, twisting and turning their way, trying to sprint along the edge of the territory of those powerful monsters.

Therefore, along the way, there was no danger to cross the 300 miles of forest sea, and once again returned to the diseased tree forest with obvious geomorphological characteristics.

And this is the territory of their manticore family!

Without stopping on the ground, the five manticores pressed down on their wings, and their majestic bodies swept into the cave with a howling wind, squeaking and flying in all directions with the frightened squeaks of the thousands of nocturnal bats that were inhabiting it.

However, no matter how panicked these bats were, none of them dared to break within ten meters of the manticore. In this area, the manticores are the well-deserved bosses!

The group of manticores ignored the free 'watchdogs', flapped their wings, and glided quickly through the cave, nimbly flashing over the stone pillars and upside-down stone stalactites, and plunged headlong into the dark and deep passage in the corner.

Glide through narrow and dark passages, and when they encounter too narrow areas, they will fold their bat wings and run fast on the ground like a real lion. When the space is a little more spacious, the bat's wings will be spread again, and it will rush between the craggy stone pillars and caves.

This is their home.

Every passage, every stone pillar here, they are very familiar.

Even if the underground light is dim, it has no effect on the manticore lions with shimmering vision. Like small fish in a coral reef, they move through the rocks, rocks, and dirt with ease, and go straight through the complex underground passages to the cave complex where Grim found the lava well.

As soon as they entered here, the space around them suddenly became spacious, and even empty, and the three Silver Alliance wizards who had been sitting upright with their eyes closed couldn't help but open their eyes and began to scan the surrounding environment.

In particular, the lava well in the center of the cave group attracted the attention of the two wizards. As soon as they jumped off the manticore, they couldn't wait to come to the lava well, took out strange witchcraft and began to measure the environmental data here.

The guy named Eugene was a battle wizard who was mainly responsible for protecting the two wizards of the Mystery who were out on a mission. So he wasn't fooled by the environment, nodding at Grim and starting to trample around the lava well.

Looking at the two wizards who had been busy as soon as they arrived, Grim couldn't help but cough in embarrassment. However, this move did not alarm the two wizards of the Wizards, who were clearly caught up in their enthusiasm for their work, but instead lured Eugene, who was wandering around.

"What, what else do you have to do?" Wizard Eugene's tone was rather cold and hard, and there was a smell of slaughter in the soaring energy aura on his body.

"Uh...... I wanted to ask, what else can I help with building the Wizard's Tower?"

"I don't need any help from you!" Wizard Eugene pushed Grim back with a word, "If you really have the ability, you don't need to invite us here! Everything here is very good, and it is a good place to build a witch tower." ”

"So what do I need to do?"

"You don't have to do anything, you just need to leave! A small foundation like this can be completed in just nine days. When everything is built, I will naturally inform you that it will be up to you to complete the blood sacrifice of the tower spirit. Okay, you can leave ...... now."

At this moment, Grim's jaw dropped by the arrogance and rudeness of the other party.

However, when I think of the style of the Silver Alliance, I feel relieved.

It's a one-of-a-kind business.

After they monopolized most of the mystical wizards and related knowledge and technology, other wizarding families and organizational forces wanted to quickly complete the construction of the witch tower, and in many cases, they could only rely on the group of people in the Silver Alliance. The Sarubo family also has its own architects and runes, but these strategic talents are all outside the territory, and they are firmly in the palm of the hand of the Sarubo Grand Wizard.

If they want to cross the dimensional barrier and return to the wizarding world to build the lowest-grade 'simple' witch tower for a small Tier 1 wizard, even the Rank 3 wizard Sanazar can't call the shots. Because the Arcane wizards that the Sarubo family has worked so hard to cultivate are all prepared for dimensional wars, no one can labor them to contribute to an ordinary family wizard.

So......

For things like Grim's construction of a private witch tower, he can only turn to a specialized agency like the Silver Alliance for help!

So, within a quarter of an hour of inviting this group of people, Grim was 'politely' invited out of the cave group by the wizard Eugene.

It can be seen that this group of people is still very good at keeping intellectual property rights and technology confidential.

Even if Grim leaves the caves, he can sense the feeling of being watched. And it wasn't until he returned to the manticore's lair that the feeling of being watched was completely gone.

"Don't be frustrated, master!" Gargamel, who had been hiding underground in the past few days, rushed to the ground and whispered comfortingly: "The guys from the three major forces are all like this......!

"Oh, do you know anything about the three major forces?" asked Grim curiously, "Can you tell me about it?"

"Boom...... What is there to say about this!" Gargamel's thin, withered old face showed a look of hatred: "The pain of being a wandering wizard is difficult for those who have not experienced it to understand! We are like rats crossing the street, and we will be oppressed by the local wizard family wherever we go." And in order to gather knowledge and buy materials, we can only pinch our noses to curry favor with the managers of those public witch towers, and only then can we get some cheaper resources......"

"Then why don't you take refuge in some wizarding families? With your qualifications as a pharmacist, as long as you show that you are willing to take refuge, even those medium-strength wizarding families will welcome you with open arms? Why bother wandering around and living a miserable life that is looked down upon by others?"

"Master, if you say something like this, it means that you don't really know those wizard families. When you enter these families as an Upanishad, you will find that they do value your existence very much and are willing to lean larger resources on you. But...... From now on, you will lose your freedom forever!"

"Freedom?"

"Yes, freedom!" Gargamel sighed secretly, "They invest resources in you, naturally they want to get more rewards from you! Like me, as an apothecary, after joining the wizard family, I need to regularly hand over a certain amount of witchcraft potions to the family every year. And for a powerless guy like me, they would set a very large amount of potions. And if I want to complete the task, I can only soak in the laboratory full of strange smells every day, doing repetitive and boring work day and night. ”

Grim rubbed his chin silently and fell silent.

And the most direct consequence of this is ...... I don't have that much time to meditate, and I don't have time to improve my strength. When I became a wizard, I spent a lot of my year mixing potions that didn't make any sense. And my body was destroyed little by little......"

Gargamel is only 89 years old so far, which is not even middle-aged in the group of wizards who are often two or three hundred years old. But his body and appearance ...... But he has already fought with those old wizards who are nearing the end of their lives!

"Aren't there many high-level wizards among the Wizards of the Arpanishn......?

"Master, you're talking about the inside of the Silver Alliance, right?" Gargamel chuckled twice: "The guys that a big organization like theirs is willing to cultivate, and the guys who are willing to use resources to smash into high-level wizards, are all descendants with family backgrounds! After all, the resources it takes to smash a shallow arcane wizard into a second-order are enough to smash out two or three second-order battle wizards. So it's not their own people, and they can't bear it......"

Grim also has a deep understanding of this.

Within the Sarubo family, Winriel is a pharmacist and Kogan is a witchcraft modifier, and they both have their own unique auxiliary expertise. But their fighting ability, to be honest, Grim has always looked down on it. And their strength has improved, compared with Grim, it is comparable to a turtle crawl.

After returning from the knightly plane, Grim and the others were able to see three or four faces a year. For the rest of the time, they were soaked in their respective laboratories, often coming out once in ten days and half a month. Even many times I can't take care of eating and drinking, so I can only rely on nutritional pills to support it.

The body that lacks exercise for a long time, perennial exposure to various materials that are harmful to the human body, and the long-term lack of mental nourishment, will also not advance but retreat, becoming atrophied and eroded.

It's really amazing that there is no regression in strength like this!

However, what is more unbearable than the decline in strength is the loss of freedom.

As a professional wizard carefully trained by your family, you will never be able to travel and explore again. No family would allow an Wizard of the Mystery to team up with strangers for the sake of that little bit of combat experience and adventure.

Even if there is an occasional need, it is the family that sends a large number of good hands to protect the wizards of the U.S. to explore those low-risk so-called 'ruins' and 'dangerous places'.

With such an experience, the chances of the wizards of the Upanishads being able to be tempered and sharpened are almost zero!

From these stories, Grim finally understood the fundamental reason why Gargamel would rather become a wandering wizard than join the wizarding family.

Although the wizard group looks glamorous on the outside, you have to go deep into it to find that the oppression inside is also desperate.