"It's mine. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Fitney spoke—there was nothing surprising about the old man's appearance, except that he had a slime in his hand.

The slime was like a child who was not well-behaved, otherwise he would not have made it so difficult for Fitney to chase, but in the old man's hand it was very well-behaved - at least when the old man was pinching it, it only showed a somewhat frightened expression, but it had no intention of breaking free of the old man's hands.

There could be two reasons for this—either the slime likes the old man very much, and the second is that the slime is no match for the old man at all.

Fitnair believes in the latter unconditionally - this low-level magical creature can be subdued as long as it knows a little magic, but unfortunately it can't use any magic itself.

"It's yours, this little thing, this magical creature is ugly. The old man said unceremoniously, "It still disturbs my sleep, aren't you going to do something?"

"I'm sorry......" Fitney was silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry, I hate people saying I'm sorry! Where did these nobles learn their bad habits? It's disgusting! "Who knew that the old man was thundering—he wasn't tall, and he couldn't jump on the spot to reach Fitney's height, and he looked like a little ...... No, old dwarf - well, that's not the point.

Fitnair looked at the slime he was holding in his hand and shaking it around—the slime turned green with fright.

But the slime is originally green, and who knows if its face is green or not.

"Well, it was my mistake, so what do you say I should do?" said Fitney, trying to make his words "rude."

"That's a big problem. The old man quieted down and thought for a moment, "But I don't like a student like you at all, and I might be in trouble when I think I might see you in the future...... It's better to let you drop out of school......"

That's a big problem indeed.

Fitney couldn't help but feel that the slime had ruined the old man's life's work - but it had only disturbed his sleep - and it sounded so terrifying that Fitney seemed calm.

"She's a disciple of Professor Letta, and according to the rules, she can't be expelled outright. Xilei spoke first.

This is grateful, after all, this old man seems to be a magician with a strange personality - if Xi Lei upsets him at this time, she is not a magician disciple at this moment, she is very dangerous at this moment.

"Hmph, who can influence my decision?! Not even Freisen!" the old man's attitude was unexpectedly resolute - but when he thought about it, his words were even more surprising, "Wait, what are you talking about? Letta? Oh no...... That's a crazy woman, you can't afford to mess with her!"

This old man is not afraid of Freisen, but is jealous of Letta?

Hearing all this, Fitney and Xilei felt a little unacceptable.

"Oh, I remember—Phytenay Freyton, with a nasty name like a nobleman, and you're a disciple of Letta, hmph, I always thought she wouldn't take any disciples. "But you still have to pay the price—I'm still interested in your magical creatures, and I'll let me study them for a few days, and I'll not let them die." ”

"Absolutely. Fitney replied very simply, not only because she felt that she couldn't handle such a thing as a slime, but secondly, because she didn't think she could refuse the old man.

"I promised quickly, but it's not over yet - you're going to help me clean up the White Tower, this little thing has messed up my things, and I can't find many things now. The old man said again.

Naturally, there is no possibility of refusal.

"I'll just go in by myself, thank you for today. Fitney sighed, watched the old man walk into the White Tower, and turned to Celestial to say that this matter had nothing to do with her.

"Do you need me to speak for Helis - you don't need to worry too much. I think he just wanted to find a helper, and was too boring to take your magical creatures away. Xi Lei's words hit the nail on the head.

How could Fitnair not understand, but still that concern, she could not refuse a strong-tempered magician.

The old man was more cunning than he thought, and first intimidated people by dropping out of school, and the real purpose was obviously what Hillet said—if he was not a man who was used to thinking more, and had not been frightened by him at all, or had given him a lot of unpaid work, he would still be grateful to Dade.

"Okay, thanks. Fitney said again.

With that, she stepped into the white tower—half of the door was sunk into the ground, so that her modest stature would have to bend slightly to enter.

The inside of the tower is no different from the rest of the world, except that the space is tilted to one side.

But she was "struck by" everything in the White Tower—it was a white tower with only one space, meaning no stairs, no floors, only a top of the tower—so high that Fitney couldn't tell what frescoes were painted on the ceiling at the top.

The dilapidated crystal chandelier and a few lamps removed from above were left in the corner—many books, but most of them were dusted and piled up in different places, as were the tables, chairs, and cabinets, and the bed in the corner was tilted to one side, and the quilt was patched......

It's really messy here - maybe it's better to use the word chaos.

However, Fitney doesn't believe that a slime is that powerful.

Liteta's already "casual" laboratory is even neat compared to here.

"It's all your magical creatures, and you're in charge of packing it up for me—I'm talking about everything!" the old man's voice rang out, and he was now walking to a large table—the four legs of which were of different lengths, the short of which was cushioned with several thick books.

It seemed to be a lab table. Fitney discovers this sad fact from an instrument with a hole in the table.

"Today?" Fitney paused, "I don't think it's done today." ”

"Then clean it up! You can't use your magic! No!" the old man reminded Fitney.

Fitnair didn't want to delve into the reason, she wasn't interested in that at all, but thought it was a good thing - she couldn't use magic to help him clean up the White Tower.

This matter is happy and discouraging, happy not to have to worry about being exposed by this eccentric magician, discouraged, this is a huge project.

"Okay. Fitney once again held back the polite words he wanted to say, sighed, ignoring the sound of the slime struggling to think about where to start.

That little thing had made itself encounter with this kind of thing, and it deserved to be experimented with.