This spacious and bright room - despite the lack of windows, the power of magic ensures that every room in the mage tower receives plenty of sunlight, of course, some mages do not like light by nature, they can use spells to block out this sunlight - the simple but by no means shabby room is divided into two parts, the outside is the reception room, and the inside is a place for the owner of the room to rest and practice. To Rhaegar's astonishment, in addition to the various equipment and materials used for experimentation and research, one of the shelves on one wall was filled with all sorts of books on the study of magic, and with his eyes, he could tell at a glance that any of these books would be a rare treasure for a magical learner.

"This is your accommodation," Salan, the **** master who was responsible for leading the way for him, said to him: "You can use the materials and equipment here at will, and you can also read the books on the shelves at will, except that you can't get out of this room, any of your requests will be met." ”

Rhaegar was puzzled by the treatment of a guest who could almost be called a guest, but he did not dwell too much on the matter, he knew that in this mage tower where there were more intelligent beings than himself, it was futile to resist and escape, and it was better to go with the flow than to spend the day in anxiety and suspicion. Governed by this thought, he began to use everything in the room with peace of mind, and practiced the magic recorded in the books without any scruples.

Since coming to this world, Rhaegar has never enjoyed such a peaceful and comfortable life except in the God of the Storm, although for an undead, any place and any material enjoyment is only dispensable, this kind of life is undoubtedly pleasant, when he is immersed in cultivation and experiments, before he knows it, three days have passed.

"One gram of Adamantite, plus two drops of Hell Demon Bat Blood..."Rhaegar silently recited the preparation method of a certain magic material he had just seen, while carefully adding the materials in his hand to the test tube, and at the same time commanded his servant in a loud voice, "Sixty-seven, go and get some more blood salt!"

The name belongs to a magical creature in the Wizard Tower, a cyborg creature with a little intelligence and judgment, who, along with its companions, has taken on the responsibility of guarding and caring for the lives of some of the high-ranking mages in the Tower, and now, its mission is to take care of Rhaegar's living and act as an assistant during its experiments - even within the Wizard Tower, only a few people can afford such treatment.

This time, though, Sixty-Seven didn't listen to him, because someone with higher authority came to its side.

"You've got too much purple withered grass," the man said calmly, "and the account in that book is outdated, and according to the latest research, you only need to put in half of this plant." ”

Rhaeggar's hand paused, then continued to shake the tube steadily and evenly so that the various ingredients could be fully mixed together.

"You should be in the God of the Storm, the owner of a mage tower should not be so far from his post," he said to his mentor, not seeming surprised or surprised by Carson's arrival, "You arranged all this for me in this tower?"

"I'm born here," Carson wasn't annoyed by the student's attitude, he knew very well why the other party was like this, "In fact, before I became a ninth-order mage, I had been serving the master of the **** Master Tower. ”

"I'm no longer the master of the Storm God," after a slight pause, Carson continued, "I left there the day after you left. ”

Rhaegar put down the test tube in his hand and turned to face his mentor.

"Is this the deal you made with Villar to set me free?" Rhaegar asked, not feeling the slightest hint of gratitude for Carson's great sacrifice, "You don't have to, just tell the truth, and we won't be where we are now." ”

"It's not what you think," Carson said calmly and expressionlessly in the face of the student's questioning, "As I said in my message, for some reason, I can't tell the truth." ”

"Much appreciated," Rhaegar said calmly and modestly, "for everything you have done for me," he bowed deeply, "my dear teacher. ”

This kind of almost offensive behavior from an apprentice would not be tolerated by any mage, but Carson was surprisingly not angry, he just silently turned around and walked out of the room.

"I didn't know the situation in the empire would be so complicated," before leaving the room, he said to Rhaegar "The position of court mage will obviously get you involved in the maelstrom, if you want, I can be your recommender to enter the **** master tower." ”

This is the opportunity that Rhaegar has always dreamed of, "I haven't cleared my suspicions yet," the geist said, "Hocker has entrusted me with the protection of Kohler, and I must fulfill my mission." ”

Carson didn't say anything more, he strode out of the room and disappeared through the door, his waist straight throughout.

The test of the division tower finally arrived the next day, although due to Carson's relationship, even if Rhaegar was really the murderer who hurt Kohler, the mages would never be against him in the slightest, in order to give an explanation to the empire, they still spent several days preparing seriously - it is not easy to verify whether a **** master is lying, even a tenth-order mage is difficult to do.

"Please go into that circle," a ninth-order mage said softly to Rhaegar, it could be seen that this was an approachable old man, and the strength and exaltation of his status did not cultivate his pride, "We will ask you some questions, if you are not lying, everything will be normal, and if you lie, the magical power in the circle will imprison you in an instant." ”

Rhaegar nodded slightly, and stepped into the *** surrounded by countless magical symbols. He himself was also full of curiosity about this test, after all, probing the soul of a **** master was something that was not recorded in any magic books and notes.

The geist was not worried that the test would reveal his identity, and after so many years of living in this body, he had been able to combine with it so perfectly that no one could tell that he was not the original owner of the body, and that, as a derogatory soul subject, although not very powerful at the moment, was fundamentally different enough for him to play with those who tried to peep into the soul.

"Please state your name. "The ninth-order mage who presided over the test did not directly ask the subject at the beginning, he first chose some very ordinary questions to ask, and used this to observe the amplitude of the soul fluctuations when the other party answered the questions, and then adjusted the peep range of the magic circle.

Rhaegar answered the mage's questions one by one. He could feel that as he spoke, a plausible force was always around him, which was static at first, and as the test progressed, it was gradually adjusted to the vibrational frequency of his own soul's fluctuations, and to fluctuate with greater amplitude. Obviously, this is the main method that the mages use to test whether he is lying or not - one can control one's heartbeat, pulse, and even thoughts, but no one can control the fluctuations from the soul that represent the most basic characteristics of the soul unless one becomes another soul.

However, for Rhaegar, such a test was of little significance, and the geist could adjust his soul fluctuations to hundreds of different frequencies at any time if he wanted to.

"One last question," the ninth-order mage asked after ten minutes, "Did you hurt, or attempted to harm, or conspired to harm Prince Kohler?"

Before Rhaegar could answer this question, he suddenly felt an extremely hidden force that did not belong to the magic circle come to him. This is a purely spiritual power, but it is far more perceptive than that magic circle, and even the geist has almost been exposed in front of this force, and if it is not for the timely detection of its existence and the prompt and appropriate response, his true colors are likely to be revealed.

The appearance of this power surprised Rhaegar and brought him a surprise, the same feeling as when he first came to the City of Miracles, it was the power from his soul fragment, and this time, he could unmistakably determine the identity of the owner of the fragment - except for the owner here, no one can hide the perception of many mages in the **** master tower full of magic traps and barriers.

Trying his best to maintain the fluctuations of his soul at the level of an ordinary person, in order to avoid being discovered by the fragments, Rhaegar calmly answered the question posed by the mage: "No. ”

The two forces that wrapped around his body suddenly disappeared, and the magic circle lit up with a yellow light at this moment, and the mage's euphoric voice sounded at the same moment: "Congratulations, you have finally confirmed your innocence. ”

The good news of the day didn't stop there, shortly after Rhaegar passed the test, the geist who returned to his lodgings was informed that Khloe had been lifted from the curse and was now waiting to see him.

"I must thank you," said the Prince, who had regained his senses but was still weak, to Rhaegar as he lay on his bed, "and you saved my life, and more than once. ”

"I'm just delivering on my promises. "Anyway, you're safe now, I suggest you stay here or the palace for the time being," his eyes twitched with a trapper's unique light, "I'll take advantage of this time to get rid of the monsters in your territory." ”