Freswalker Manor - It takes about half a day to get there from the Ebotden West Gate. Unlike the slightly crowded, dirty, and even somewhat dilapidated southern part of the city, the www.biquge.info is surrounded by a landscape similar to many of the countryside of Lothair, with shade of trees and a quietly flowing river not far away.

It is said that there are many ancestral homes and estates of wealthy people in the vicinity, and although Ebolden is one of the best cities in the empire, not everyone is keen on the hustle and bustle of city life.

This is especially true for wizards who are keen on research and have a great lack of social activity - Robert Freswalk, whom Loren is visiting, is one of them.

Member of the "Free Council" of Ebolden, one of the twelve elders of the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower, and the patriarch of the Freiswalker family...... Then, it is said that he was also a mentor to Abbot Peter.

This master specializes in occultism and spells, and Dean Peter and Mentor Dalton are in a similar situation, considering that they specialize in spells, they can barely be considered Master Freiswalker... Great-grandchildren.

Although he had already sighed once, when he heard this, Loren couldn't help but sigh, the circle of the wizarding world is really small, even if you just go out, you can meet this kind of "great-grandfather" who is scared to death.

Although it was not a lavish manor, Loren remained as respectful and humble as possible, turned over and dismounted in front of the gate of the manor, and handed the "invitation" to the servant outside the door.

After waiting patiently for two quarters of an hour, the servant of the briefing finally turned back and led him into the main building of the manor, a place that resembled a library tower.

Entering the main building, Loren realized that it was a small library tower - both the side of the staircase and the surrounding walls had been converted into bookshelves, filled with all kinds of books of all sizes without leaving gaps, and even the air was filled with a strong smell of parchment and ink.

Not only that, even if he was just walking in the stairs, he could clearly feel the remnants of the void power contained in the air, which was so intense that this master probably had conducted high-level magic experiments here every day.

It was a wise decision not to bring Asrael with him.

Led by the servants, the black-haired wizard came to the door of the third floor, which looked like the master's private room. Knocking lightly on the door, the respectful servant bowed his chin and said, "Lord Robert Freiswalker, the guest is here." ”

There was no answer, just a few crisp taps in the room, like the sound of a pipe. The servant who had passed by then opened the door and made a gesture of invitation to Loren: "You may go in." ”

What is this, some kind of special signal?

Glancing at the servant, Loren glanced inside the door before moving inside.

The room wasn't spacious, but it was a perfect occult laboratory—a corner full of books, a variety of bronze and silver props and equipment, a circular platform for meditation, and ...... Absolutely silent silent wall.

For occult wizards, there is probably nothing more important than silence.

"Best regards to you, in the ...... of Lower Ain Land"

"Come on, I've got that time here to listen to you lie, I might as well read a few more books. Standing in front of Loren was a short, thin old man, dressed in a fat wizard's robe that looked rather ridiculous on him, and the few gray hairs left on the top of his head "shone in the face".

With a large abrupt head, vibrant, but already yellowish eyes, and a messy beard, this is Robert Freswalk, the master of spells and occultism of the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower.

The old man held a beautiful sepiolite pipe in his right hand, smoking "ba-da-da-da", and his yellowed eyes were constantly looking up and down at Loren, who was standing respectfully in front of him, as if he was looking at the quality of a certain work.

"Peter's student, I know who you are, so I don't have to talk nonsense, I don't have a few days to live when I'm my age. Master Robert Freiswalker, who tilted his head, was full of anger: "So I'll be succinct.

You want to pass the test in three days and get the qualification recognized by the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower, and I'm one of your three certifiers, but I have a very troublesome research to do in three days, so let's do it today!"

"Today?!"

"Why, do you have an opinion?" said the old man's expression was very unhappy—though Loren hadn't seen him smile since he had entered the door.

"No, I'm just a little confused. Of course, Loren couldn't admit it, and asked with a smile, "The test doesn't require three wizards to ...... at the same time."

"Three, how can you use three?!" Master Freswalker snorted coldly: "I said that you passed, you are qualified, if I say that you did not pass, then it is useless for anyone to speak!"

This is a rather arrogant, and very authoritative old man in the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower, and has a certain amount of real power. Loren nodded slightly, confirming his initial suspicions.

"I owe the Corona family a great favor, considering that you are a student of Peter, barely a quarter of an Ebolden wizard, so I promised them to give you this opportunity - whatever trick you are going to do in three days, you have to conjure it for me now, do you want to give you a few minutes to prepare?" Fress Walker glared at him, "Click, Click, Click" smoking his pipe.

Loren felt that he might finally understand what was going on.

From the beginning, the Freswalker master had no intention of passing the test, or had some kind of intention to make it difficult for himself - which was also in keeping with the xenophobic nature of the wizards of Ebolden, who always despised wizards from outside.

But in contrast, because of Abbot Peter's connections, he had somewhat redeemed some "points" for himself—in other words, he had given Freiswalker a reason to let himself pass, and he was barely considered a member of Ebotden, like a distant cousin of some large family.

Of course, the most important thing is still the Corona family standing behind it, the black-haired wizard really doesn't know what kind of calculation this family has been showing favor to him since he came to Ebolden?

The more they showed affection, the more they made Loren feel jealous - the other party showed their strength almost unabashedly, and could even blackmail Freswalk, one of the twelve patriarchs of the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower.

What's even more terrifying is that all the people who take the initiative to stand up to help now are actually people who have a relationship with themselves, and it is obvious that the other party has made their identity and origin very clear.

What exactly are they going to do?

"What are you doing there, I don't have time to spend it with you!"

Master Freswalk, who noticed that the black-haired wizard was "distracted", was very dissatisfied, and became more and more impatient, and the sound of his pipe became louder and louder: "For Peter's sake, I can give you five minutes!"

Peter's "good boy"...... Loren's right eye jumped, and I am afraid that in this person's eyes, he is at best an infant wizard.

After thinking for a moment, Loren quickly guessed the other party's intentions, as well as the capital in his own hands. A minute later, the black-haired wizard, who was originally a little overwhelmed, had a confident smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Master Freswalker, can you tell me what that research is that you don't have time for?"

"Huh?" the old man looked at Loren with a very distrustful gaze, his eyes full of sarcasm: "If I tell you, you won't say that you have a way to solve it, right?"

There are quite a few apprentices I've taken who have used this kind of cleverness, but I'll be clear, I can't tolerate cleverness here - if you can't solve it, and you can't come up with any tricks that can prove your skill, you'll have to fuck off!"

"I've always had a lot of confidence in myself, Master Freswalk. Loren bowed humbly, with a faint smile on his face: "Please give me a chance." ”

"Don't blame me for not warning you!" the old man tilted his eyes, turned around and paced with his hands behind his back: "This is a conjecture put forward by an apprentice named Isaac Grantham, although it is ridiculous, but I find it particularly interesting......"

Hearing that name, the smile on Loren's face immediately collapsed.