Coming out of Stormstorm, Diego did not immediately "hire a court etiquette teacher" as Duke Berval requested, to be honest, in this world, if you want to live a nourishing life, etiquette has never been the most important thing - in the eyes of the senate nobles, even an army commander like Windsor is a vulgar warrior.

He immediately took the document and went straight to the mage quarters.

Heading west from the Gilded Rose Inn, across a bridge that spans the canal, which stretches for miles and separats the various districts of Stormwind, Diego arrives at the entrance to the Mage Quarter. The walls above the arch hang a purple banner with a golden book motif, the insignia of the court mages of Stormwind.

The roofs in the mage quarter are mostly purple - it's interesting to see that the roofs in Stormwind aren't uniform. In fact, at the beginning of the design of the new Stormwind, the colors of each district were differentiated. The roofs of the trading area are blue, the church area is yellow, the old town is rust red, and the dwarven area is a variety of shades of gray-black, which may have something to do with the smoke-filled furnaces and braziers of the dwarves, and the garden area is a pretty violet.

The mage district is adjacent to the Stormwind prison, and many people speculate that this is so that if there is a riot in the prison, the court mages can suppress it forcefully as soon as possible.

Most of the shops here are for mages, including alchemy material shops, robe shops, wand shops, magic fireworks shops, and antique shops. There is also a spell material shop that provides cheap spellcasting materials for mage apprentices, with goods ranging from fish oil, magic powder, corpse dust, and light feathers to undead rot, hellstone, and shiny fish scales.

When I'm tired of studying spells. Mages can also head to the Blue Hermit Bar for a few drinks and a change of brains. This bar does not offer accommodation. So it's not so noisy, which is exactly what mages like to be quiet. The spacious lobby is not as crowded as the cheap taverns that serve mercenaries or sailors. The distance between the tables and chairs is very long, and here, you can talk to your friends without worrying about revealing the secret of the spell.

Diego walked through the arch and down the slowly uphill street. These streets are not as wide as the church district, nor as straight as the other districts, they always bend forward from narrow streets. If you look down from the sky, you can see that the houses in the mage area are arranged like rings or semicircles, full of mysteries like magic circles. It's full of greenery. The gravel road is lined with lawns on both sides, and the streets are as quiet as forests, and there is no noise of being in the city at all.

Diego finally stopped in front of a towering minaret. He raised his head and looked up at the majestic tower, which had no door, only a slowly upward stone path that stretched upwards around the stone tower, and it was striking that the path had no contact with the tower and no pillars underneath it. Just like that, it completely suspended in the air and spun upwards, leading to the sky.

Standing in front of this magical creation, Diego swallowed hard.

This majestic tower is a temple to the mages, a school for them to learn the arcane. For a long time. The academy was considered the best school of magic and magic outside of Dalaran, but was later destroyed at the hands of the orcs during the Orc War. However, it was rebuilt with Stormwind after the end of the war. It is said that the tower is full of mages, and some say that those who disagree with them have little to no say in it. But before the destroyed Dalaran could be rebuilt. As the only existing magic school in the Eastern Kingdoms Continent, few people dared to complain publicly.

That's when it happened. Diego heard someone around him talking.

"How can I help you?"

Diego hurriedly turned around and saw a middle-aged man dressed as a mage. He was dressed in a black robe. Covered with a red smock. The man had gray hair and was somewhat bald, and carried a staff with a ruby at the top.

"Salute to you, Your Excellency!" Diego hurriedly saluted, just as jackals are not all stupid, there are also some mages who are not so arrogant and arrogant, and the ** master in front of him is one of the representatives. This easy-going ** teacher always likes to wander around this mage temple and chat with any visitor who comes here. His interest seems to be more focused on communicating with ordinary people than on spell research, but in reality, this ** master is very powerful and shows no mercy to those who dare to offend the Storm Kingdom. However, for those mage apprentices who want to learn more about the mysteries of spells, this is also a master who is more than willing to answer their questions.

"Oh, you've heard of me?" Marin asked with interest.

"I've heard of you, and in fact, more than one of the low-ranking mages has told me about your deeds, and they all can't thank you enough for your selfless guidance." Diego said nonsense, in fact, the deeds about this ** master came from the memories of his previous life. He hadn't come into contact with a few mages since he had crossed over - one of them was chasing them to the dead and alive.

"Oh, then, what are you doing, young hunter?" **The teacher said kindly.

"Your Excellency the Lord Regent sent me here to ask for help." Diego said succinctly. He knew that while some mages were always chattering, that didn't mean they liked their interlocutors too. He took the edict out of his pocket and handed it over.

"Oh, Boval? Duke Vortagen, is he okay? The ** master took the sealed letter, did not open it, but just looked at the inscription and seal on the envelope a few times, and then casually held it in his hand and walked towards the spiral staircase that surrounded the mage tower.

Looking at his careless movements, it seemed as if a random gust of wind could blow the letter away from his hand. Diego felt his heart pound. This letter is about his exclusive weapon, and he can't be careless.

"Follow me, young man." The division turned his head, looked at the hunter's tangled expression, and said jokingly. He tossed the letter in his hand and threw it out.

But before Diego could scream and pounce, the letter fluttered back again, fluttering up and down around him like a butterfly.

"Oh, shit!" Diego clutched his pounding heart and cursed secretly. He let out a long breath, followed behind the ** division, and walked up.

This magical staircase ends in the middle of the Mage's Tower, where a pointed arch opens into the tower's wall. Walking into the arches, what appears to them is an oval portal that rotates and flows like mercury. This portal connects to another plane, through which Diego sees the corrupted, blood-red lands that belong exclusively to the Cursed Lands.

"Hey, Bright Fire, hello!" Marin said suddenly.

"Hello, Marlin, did you see anything unusual today?" A crisp female voice asked.

Diego was startled, and then he noticed that right next to the portal, there stood a female dwarf who was no more than his waist, she looked very delicate, and wore a towering bun on the top of her head, as if she was using this bun to make up for her lack of height. I have to say that this behavior seems a bit naïve, but in fact, this dwarf mage is very powerful, and if it weren't for this, the court mages would not have sent her to guard and maintain this portal.

There has always been a misconception in the minds of ordinary people in Azeroth: gnomes are an offshoot of the dwarves. In reality, however, the gnomes and the dwarves are not related by blood, they are a separate race, although their distant relatives in some planes are also called halflings. The simple and straightforward proof of the fact that gnomes have a disproportionate brain capacity to their bodies is that the percentage of spellcasters among gnomes, such as mages and warlocks, is much higher than that of other races, and that they are skilled in designing and crafting technological creations of all kinds. (To be continued......)