Although the guardian represents responsibility, it is not without benefits, at least Yarman can obtain the name of the master of the book of ten thousand laws, in addition to his own talent and hard work, his senior brother has also helped a lot, if there is no "just right" potion manufacturing task, I am afraid that it will be difficult for Yarman to stand out among the heavenly pride, and then come from behind, and finally advance to the legend, and establish the status of the master.

During this time, there have been people pushing a few young mages openly and secretly, if it weren't for the fact that they were in the elite group, I'm afraid they would have made a fuss by now, but even so, they still show their faces on various occasions from time to time, and the meaning is obvious that they are here for that position.

Before, it didn't matter if Yarman couldn't find a suitable successor, anyway, this senior brother of his was still in the prime of life, and there were still more than fifty years before the tenure of the century, which was enough for them to search slowly.

Even if they can't find it in the end, they won't have much of a mind, after all, the position of guardian is not their exclusive position.

But since fate sent Morey to them, they are sorry for such a good opportunity if they don't fight.

It just so happened that they also learned that those "Tianjiao" were planning to do something at the graduation ceremony, how could they bear it, so they naturally wanted to release Morey to mess up the affairs of those people.

The Book of Ten Thousand Laws.

"Lancelot, this mage castle of yours is so cool!"

On a quaint mage tower, a middle-aged six-star mage leaned on the balcony with a glass of red wine that all mages respected, and secretly sent autumn waves to the beautiful female mage who came to serve from time to time.

"Not to mention anything else, you dare to open such an open-air balcony in your father's mage tower, it's so much to my liking!"

The vast garden below, the hedged gardener, and even a huge fountain would have considered him back to the temperate southern realm if it weren't for the fact that the terrace was slightly higher than his castle in the south.

"Forget it, Ambrose, my mage tower doesn't dare to compare to that fantasy castle of yours!"

This man's full name is Ambrose. The legendary mage of Conant, who is 120 years old this year, but has a good look, looks like a middle-aged man in his 40s, has been romantic since he was a child, and even after becoming a legendary mage, he does not know how to converge, although he has converged in the Book of Ten Thousand Laws, but in his hometown, he has built a huge harem, collected countless girls, young women are full of them, and it is also called Dream Castle.

If it weren't for the fact that he had never used force, this would have been the death model of an evil mage.

But even so, his reputation has always been bad among mainstream mages, and only Lancelot can occasionally talk to him.

Of course, Ambrose also knew about Lancelot, a general friend. Master Krezer, this time he personally invited himself to his mage tower must have other plans, otherwise the current head of the dignified Krazer family, why would he look for himself as a notorious playboy.

"I'm just making a fuss in my own house, how dare I transform the old Lord Kraser's mage tower into a castle like you!"

After saying that, Ambrose cautiously glanced at it with his peripheral vision, and sure enough, he saw a fleeting hint of anger on the face of the Lancelot master.

Sure enough, as rumored, this Master Lancelot is unwilling to live in the shadow of his father, the legendary mage who has served as the only guardian of the Krazer family, so he has been trying to cut with him.

Including the transformation of this quaint mage tower into such a strange appearance, it is all the product of this naïve thought.

"Do you know what is the hottest and most interesting place in the Book of Ten Thousand Laws recently?"

Lancelot seemed to be asking an irrelevant question.

"Really?"

As soon as he said to play, Ambrose's eyes lit up, and he left all those thoughts behind.

"Ohs City!"

"Ohs City?"

Ambrose desperately recalled it in his mind, and then he remembered that the city was formed by the descendants of a deceased legendary mage in the organization, and it seemed to have some fame among low-level mages, and it was a relatively popular trial location.

Thinking of this, Ambrose looked at Lancelot with a strange expression, did this boy think that playing adventure games with goblins and kobolds, or at most ogres and the like, would be better than living in the Mage Tower?

I can't be as vocal as I am in the south, but I have moved an entire wine cellar from the south, and enjoying the beautiful night view while drinking wine is much more enjoyable than eating half-cooked barbecue around a campfire.

Besides, although the city of Ohs has some connection with the Book of Ten Thousand Laws, it is a bit hasty to count the city of Ohs as the Book of Ten Thousand Laws!

Just looking at Ambrose's suspicious look, Lancelot knew that he didn't know the secret, so he explained:

"It seems that you still don't know that the previous lord of Ohs City was killed by the backlash because of the hidden fate tablet, and now Ohs City has completely returned to the control of the Book of Ten Thousand Laws."

"Oh? And here's the thing! ”

Ambrose can be regarded as not hearing anything outside the window, and there are not many people in contact with him because of his poor character, and this boiling thing that has been spread in the upper echelons has only now learned from Lancelot's mouth.

"Of course it's true, and now Ohs City is now rebuilt, focusing on entertainment consumption, and in just over a month, it is now a hot entertainment city in central China!"

Ambrose was immediately moved when he heard this, a famous entertainment city on the mainland was much more fun than his own castle that entertained himself.

Although he couldn't wait to see it now, he knew that this Lancelot master must have a plan to talk so much, so he patiently listened to the drama behind.

"This city of daily progress is temporarily handed over to Morey, a disciple of Yarman. Faist governs, and not only that, but at the insistence of Yarman, this year-old student will also take the graduation exam this year! ”

"Do you think they're going too far?"

Lancelot asked softly with some distress, as if he was really a little tired of seeing the bullying of some juniors.

But he doesn't say how the ruined city was before it was handed over to Morey, and the reputation of Ohus City as a city of entertainment was also masterminded by his men.

But Ambrose didn't pay attention to all this, all he knew was that this Lancelot threw a bait and asked him to take a position.

"Young man! It's not impossible to give more burdens, but you also have to do what you can! ”

Ambrose drank all the wine in his hand, and shook his head without looking at Lancelot next to him.

"Exactly, it's a pity that Master Yarman is still a little anxious."

Lancelot smiled and left the wicker chair where he had been sitting, picked up a bottle of red wine on the coffee table with ice cubes, and poured Ambrose another half a glass himself.

"Taste, Pino, who just arrived this year!"

"Hehe, then you're welcome!"