The wizards began to have a strong desire for Anvilia to bring down the Distorted Enchantment.

In their opinion, the reason why they were embarrassed by those optical streams must be because the space they could avoid was limited by the distorted enchantment. If there was enough room to dodge, they wouldn't be killed by the streams.

Moreover, now that the first and second towers have been destroyed, there is no point in holding on to the white tower, which is only a ruin.

Many wizards even realized that distorting the barrier would inevitably become an obstacle to their survival, even when the first wave of attacks arrived. In order for the Distorted Enchantment to play a protective rather than restrictive role, the first thing to ensure is that the inside of the Distorted Enchantment is absolutely harmless.

It's like putting a plague infected person in an underground shelter. The slightest disturbance that erupts in an absolutely confined space is a prelude to destruction.

But even if they were aware of it, it wouldn't help.

Ordinary wizards are not allowed to see Anvilia. And the wizards with higher authority had no chance of convincing Anvilia.

Talents such as the Alcoholic Chief, who have both authority and clear thinking, have been placed in the Fifth Tower by Anvilia and Scott.

Today's Fifth Tower is a treasure trove of movement. All of the undamaged important research materials, experimental data, and backups of the enchantment in the entire White Tower were transferred by Scott, in addition to the new generation of talents, including Ann Ruosi, and the old wizards with real talents.

In the unlikely event that the White Tower is truly in danger of irretrievable destruction, Merlin will randomly teleport the entire Fifth Tower to a safe place, and use the illusion enchantment to completely hide himself beforehand. This teleportation can be performed up to six times a month, and until the area near the drop point is determined to be safe enough, the Fifth Tower will never open its hidden barrier and will move every once in a while. Keep your location private.

Until Merlin was given the right to manage the land near the land.

There is no problem in buying a knighthood or buying land. In just one month, Merlin can fully unfold more than a dozen enchantments, such as the Old City Enchantment, the Beholder's Enchantment, and the Distorted Enchantment, and redefine the White Tower's sphere of influence.

So for Anviglia and Scott, the importance of the fifth tower is completely different from the other four.

The fifth tower is the future of the White Tower. Even if you avoid a fight and sit back and watch the destruction of the White Tower, you can't expose the existence of the Fifth Tower...... Anyway, if it's exposed, it's already impossible to win.

Up to now. Because the Fifth Tower, which has been hidden in the Hidden Enchantment, even if it looks inside the White Tower, it belongs to an urban legend-level existence. Even the existence of the fifth tower can not be determined, and those who can know the identity of the tower owner of the fifth tower can be said to belong to the decision-making level of the White Tower without exception.

"Scott, help me up."

Anvilia smiled softly as she looked at Scott's eyes with a soft glow.

Scott's stiff, cold countenance, like a dead corpse, finally melted.

But for the first time, he didn't obey Anvilia's words, but just knelt on the ground, and held Anvilia's hand tightly with both hands.

It is said to be tight, but strictly speaking, it can only be said that there is contact.

As if he was afraid that he would accidentally crush Anvilia's slender hand. Scott took Anvilia's hands and tried his best to control his strength, hoping not to put too much pressure on Anvilia's hands.

Anvilia was visibly stunned.

"Your Highness...... I am with you. ”

Scott looked into Anvilia's eyes and said with great seriousness, "It doesn't matter if you're dead. I don't care about anything, as long as you can ......"

“…… I know. ”

Anvilia interrupted what Scott didn't say.

She sighed invisibly, "Don't go on, okay, Scott." ”

“…… As you wish. ”

Scott's voice didn't tremble in the slightest, but Anvilia felt his hands cold for a moment.

And then Scott didn't seem to care. He lowered his hands from Anville's hands as if nothing had happened.

"Scott, if I'm gone. You have to protect Merlin's inheritance......"

"Nope."

Scott simply refused: "I am your knight." I will never die behind you. ”

"Scott ......"

"That's an insult to my personality...... Please say no more. ”

“…… All right. ”

Anvilia raised her head again, quietly looked at Scott's low-hanging disclosure, and agreed expressionlessly: "Then, Scott." I won't resurrect you again this time. ”

"As you wish."

"You can give me peace of mind to go to hell."

"As you wish."

Scott's face was unmoved. He just lowered his head and responded unconditionally to Anvilia's orders in an emotionless voice.

Suddenly, Anvilia leaned her upper body over. pressed his forehead against Scott's forehead.

Scott's body stiffened, then quickly recovered.

"Scott ......"

Anvilia uttered a faint, dreamy voice: "Can you protect me, my knight?" ”

At that moment, Scott's pupils dilated instantly.

He remembered when he first met Anvilia a thousand years ago.

Then. In King Lessar's back garden, Scott, who is only one meter tall, recites a nap in a huge winged tree surrounded by five people.

As a future sword wielder, Scott was no match for children his age, spending every day in hard training. He was wearing the scaled down brown tight-fitting leather armor of the Sword Protectors, and he carried a thin sword made from a child's body at his waist.

Although he heard that he was going to meet with the lord he would serve in the future, Scott did not bother to talk to a little kid who didn't understand anything. He didn't care that his father was looking for him in a hurry, but with the advantage of his small body, he completely hid his body in a sea of flowers that was enough to drown half of the adult body.

It wasn't his father's scabbard that woke Scott up, but a faint fragrance.

When Scott quietly opened his eyes, a beautiful girl about a head taller than himself was crouching beside him, looking at him curiously.

Her countenance is reminiscent of a lily. His long gilt hair, which had not yet reached his waist, was untied and wet with moisture on it. And her eyes were an amber color with a golden glow that impressed Scott.

"Who are you?"

Scott Jr. asked warily.

"I'm Anville, the princess of Lessar," Anvilia looked at Scott with a smile, "Are you my knight?" ”

“…… Make no mistake. I haven't agreed yet. ”

Scott's face was slightly red at that time, he tilted his head to the side, and said proudly in a rather confident and immature voice: "Lord Scott's will, no one can shake it!" ”

"Then you agree."

Anvilia squinted at her beautiful amber eyes, leaned her head over, and condescendingly pressed against Scott's forehead: "Can you protect me, my knight?" ”

…… Make no mistake, I haven't said yes yet.

But for some reason, smelling the fragrance of Anvilia's body, little Scott responded in a ghostly manner: "Then you will marry me." ”

When Anvilia heard this, she smiled distressedly: "This can't be done. If Lessar and Lesnar get married, those adults will be very distressed...... Can you protect me even if I can't marry you? ”

"Of course. I've already decided, it's your business to marry or not. ”

Scott didn't know where he got the courage at that time, and hugged Anville amid Anvilia's screams, and shouted at his father who ran towards him: "Master Scott's will, no one can shake it!" ”

…… Although he was beaten up by his father after that. But Scott never regretted his brave hug at the time.

The corners of Scott's mouth rose inexplicably.

After hundreds of years, the cold and ruthless face like a dead man finally gradually bloomed with a smile that was actually not very good: "Of course. Of course I will protect you. ”

"—my will, never wavering." (To be continued.) )