The monthly tax is a system established by the Supreme Council of Wizards, and all the gold, materials, and supplies collected must be placed in the storehouse truthfully. The other party naturally didn't dare to fight this idea, but the extra "dedication" of the group of people below in order to please the upper echelons was another matter.

It is already a consensus that everyone can enjoy this hidden benefit for all the envoys sent down from the top.

"I really don't." Richard replied calmly, "Because I rejected them all." ”

He certainly wasn't lying. But the yellow-haired young man clearly didn't believe it, his eyebrows raised, and anger loomed on his face.

There is a huge gap in the power that wizards can control every time they cross a rank; And in the magic tower, there is a strict hierarchy of strength supremacy, and it is common sense that those who are subordinate must respectfully obey the words of those who are superior.

"How bold you are, Mr. Abraham, am I underestimating you? Just an apprentice ......"

Richard noticed a change in the flow of air around him. The other party is a level 4 wizard, and he is fully capable of turning him into a charcoal in an instant. It's just that he really plans to do it at the top level without applying?

"What are you doing, Reed?"

Just when the situation was rapidly turning in a sinister direction, the voices of others came from behind them.

Richard turned his head and felt a light in his eyes—it wasn't just a description, for there was a young woman standing in front of them who shone like gold. She was about her own age, her long blond hair flowing from her shoulders, and her wizard's robes were a red symbol of passion.

She was looking coldly at him, Reed Joyce, to be exact.

"It turned out to be Miss Villette."

The yellow-haired man collected the expression on his face and replied with a smile.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Don't get in trouble."

The blonde girl replied succinctly.

"Trouble, you say? Is it referring to him? ”

Reed smiled nonchalantly.

"If you want to deal with someone else, apply for a wizard duel."

"Do you think this coward will say yes?"

"That's not a reason for you to do it at the door of the ladder."

"I think you know very well that he doesn't deserve to be here." Reed shrugged, "Or would you rather be with this kind of waste?" This is an insult to us, and if Mr. Abraham had known each other, he should have taken the opportunity of the monthly tax to go back to the first floor and live with the rats in the gutter. ”

"He was brought by Lord Rasputchin." Miss Villelet said, "No one has disputed that. Or are you questioning a wizarding leader's decision? ”

Reed Joyce glanced at him. After a while, he waved his hand at the blonde girl in the distance, and without saying a word, he turned away and returned to his companions.

Looks like the problem is solved?

Richard scratched the back of his head. He also had to rush to hand over his suitcase. But before that, out of politeness, I still have to thank the girl who helped him out of the siege.

"Thank you, Little ...... Villette"

Before Richard could finish his sentence, the witch had already hurried past him.

*

After Richard left the ladder, he quickened his pace and walked towards his destination.

The top floor of the tower is a huge circle, and the road in the middle is flat, wide, and straight, and when it is built to be connected, it happens to be in the shape of a five-pointed star.

In the occult, the pentagram means "staggered birth", symbolizing the universe where people meet, and at the same time has a strong protective power and the effect of sealing demons. At the five vertices of the pentagram, there are buildings of different styles but equally large scales.

This is the city of Steppenwolf, with five stately buildings symbolizing the five wizarding leaders who dominate the Tower.

The building Richard was heading to in the southwest corner, and was owned by Novich Raspuchin, a legendary wizard in the psychic realm, who was also his teacher.

Of course, the so-called "teacher" was only nominal, Rasputin never taught him, but only brought him to this tower from the outside world.

The teacher-student relationship in the wizarding world is to some extent the same as the master-servant relationship. Magical knowledge is incredibly precious, and the way it is passed down from one generation to the next is often secretive, and it is impossible to share it with others for no reason. In return, students are expected to serve their teachers with dedication while receiving instruction.

This is even more true for Richard. If it weren't for the name of "Novich Rasputchin" sheltering him, he would never have survived in the Magic Tower until now. Even though he hadn't seen each other in nearly half a year, and the powerful wizard had probably forgotten about his existence, Richard was still grateful.

A few hours later, he came to the palace of Raspuchin. This is a majestic building built in imitation of the temple of an ancient desert country according to the owner's preference, with three gates on the left, middle and right. All three doors were closed, and he stepped through the small door that opened on the side. My room is right next to the hallway.

*

I don't know how long it took.

The gloomy canopy seemed to be within reach of the overhead, and the dark clouds were pressing down heavily. The icy rain slapped mercilessly on his cheeks exposed to the air. His eyelids moved slightly. Stimulated by the bone-chilling chill and a slight sensation of pain, the young man opened his confused eyes.

Here it is...... Where?

The body is only left with instinct, and the brain is in chaos. Even so, he slowly noticed the status quo...... His whole body seemed to be frozen in cement and he couldn't move, and only his eyes could move!

This frightened the youth. He struggled and tried to get out of the situation, but it was all to no avail. He could barely feel his hands and feet. The young man rolled his eyes desperately, and finally learned from the surrounding environment that he was lying under the dirt, only his face was exposed. The body seems to be encased in some kind of container, completely imprisoned.

Won't it ...... Am I in a coffin now?!

This terrible thought flashed through the young man's mind, like thunder in the sky that pierced the night.

He could barely breathe now, but the cold, heavy feeling in his chest made him realize that his life was slipping. But he didn't have the strength to break free, and he could only count on others to save him.

Nearby, however, is a large area of barren grass. The vision is submerged in the endless darkness of the wind and rain, and it can only be judged that this is a place far away from the city and people, a wilderness.

No one will come to save themselves at all......

When the young man realized this, a sense of despair instantly spread in his heart.

Did he just wake up and die?