It's back.

Richard looked up at the Iron Throne, which glowed with a cold sheen and grew among the thorns.

This scene seems to come from an oil painting that has been passed down for thousands of years, and it depicts an eternal scene.

If you are a regular Magic Tower Wizard, you must enter from the lowest floor after returning, and only after being inspected by the Life Management Committee and completing the relevant procedures can you be allowed to use the ladder to return to your corresponding floor.

Of course, as the "leader of wizards", Richard was naturally privileged, just as Evelyn Illiktra had descended from the sky on the day of the fireside meeting, riding a demonic eagle that he had modified himself, and he landed from the top floor with two young women, directly in front of the imitation "pyramid" building, that is, the Rasputin school.

Along the way, no one even noticed their arrival, except for a few legends who had the ability to monitor the entire tower.

Compared with other floors, the top floor, where high-level and elite students from various universities are gathered, is already sparsely populated Richard is back this time, and there is not even half a ghost on the street.

Everyone either went back to their respective residences or nestled in the lab or library.

Richard knew the reasoning behind this.

The tension that had been maintained in the magic tower for several years had intensified, and finally reached its peak in recent days, as if the tight bowstring had been stretched to the limit.

This is a time when the storm is about to turn into a large-scale conflict.

In this case, if you don't want to be a bird or a fuse, you can only stay in a fixed residence and don't go out, and you have the ability and desire to provoke a dispute, you should be staying in your own place now, and you should be in full swing in the plot.

He led the students and knights to his house. The bronze gate received the master's instructions, and it opened silently and automatically to both sides, like a huge floating ghost.

After entering the hall, everywhere you look, there are bronze reliefs, sharp and sharp.

Richard had complained about the cold, hard bed in his room, but after he had been away for a while, he found that he actually missed it.

"Is this where the Lord lives?"

Joan has been looking around since the moment she stepped into the pyramid.

She was amazed by the shape of the pyramids in the entire academy, and quickly recognized that it was modeled after the architectural style of a pagan country, and when the three of them walked through the mirrored corridor in the middle of the top floor, she exclaimed, "It's you, it's really tasteful."

When the knightess reached the hall, she naturally changed her outfit and threw her coat and cloak aside, revealing her pretty face and bright red hair

At that moment, even the cold and solemn gray hall seemed to become brighter.

Violet, by contrast, has always been calm, focusing more on the people she encounters as she passes by, their demeanor and demeanor are slightly different from what they used to be.

This is due not only to the fact that everything in front of her is a commonplace for witches, but also because of her serious nature.

"Teacher, the situation on the tower is not optimistic."

The blonde girl approached from behind and stood side by side with her teacher. She was probably afraid of disturbing the teacher who was staring at the Iron Throne, so she deliberately kept her voice low in such a private setting.

"According to the reports I have received, the situation is intensifying faster than expected, and it is likely that in the next few days, the civil war will officially begin."

"I think it's because Longman Hall is secretly stirring things up. He's always wanted to speed up the confrontation between the two sides, and while it's unclear where the poem has gone, Mr. Hall seems to be impatient, and he's contacted you several times in the past three days. ”

"Hmm."

Richard bowed slightly.

"Mariengrin's power and influence are deeply ingrained in the Tower. The longer it drags on, the stronger the side with a strong foundation will be, so that guy will definitely want to be able to split the winner as soon as possible."

"It seems that we need to prepare as early as possible."

Qiong'an, who was wandering around the hall, quickly lost interest in the seemingly spacious, but in fact the boring and cold hall with the same decoration, and took the initiative to turn her face over.

"But the most important thing right now is to arrange my accommodation, right?"

Wellett, who had been interrupted by the other party's precious communication time with the teacher, frowned imperceptibly, and her tone became rather cold.

"Is this an important thing? Rest assured, Miss Borgia. The interior of the Great Temple is spacious. I will arrange it for you in time, don't bother the teacher with him"

"Well, you're mistaken, Miss Edward."

"What?"

"I ask you, what is the most important goal of the Lord Monarch right now?"

Joan held her hands to her chest in a leisurely manner.

"To achieve victory in the civil war."

Before answering, Villelet also stole a glance at Richard's side face.

And take this opportunity to reach the pinnacle of the power of the magic tower.

Although Richard did not take the initiative to take the matter into his mouth, he never hid his goals. Others can guess if they stay on their own for a long time.

"Not bad. And what are the key factors that will determine the outcome of this war? ”

"A battle between legends and legends."

"Who is the hero of this fight?"

"The teacher himself, of course."

The witch replied without hesitation.

The battles between schools and organizations, groups and conferences, can only affect the "momentum", and the number of battles between the true legendary wizards is meaningless.

"yes. As long as any wizard leader wins a duel, everything will fall into place, and I think everyone knows that. ”

"As hard as it is to weaken a legend's abilities through sneak attacks or other underprivileged means, there are people who will try to do it. No matter how much sacrifice is made, as long as you can pull the balance of victory in one direction a little bit, you can call it a victory. ”

She pointed to herself.

"Miss Edward, your teacher invited me here for this reason. Even if you don't have to think about the others, you have to think about whether those Steppenwolves at the same level as the Lord Monarch will come up with something to press the bottom of the box. ”

Having said that, Villerite naturally wouldn't fail to understand what Joan meant.

"Teacher, is that so?"

Richard did not answer.

"I see."

There was no loss or dissatisfaction on Willett's face, just as serious as ever. The witch bowed slightly to the knightess.

"I'll take care of your intelligence blockade. In the meantime, the teacher's safety is up to you, Miss Borgia. ”