Richard originally thought that when the ceremony was over, the spring hunt would begin; But this is not the case. After that, all the people gathered near the observation deck in the style of the Colosseum-like building left.

He later noticed that it wasn't until the sun set and dusk that the ladder system actually worked.

In order to get to the ground, the final concentration of the spring hunting team is at the bottom floor.

……

Towards the end of the night, it was raining coldly.

This is Richard's third time here.

The lowest level of the Black Tower is barely shielded or protected, so whether it is wind or sun, lightning and thunder, rain or snow, the people who live here need to be as prepared as the people on land.

Tonight is hunting time, and the Wizard's Tower will fly much lower than usual.

The two teachers and students, who had changed into rainproof cloaks, left the small shop where they had temporarily settled and went to the gathering place. It is located in the southwest corner of the city and has a huge spiral staircase.

One by one, the people passing by craned their shoulders and quickened their pace to avoid being caught in the rain, walking under the countless eaves and chimneys that "grew" unevenly on both sides.

The boots made small splashes on the uneven bluestone floor, and the cold water flowing down from the ridge of the roof crackled and fell like beads with broken threads close at hand, and the moist water vapor continued to penetrate into the inner lining.

I don't know when the only sound of rain echoes in my ears.

After leaving the main street, the two of them soon saw the massive building that stood at the end of the Black Tower. The monstrous corner of the spiral staircase stabbed into the dark night.

It was like a crouching giant, its back bulging high, looking aimlessly down the tiny human as it walked through the street in front of it.

At this time, a large number of people had gathered under the high-rise building. They stood in twos and threes, all silent, each wearing the same dark cloak as the teacher and student.

The atmosphere is completely different from before -

Richard and Villette made their way through the crowd. As he passed through the crowd, Richard could even feel the cold or malicious glances coming from under his hood.

……

The old wizard with the crystal ball in his hand stood in the room at the top of the tower, quietly overlooking the group.

His expression was extremely strange, half smiling, half like the corpse of a dead man, stiff to the point of expressionlessness, and looking very penetrating.

The parrot flapped its wings in the birdcage next to the table, making a manic, high-pitched sound.

……

Richard suddenly felt a chill in his body, as if he was being stared at by something.

"Miss Real Name, do you feel anything?"

He touched his neck and asked in his head.

"I just think ......"

The dark-haired girl hovered above him like a drone.

"This is the first long trip to the Mayan world for the Chief. Please cheer up and enjoy. ”

That's true.

He shook his head.

Although it is a "different world", the days are always spent in the tower. I didn't expect that after a year, I really lived a life like a time-traveler......

Standing in the crowd, he felt complacent for a while.

After pausing for a moment in the crowd, Richard suddenly noticed a slight commotion coming from his side.

"Here we are."

Willett whispered.

The commotion quickly subsided. Richard, like everyone else around him, looked up at the spiral staircase. The cold rain was swept up by the wind and slapped on the face. The dark clouds lay low overhead, drowning the world in inky darkness.

The sun was shining during the day, but now it was like before the end came.

Then, he saw the figure on the side of the staircase. There were three of them, all dressed in wizards' robes that symbolized status and glory. They were members of the "Wizarding Life Management Committee", and they were usually old wizards who had left the school and were in semi-retirement.

Their robes hung softly to the ground, and the wind and rain could not get close to them. One of them raised his palm, and a terrifying "rumbling" sound suddenly came from the depths of the huge building, even louder than the thunder in the sky.

One side of the spiral staircase is opened to reveal an open space.

The hunting queue began to enter the elevator one after another.

From afar, it looks like a procession of ants migrating from one cave to another...

No one spoke, no one guided, and all the people gathered walked towards it in unison. A bustling crowd poured into a cube surrounded by metal.

Richard felt that it was more like a collective cage.

After everyone entered, the door of the cage slowly closed again. He looked through the crevices that narrowed to the floor of the spiral staircase, where there was no one left.

*

"Please be ready, teacher......"

It didn't make sense, but the witch dutifully reminded him in his ear.

In the next moment, a huge sense of weightlessness firmly grasped people's bodies.

Everyone's feet are off the ground – just look down and you'll see that you're literally starting to float in the air.

"Boom!"

Seconds later, the roar of the crash shook people's eardrums, and the steel ground beneath their feet rose and fell like ocean waves.

Richard stood there, unmoving.

He couldn't help but think of what happened to him when he was an apprentice and rode the ladder. Most of the people in the cage were low-level wizards like him, staggering and dizzy. He was lying on the ground, supporting his weight with his hands, trying hard to suppress the nausea in his stomach.

Until then, Richard was curious about how the Blacktower was going to get people to the surface; Is it some kind of landing-style vehicle? Or is it a ladder that needs to be climbed?

And the real answer: the people of the Black Tower will stuff them all into a cage and drop them straight from the air. Whether it is the hovering height of the Black Tower or the protective spell applied to the steel cage, it basically stays at the point where "it just won't make an adult break his neck" after calculation, and the rest is all up to personal ability.

Because not only the inhabitants of the top floor, but also the wizards of other floors will regularly go to the surface through the ladder - they are certainly not qualified to participate in the "hunting hour" for the purpose of training, but to collect materials for the magic tower, which is an obligation to fulfill.

They also wore a bracelet on their hands, the only piece of equipment distributed by the Black Tower, and was shared by every inhabitant, engraved with spells from the spell school. It can be used to distinguish friend from foe and provide a location.

In addition, the bracelet can also record the exploits and contributions of the residents, indicate their status and rank, and detect life activities to determine whether the wearer is still alive. Of course, the most critical role is to limit and monitor: in order to prevent some people from escaping while heading to the ground without handing in enough supplies and materials, the bracelet must be open.

As with almost all measures in the Black Tower, the restrictive effect of the thing is inversely proportional to the rank of the wearer.

For the residents of the top floor who ride the ladder at this time, it is more like a simple and convenient tool than a restriction, and it can even be worn without it.

……

"The door opened."

In the crowd, someone whispered.