Billowing smoke puffed out of the mage tower gates.

The Tower Magic Pattern protects the Mage Tower itself, but it does not protect the things inside the Mage Tower, such as tables and chairs, or people.

Is, cloaked in a gray-black cloak, went backwards. The desperate mages inside may have seen him, but no one warned him of the dangers in the smoke like the male mage had done at the beginning.

They covered their mouths and noses with their robes that had been spelled with dust, and hurried away from Is. The staggered currents of air from both sides rolled up a new cloud of smoke and dust, and Iss disappeared from their sight.

……

Approaching the top floor of the Mage's Tower, Isis suddenly stopped.

There are also two living creatures on it.

One was undoubtedly the goal of his trip, while the other ......

"Damn it, what the hell went wrong! Ahem, Jill, Adams, Owen! Where are you all dead! ”

Ping-pong bells rang out, accompanied by a roar, and the sound of broken utensils was heard in the room.

It seems that the culprit who caused the explosion did not have the slightest sense of self-reflection, and even became more and more manic because of the failure of the experiment.

Perhaps fed up with the disturbing smoke, the man finally remembered to chant a spell.

A wave of air comparable to a sixth-level strong wind blew, and the entire top floor was suddenly cleared. And the people in the room finally noticed an uninvited guest outside the door.

"Who are you, who let you in!"

Charles. Robert looked at Iss coldly, he didn't know when the 'Queen' Mage Tower would become a place where everyone could come in and visit at will.

The person in front of him is obviously not even a mage, and a mage will not wear such a thing as a long sword.

He was either a stupid knight or, an even more stupid nobleman.

"While I still have the patience to talk to you, you'd better get out of here, or you'll ......"

"How much does that thing cost?" Iss interrupted him, pointing from under his cloak to something in the corner of the room.

"Hah!"

Charles laughed angrily, there were countless people who wanted to buy potions from him every year, and it was the first time he had seen such an impudent person.

"Wind Blade!"

At Charles's level, almost between his thoughts, a level 1 spell took shape. The thin blade of wind slashed at Iss's body at a speed of a hundred times faster than Mason's.

If the opponent is just an ordinary knight, then this blow is enough to destroy one of his arms.

If it is those nobles who wear defensive turtle shells all year round, hehe, then even if he is lucky, spend tens of thousands of gold coins to make his old Charles listen to it.

None of the above happened, though. The Wind Blade reverted to its purest form of wind elemental when it was half a meter away from Is, and it couldn't even blow a single corner of his clothes.

"Huh? Are you a mage? ”

And it's the archmage, Charles thought.

The minimum amount that can inflict this spell effect is a level 5 dismantling spell. If the other party can achieve the same instantaneous as him, it means that the person in front of him is likely not to be below him in terms of attack spells.

Thinking of this, although Charles was annoyed by the other party's uninvited, he put away his initial contempt.

He glanced at Isis a few times and said, "Life Elixir is 200 magic cores per milliliter, you can complain to the Truth Society, but today it is at this price." ”

The price of the Life Elixir in the Truth Society's internal guide is 100 magic cores, and Charles casually doubles it.

But if this thing were to be sold outside of the Heart of the Spell, it would start at 400 cores.

However, he clearly misunderstood the meaning of the aliens.

Iss didn't want to buy the mouthwashes that didn't mean anything to him (the life potion was blue), he wanted the half-elf he had locked up in the corner.

That's right, this time, a traveler from afar from Earth descended on a half-elf who was almost dead.

The half-elf was locked in a special cage by Charles.

The box was long and narrow, and the half-elves locked inside could not turn around, let alone move, and could only remain standing.

There were small openings in the front and back of the cage, and the only thing in the room that could match this size was the glass syringe that had just been smashed to the ground by Charles along with his utensils.

One of them, fortunately preserved, still had about 5 milliliters of blue liquid left in the well-preserved syringe, which was half-elf blood.

This explains why the half-elf in the cage appears to be extremely thin compared to the normal half-elf, as it has been drained of blood.

The blood was made into a life potion that Charles had just intended to sell him.

"How much does this half-elf cost?"

"What you want to buy is this dead half-elf?" Charles looked at Iss strangely: "What are you going to do with it?" ”

Isis did not answer, he repeated the question: "How much." ”

The dead half-elf was of no use to Charles, but to some freaks with special fetishes, the half-elf still looked delicate after death, so he rightfully raised his eyebrows and quoted a price that would be unaffordable for the archmage.

Ten thousand magic cores, and they must all be level 3 magic cores, which is almost the price that Charles bought for a living half-elf in the first place.

Is, of course, doesn't have so many magic cores.

If this is World One, then Old Charles will be his death day next year, but fortunately, this is World Three, and the unknown high-dimensional deterrence has saved his life.

Charles didn't know anything about it, and the corners of his mouth raised high: "Poor ghost, you can go." ”

He was going to tell the apprentices to chop up the half-elf and feed it to the dogs, and that was a good lad to help him bring back a lot of good things from Bato's Hell.

Instead of leaving, Iss walked towards Charles.

In the latter's wary and then puzzled gaze, he waved a piece of chalk and began to write and draw on the blackboard in the laboratory.

Charles recognized the first few formulas, as the exact same formulas were written on the left side of the board.

The realm of his pride was humiliated in front of him by a mage who didn't know where to fight, and Charles raised his staff in annoyance, but in the end, he didn't even send out a fireball spell.

"How is that possible! This temperature...... How could it be possible to prepare a resurrection potion! ”

Charles noticed what Iss had written above the equation equal sign, "The cerebral marrow of the Werewolf in the Bloody Night? What is this? ”

"Catalyst."

Isis said without raising his head.

With the last stroke, Iss didn't look at Charles, who was completely stunned by the theory he had written on the blackboard, and directly dismantled the cage with his bare hands.

He thought that the traverser at this time should lose half his life if he didn't die inside, but when he opened the door, he found that the eyes of the half-elf in front of him were amazingly bright.

Her mouth opened and closed, and although she didn't make a sound, Iss understood what she meant by reading her lips: "Kill him, I want you to kill everyone here." ”

It is understandable to want to kill Charles, after all, after descending on the half-elf, its original physical pain will be completely borne by the traverser himself.

But if he wants to kill everyone, I'm afraid that this traverser's brain will not be broken in the process of traversing.

Taking off his cloak and covering the head of the half-elf, Iss carried her out of the mage tower like a sandbag.

Covered by the dense fog outside the gate of the mage tower, Isis stepped into the temporarily set up teleportation array and instantly appeared thousands of miles away.