With Sikoti gone, the troubles from the Mage's Guild have been satisfactorily resolved, and Punk has calmly returned to his makeshift mage tower.

Although a long time has passed, every room in this tower is still clean and tidy under the operation of the cleaning circle, and the surface of the mage tower outside is not stained in the slightest.

"Quack, this is the mage tower where you live, why does it look so old, and there is not an attack circle painted on it, oh my God, there is no battle golem in the corridor?

When Punk walked into the gate of the Mage Tower, the magic crow Vector who had been standing on his shoulder also saw the whole picture of the entire Mage Tower, but the Vector who couldn't hold back his words immediately did not hesitate to complain about this inferior magic tower of truth.

But for the ridicule of the vector, the punk has no reaction, the so-called spit is always a passive skill of the non-party, and the vector does not need to pay a gold coin for a good or bad research environment, so it will complain about the perfunctory and dilapidated magic tower with such a disgusted face, but for punk............ It's much better to have a magic tower than nothing.

And the magic tower of the master stage must also be a temporary residence, and then the magic tower that the legend is building is the real one, and the magic tower that belongs to a mage, as for now...... When you are poor, you will be frugal, and there is nothing to eat.

Well, after all, it's still too poor, the punk's next focus is to conduct spell research, and all the funds must be ready to advance to the legend, what? take the money to buy your own magic tower? how can a poor ghost with no money have so many fantasies!

Therefore, even if the vector's complaint is not wrong, the punk still punk said to his magic crow very calmly:

"Because I'm poor, I don't have money, I think it's a very obvious and natural thing, not to mention ............ Whether a mage's residence is safe or not depends entirely on the level of the mage, and soon, the security level of this magic tower will be qualitatively improved"!

With that, Punk walked directly into the dark and deep corridor of the magic tower, and the magic crow vector standing on his shoulder also fell into a dumbfounded state.

Vector can swear that Punk is the first person he has seen in this legendary creature to this day, and can say "I'm poor" in such a nonchalant tone and such a casual attitude, but this "poor" statement has no fake ridicule or any complaining self-deprecation, just like Punk's expressionless face, his words at this time are just a declaration of facts, and it is this emotionless statement of fact that makes Vector have nowhere to pick up.

I'm just poor, do you have any opinions?

Vector representation: Boss, small no opinion............ No, I'm here to complain, why do I feel like I've been complained about now?

Ignoring the tangled vectors, Punk walked straight into the lab that had been absent for half a year.

The door to the laboratory was still sealed with energy brilliance, and the realm circle that Punk had placed in the gate made it clear to Punk that no one had been here.

But Punk didn't believe in this at all, and even if he couldn't check whether anyone else had entered the lab by relying on inspection, Punk could still be sure by logical judgment that Kirkweren must have been here.

But Kirkweilun definitely didn't find anything, because the punk didn't put any research materials in the lab, and even if Kirkweilun did some careful investigation, he didn't want to get anything or information.

But............

Punk squinted his eyes and glanced in the direction of Kirkweilen's magic tower, and immediately began to prepare a new and more powerful magic circle in his hand.

The reason why he was more tolerant of Kirkweilun's temptation before was because the punk at that time was not strong enough and confident, but now he is different, and he is already confident that the punk who is "master-level heads-up invincible" is not afraid of any enemy, not to mention that the experimental research that Punk will carry out in the future must not reveal secrets, if Kirkweilun dares to engage in some surveillance without knowing the fun............ This time the punk will definitely not be polite.

Now that Punk has reached level nineteen, he'll be on a sprint through the path of legend in this lab, where his research will involve all-important weird eyeballs, ulterior modified magic, and magical equipment that must never be discovered by anyone............ In this case, no matter who dares to break into the punk laboratory, then the contradiction between him and the punk will instantly rise to a kind of undying height!

With that decision made up and the realization of fighting to the death against any enemy, it took a full week to use up a large pile of precious magical materials scavenged from the Southend Storage Ring............ Punk has finally succeeded in placing dozens of powerful spell circles in every corner of the lab.

These spell circles include the more common common magic circles such as "Mido's Top Secret Cabin", "Magic Snooping Counter Trap", and "Bododon's Self-Check Alarm System......

There is also the lost magic from the Netherel era that Punk has mastered:

"Zero Self-Destruct Circle", "Atheon's Emergency Teleportation", "Death Light Shines on the Magic Trap", "Saboteur Trample Sequence", ............

One magic circle after another runes stained the walls of the laboratory with a colorful sheen, the terrifying energy was extremely compressed in this small dwelling, and all kinds of mass destruction spell traps clearly conveyed the punk attitude to any outsider - be careful, there is a complete madman living here! Whoever dares to peep will die! There is no third option!

Finally, after arranging almost all the magic circles that could be arranged in the laboratory, and looking at the work he had been busy with for a whole week, Punk finally stood in front of the small experimental table with satisfaction.

He now set up his little room in the same style as some persecuted paranoiac mages who had to engrave magic traps on their beds, and the madness of blasting himself and his enemies into the sky at the slightest disagreement was enough to keep any sane creature away.

Didn't you see the magic crow standing on his shoulder, his face turned pale with fright - even Kirkweilun couldn't laugh in the face of such a house that was no different from a "super bomb".

"Quack...... I said boss...... You don't have to do that, if this house explodes............ Even a master-level powerhouse who stacks five or six layers of magic protection on himself anytime and anywhere will be seriously injured...... quack".

Looking at the energy-filled plastic runes on the floor, Vector felt that his feathers had the illusion of burning, and I have to say that what the punk did was really extreme, and I believe that even the group of crazy people who scattered the Tallinn Society would not set up their laboratory like this.

But Punk didn't answer Vector's concerns, and he was indifferently placing alchemy tools on the experimental table.

Even if he lives in a terrifying "bomb", a punk who never knows what fear is, can still concentrate on his research, not to mention ............

Gently stroking the inconspicuous ruby necklace around his neck, the corners of Punk's mouth hooked up a meaningful smile - with a "flash", he didn't worry about his experimental environment, anyway, this house exploded, and Punk was confident that he could guarantee absolute unscathed!