After the matter of Ganatika was quickly dealt with, the rest of the trouble was about the construction butler, and the punk's handling of the alchemy golem, which he had made more than 100,000 years ago and had worked faithfully to this day, was still simple and clear.

He just calmly gave an order to the old butler:

"Sebastian, after delivering this message to Ganatica, you must go to the Magical Scrap Processing Area and put it on standby and stop all functions, after that......... It's none of your business!"

The silence of the ancient towers is deep and deep, the smooth and shiny metal bricks are shining, the ancient vacuum is surrounded by the declining sun, and the team quietly tells the story of time............

"Dear Mr. Doom Whisper, is my work coming to an end here"?

After hearing Punk's order, which was as simple and clear as ever, he was only slightly stunned by the fact that he looked far more emotional than when he had just "left the factory", except for the simple arms wrapped in metal skin that shook slightly in the shadow of his rickety body.

The notion of rebellion or refutation never exists.

Even though he has gained many emotions that should not exist in his working life for more than 100,000 years, the loyalty of the old housekeeper is still so taken for granted.

So, after an almost instinctive superfluous inquiry, without the need for a reply from his master, Sebastian bowed heavily and accepted the "final order".

Under the soft sunlight, the stiff and heavy Construct Butler continued in a respectful tone that remained unchanged:

"Sebastian has received orders, my work is coming to an end, and completing the final task will be my last mission............ It is an honor to work for you in one hundred and sixty-seven thousand four hundred and thirty-six years, nine months, nine days, three hours, five minutes and forty-two seconds, the great Morning Star caster, Mr. Whispers of Destruction............ Finally, please allow me to leave my Maurice Emerald Fruit Tea brewing skills in the database, and I hope that the next successor will learn this skill and make tea that will satisfy you............"

The lonely figure was slender and slender in the slanting sun, and the butler's uniform that had lost its original color looked pale and old, although at this moment, the busy Morning Star Mage had already turned around and walked into the closed and isolated laboratory, and the old butler's last words may not have been heard by the punk at all, but even if it was destined to be the last mission, Sebastian would still send the spellcaster away as if he had just been born on the experimental bench, and then seriously walk through the metal corridor he had cleaned for more than 100,000 years to perform his final duty。

Yes, the punk has been promoted to the Morning Star, the magic tower is going to be renovated, and the low-level old machines must be eliminated, this ...... It is also a part of the mission that the construction butler is destined to be.

All it can do is preserve the skill of making a piece of jade fruit tea, so that the "successor" can brew sweet tea at any time like him and wait for the caster's return.

"If you finally come back from a battle, and there is not even a cup of hot tea in the huge cold magic tower, how lonely should the great master be............"

Maybe it's funny, maybe it's pitiful, but ...... This is the purest thought of the old butler at this moment.

—————— Dividing Line——————

Punk's order to Ganatika is to travel to the Hatak kingdom to relax, and apart from a simple "low-key" request, the caster does not impose any more restraints on the troubled young Avengers.

After all, for the Morning Star Mage, who was busy studying the Golem, his "travel advice" to Ganatika was really just a simple "boss gives employees a holiday" mentality, and the caster didn't understand what kind of spiritual dilemma the current "Young Avenger" was facing, and he didn't know how Ganatika, as an "employee" who didn't think of himself as an employee, would understand such a sudden vacation.

However, in the eyes of the "Young Avenger", who is quite unreasonable and completely ignorant of punk, his identity is by no means an "employee", but a complete slave, and every second of the "bloody battle" in hell seems to emphasize this tragic fact to Ganatika, so in such a mentality of thinking, it is impossible for a teenager who has never denied the identity of a "slave" to regard a vacation as a "vacation", and he will only understand the punk order as a kind of "expulsion" and, as a result, fall into more, heavier confusion.

In short, Ganatika had no idea what he was supposed to do, leaving behind the dead silence of the magic tower, leaving the never-ending practice of fighting all the time, and even having to obey the order to "keep a low profile".

He even felt that he was standing in a daze at the cold door of the magic tower than staying in the dark basement and unleashing legendary fighting skills against the wall over and over again, this feeling of the whole world suddenly opening up and magnifying could only bring a very strong sense of discomfort to today's "Avengers".

"It is said that slaves will not have the luxury of freedom when they are used to enslavement, and I did not believe in this fact before, but now it seems that ............ I've forgotten what it's like to be free."

After shaking his head helplessly and suppressing the fluctuations of his fighting spirit to hide himself, Ganatika, whose pupils were full of confusion, could only move his steps mechanically and walked in the direction of the Hatak Empire.

After all, the "Whisper of Destruction", as the "master", has already given the order, and the legendary warrior who receives the order can only honestly obey it, regardless of whether he really wants to "take a vacation" or not, anyway, now he has to follow the punk's "advice" to go to a distant place to relax.

As for what the mentally numb Ganatika is going to do in that strange Hatak Empire?

The boy who once recalled the time when he was forced to "leave home" didn't know that now, he just strode monotonously towards the "target location", but at this moment, he didn't have a beautiful and intellectual "big sister" by his side, and Ganatika didn't dare to recall the hazy and vague shadow in the depths of his memory.

Yes, I don't know when it began, the teenager with the title "Avenger" no longer dared to recall Pandora in his memory, not because he was afraid of sadness, not because he was afraid of hatred............ It's because there's fear of no sorrow, but because there's fear of hate............