Night fell on this land once again, unlike the still somewhat noisy town of Nialand, the entire vicinity of the White Tower was completely silent, due to the leakage of the abyssal breath, large swaths of the land were polluted into a strange black and red, whether it was insects or fine grass, all turned into distorted remains.

Under the stronger and stronger winds, the only remaining remains will also be turned into fine debris and completely disappear into the vast night!

The sky in the small town of Niairan is very gloomy, the howling wind, the oppressive air, and the dampness all indicate that a heavy rain is coming, and the townspeople who have been busy all day do not care about relaxing their sore shoulders, everyone quickly packs up the things outside, and the long experience tells people that this heavy rain must be not small, and those rags that are crumbling in the light rain have no way to continue to shelter their belongings!

In the White Tower, the punk, who was working on a full-level alchemy potion, received a notification from the early warning circle set up outside the White Tower, and his reserved apprentice assistant had arrived.

The arrival of the apprentice assistant had been expected by Punk, after all, an apprentice-level mage had little concealment in front of a formal-level prophecy spell.

Punk, who was studying the bottleneck, was a little unhappy with the visitor's interruption, and the prophecy spell clearly showed that this little mage had arrived in the town a long time ago, and he really didn't know what to do when he came so late!

Punk, who is fully committed to a full-fledged potion research job, is not in the mood to explore the little girl's itinerary, he has too many things to do, a large number of spells need to be practiced and studied, and the practice of supermagic skills is urgent, I hope this apprentice can be smarter, so that he can save himself a lot of time.

After putting down the tools in his hand unhurriedly, and carefully sorting the half-processed materials on the tray that isolated the flow of energy, Punk turned indifferently to open the door of the White Tower.

Bi Lan stood in front of the gate of the white tower with some trembling, the majestic gate was three times as high as Bi Lan, the white gate door panel was a whole regular marble, there was no crack on it, the whole white tower was like this, just like a square tower directly carved from marble.

But the white marble white tower did not give Bi Lan a white and clean feeling, on the contrary, just standing in front of the door, Bi Lan felt a filthy and evil aura spread across the entire hill, with the howling cold wind, she only felt like countless ghosts surrounded her, and this white tower was more like a monster that chose people to devour, that kind of dangerous and bloody aura made Bi Lan only feel an urge to turn around and run away from the bottom of her heart at this time.

"Bang"!

The door of the White Tower opened abruptly, and the loud sound seemed to beat the drum of the heart in the dead night, and Bilan trembled with fright, until she took two steps back before relieving herself to look inside the door.

The hooded boy at the door had a face that made the girl jealous, he was wearing a blue robe, his light blue hair was hidden by the hood, and his white hands were half in the robe.

However, in Bi Lan's eyes, these are not the characteristics that impress her the most, only the pair of cold to the bone, the blue eyes make the trembling girl feel chills all over her body, under the gaze of those terrifying pupils, Bi Lan only feels that she has forgotten all the words she has thought of along the way.

Now, she can't say a word!

Punk looked at the girl who stood in front of the door trembling like a kitten facing a hungry wolf and frowned slightly, he was very happy that more and more people saw that their first impression was no longer "wow~ what a beautiful boy paper", but this kind of living hell look made Punk unhappy, how did they make themselves look like monsters crawling out of the abyss!

"You're late, come in"!

Punk, who is still obsessed with the experiment in his heart, has no time to pay attention to Bilan, who has been stunned in place for more than ten seconds, in his opinion, the psychological quality of this little girl (obviously older than you) is not suitable as his experimental assistant, and it seems that this little girl still belongs to the neutral and kind camp, and it may not be possible to let him help him dismember the living.

Feeling the little girl behind him timidly walking into the White Tower, Punk immediately controlled the door to close firmly, and he found that what he thought of "being able to recruit apprentices easily" was too much to take for granted, blatantly opening the abyss portal was easier for people to misunderstand (misunderstanding?), those mages who were more shrewd than the other, and who were more timid than the other, would choose to risk their lives to become apprentices.

This point can actually be known by referring to the Santarin Society created by the red-robed mages of the standard evil camp, has anyone heard of the Santarin Society having voluntarily recruited students, and which of their "students" is not to rob potential apprentices around the world and then force them to "enroll" Ah, I believe that even if there is more knowledge temptation and more opportunities to wait, except for a few crazy guys, no one will be willing to risk going to the laboratory table at any time to find an evil camp mage who they absolutely cannot resist as a mentor.

That's what prestige is for, it may not give you strength, it may carry the burden of boredom, but prestige itself must not be ignored, at least until it has the strength to beat the whole world!

Punk thinks he has a deeper understanding of such a thing as prestige.

But now............

Punk turned around, looked indifferently into Biran's eyes, and began to explain his "life plan" for the apprentice in a completely commanding tone:

"I know your name is Bilan, from today onwards, I allow you to call me a mentor, and your daily task is to clean the White Tower, sort out the experimental materials, and clean up the ............"

After a slight pause, Punk glanced at the minced meat and offal stacked in the corner.

Bilan looked away, only then did she realize what the black stuff was piled up in the corner.

With Punk's "reminder", she quickly recognized that those "things" were pieces of broken flesh and bones, and Bilan finally knew what the strange smell had been feeling since entering the White Tower............ It was clearly the smell of blood in the air!

Staring at the pile of minced meat that was still wriggling with wide eyes, Bilan only felt a churn in her stomach, and a violent feeling of nausea rushed from her abdomen to her throat.

Holding back the desire to vomit, the girl's eyes were filled with tears when she saw such a tragic scene for the first time, but she still insisted on listening to Punk's next arrangement!

A sudden instinct told the maiden if it showed any signs of disobedience now............ It's going to die! It's going to die!

The punk paused for a moment, he looked at the "fuss" Bi Lan more and more of an illusion that he had been deceived, this alchemist couldn't even accept this little scene, did he have to take time out to take care of his servant, Luo Taran was a week late to deliver this kind of goods? That was so disappointing to him!

If it weren't for the punk who knew that if he killed the waste in front of him, he would not only be at odds with the dwarven warriors of the good and orderly camp in Doraise City, but also that there would never be a second mage coming over as an apprentice for him, he really wanted to slaughter this seemingly non-existent "thing" as an experiment right now, just because the number of experimental slaves was a little insufficient............

Sighing secretly, Punk comforted himself: "It's okay, arrange some work in the future to let this little girl adapt to it, it can come in handy a little bit"!

Calming down the irritability caused by the failure of the experiment and the incompetence of the assistant (mainly the former), Punk continues to clearly arrange the "life plan" that he has already made for his apprentice against the pale Birlan!