"The Tower of the Eight Leaves, the Eight Leaves Mission!" Jonker shouted anxiously, "Only them!Antas, no!Main Material Realm!No!All the high-level and low-level planes connected by the entire Main Material Realm, only they abide by the principle of 'absolute equality' and will never discriminate against any seeker who comes to the door!As long as you can pass their test!"

"High-level, low-level planes, stupid humans, do you want me to go to the outer interface to find this organization?" the white dragon's eyes narrowed, revealing a look that could just scare Jonker.

He believed that this timid guy had been successfully trained to be his shake M, and he only needed to scare and scare to tell the truth.

"No, no, no, no, you just need to find a naturally growing pansy with eight leaves at the border of summer and autumn, and shout a spell when the first drop of morning dew appears on the petals, and then the test will appear, and as long as you can pass, you will be summoned to the Tower of Eight Leaves! Whoever is approved by the Tower of Eight Leaves! will definitely become the top caster!"

"Hmm, human, what are the requirements for joining this eight-leaf tower?" Bai Long squinted his eyes again, he intuitively felt that this eight-leaf tower was not simple.

After torturing Jonk for a long time, and taking out a lot of information from this wizard's mouth, Bai He finally confirmed that this world that he had traveled over was very different from dndol, with some similarities, such as creatures and professions, but the entire map was unrecognizable, such as many mage organizations that Jonk said about were unheard of.

This eight-leaf tower aroused Bai Long's high interest, but years of experience in running a group told him that this kind of organization must be very problematic.

This wizard may not dare to make things up, but one question is, why didn't he go to such a powerful organization?

He ...... Their requirements are that they must be within 20 years of birth! Immortals with a maximum natural lifespan of more than 600 years can be relaxed to one-thirtieth of the upper limit of their lifespan! They must bring their own spell book, and the test is to cast a spell under the guidance of the induction ceremony! And, most importantly, this seeker must have not released any spells through the magic net since birth!" Jonk exclaimed, "They only include the most precious jade in the multiverse!"

Hmm!

The most precious jade in the multiverse...... So it's a lot of hard work, but it's worth a try.

The white dragon pondered for a moment and grabbed Jonker: "Where did you, a mortal, know this?"

"This! This is something that all Antas who are interested in magic knows!" The pain in his head made Jonk groan, "The Tower of Eight Leaves has its own way of announcing its existence to all those who are interested in magic in Antas!"

So it's easy to verify?

"Say...... What is the spell?"

"No! you're going to kill me!" In an instant, a surge of intelligence sparked in the bottom of Jonker's mind, what good was he if what he knew was stripped of by the dragon?

"I'm going to live! I'm going to tell you while you're doing the ritual!" Jonk hissed.

"Idiot. Bai Long smiled contemptuously: "Since it is something that many people know, then your secrecy will only anger me!"

"No!" shouted Jonker, "they know what the spell is for? Who knows where the eight-leaf pansy will grow naturally?

“...... ...... white dragon groaned for a few seconds, bared his teeth at Jonker, and grabbed Jonk's leg: "Stupid human, if you dare to deceive me, you should guess what will happen to you?"

“...... No, ......" Seeing the white dragon dragging his legs and starting to flap his wings, Jonke's soul flew out of the sky: "No! Don't hang me upside down anymore! Please! Ah—— you flew in the opposite direction!

......

For the next fifteen days, Jonker Valage felt that living in Bato Nine would not be any more unbearable than the torture he had endured during this time, and if he had a choice, he would definitely choose to fall into the bottomless abyss, and the raging demons would probably tear him apart and eat him instead of torment for a long and cruel time.

During the day, the white dragon threw him in a hole at the top of the glacier, froze the hole with his breath, and when Jonk shivered and regained some strength, the dragon who returned from the hunt would put him in charge of lighting the fire and roasting the meat - hell Tiamat, there would be a person in the white dragon who liked to eat barbecue food instead of frozen meat! But it was also a rare time to make him comfortable for a while - after all, he could share a little barbecue leftovers to fill his stomach and roast for a while.

However, this time is usually very short, after the white dragon gluttony, it will immediately pick up Jonk, continue to fly south, rest is occasional, but most of the day is spent on the road, only a few days of work, Jonk Valek's face is blown apart by the cold wind in the sky.

He had tried to protest, tried to negotiate terms with the white dragon, but the result of the negotiations always made him miserable - the white dragon's temper was much better than Jonker had imagined, and the most brutal act was nothing more than beating people - well, beating people, every time he woke up after being beaten to a coma, Jonk would find himself still caught by the white dragon flying in the sky.

Seeing the farms and manors of the Duchy of Warda, Jonk thought that his life could be a little easier, but the white dragon did not let him idle, until the territory of Valek, it often hid to the side, forcing Jonk to ask farmers or roadside travelers about the Tower of the Eight Leaves, whenever the person asked said that he was not interested in magic and did not know the name of the Tower of the Eight Leaves, Jonk had a sense of fear of stepping into hell, fortunately, people who were interested in magic were not very rare, and Jonk could still confirm to the white dragon the reliability of the information about the Tower of the Eight Leaves。

The White Dragon's caution and suspicion made Jonk miserable, and by this time, he had completely given up the idea of doing things, and all that was left was to send the plague god away, and he led the White Dragon to a high mountain, a private garden in the Valek Territory was full of purple petals, and when Jonk entered the garden, a strange emotion seemed to dissipate his pain, replaced by a twist and nostalgia, and he searched among the violet flowers, leading the white dragon to a flower.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight tablets.

Among the tens of thousands of flowers, it is not surprising that there will always be a few special ones.

The night is about to fade, and the pre-dawn dew is in the making.

"The mantra is 'Eight doors, the flower of the leaves, the leaves of the flowers, here the seeker pleads, the path of the Dharma, the path of the secret. (8doors, flowerinleaves, andleafundertheflower, aseekerbeggingathere, thewayofmagic, thewayofsecret)' said in the language of magic. Jonk seemed to resign himself to his fate, and he collapsed to the ground weakly: "Please don't kill me! ”

Bai He squinted at Jonker, pondered for a few seconds, and waved his claws: "Okay, you can get out." ”

Jonk's eyes widened, and at first glance it sounded incredible.

This dragon actually let him go and didn't kill anyone?

He rubbed his ears, and it took him a few seconds to make sure that he had heard correctly, and he knelt down at the white dragon with great excitement:

"Thanks, thanks, I won't let anyone in and disturb you!

He rushed out, turning back several times for fear that the white dragon would knock him down from behind, but in the end this did not happen, and he walked out of the garden with a sluggish face, as if he had lived in a dream for nearly a month.

......

The white dragon stared earnestly at the pansy, the morning sun had risen in the east, and a dew blossom bloomed on the petals.

Bai He's expression gradually became serious.