Gunther's temporary headquarters found his home at the Melbourne Tower, where the resident Master Goodric Uther kindly lent the Sydney Mage a portion of the tower as a forward base of operations.

By the time she arrived, a horde of reporters was already knocking on the doors of the temple, flooding the paladins.

So far, the opinion of the press has focused on two narratives, one is that Gunther and the Tower failed the city, and the second is that Gunther was a savior who pushed the inevitable down.

Inside the tower, there is Walken's punishment, Henry's negligence in Elizabeth's problems for the past thirty years, and finally the funeral of the old master.

The funeral in particular became a point of contention, as some believed that a dead judge was a perfect scapegoat. In response, Gunther promised that if anyone dared to tarnish the teacher's obituary, he would be punished and pay with blood.

With the death of their master, the fact that Alessia and Gunther were students of Henry was made public. As for Gwen, it remains to be seen whether she will be included in this number, as the current crisis and controversy will only endanger her. During the transition, at least until Alessia regained health and Gunther was able to consolidate his foundations, her anonymity provided the best protection.

Similarly, the power vacuum left by the two mages, Henry Kilroy and Eric Walken, and the death of more than a hundred mages, opened up the position of the tower, salivated by those who aspired to be strangled by the incumbent.

Gwen walked behind the two men, and as they approached the double door of Gunther's office, he appeared as a major and his retinue of two captains. Soon, the journalists separated. Although Alesia's expedition was not as well-known as the zealous mad witch, it was clear to journalists that Major de Botton had fought alongside Gunther Schultz and was mortally wounded.

Still, some people don't understand this emotion.

"Major Doon, can you tell us about the current state of Master Bolton?"

"Captain, what do you think of this unknown phenomenon?"

"Major, how do you respond to Lord Kilroy's accusation of negligence?"

"Captain!"

"Major!"

"Sir!"

The crowd crowded past the reporters, their sharp voices audible the stories coming down from their uniforms. Unfortunately, none of them noticed that the pretty girl was following the man with dignity and looked like a nervous intern. When they reached the entrance, two guards opened the double doors and saw Gunther sitting at the table, inundated with a mountain of paperwork.

As the procession passed, the door slammed shut, and the reporters were barred out.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Gwen, I'm glad to see you recover. ”

As he spoke, Gunther pulled himself away from the hilly terrain of crisis reporting with the expression of a crystal miner, and he finally saw the light.

It was the first time Gwen had seen Gunther so nosy. The room occupied by her handicraft brother is an impressive rectangular room with a high vaulted ceiling covered with frescoes of demons and angels. Behind the paladins, the windows of the twin bays looked out at the still-smoking city below, reminding them of the precious time they occupied.

In a word, Gunther waved goodbye to the men and women who had been sorting through papers and memos, and asked them to take a coffee break while he sorted out some personal matters. Several staff members looked at Gwen with familiar expressions written on their faces, and one of them even acknowledged her presence and nodded slightly.

Gwen approached the table and bowed, allowing the radiant mage to stand up. Gunther walked over to the table and hugged Gwen affectionately, telling her not to be inhibited and to treat this place as her own. Then he left the table, opened the wine cabinet, and poured a few glasses of wine for the gathered guests.

These people were given whiskey. Gwen drank a glass of ice water.

Gwen carefully took a sip of ice water to calm her nerves. She waited until they were all settled, and then told Gunther what she requested.

When the group finished telling the story, the paladin fell silent.

"Only feelings, no brains, I think you're better than that, Gwen," Gunther said displeased now, sending you away is an unnecessary complication. ”

"Gunther, I must help them. I can't back down at this point......" Gwen saw Margos' steely eyes with her own, trying to control her tone and temper. She had already introduced their situation and now discussed it from another angle. "Besides, this is our master's territory! It must be you, Alesia, or myself, I am the only one who is free. After all this happens, God knows what Sofina will do if a stranger forcibly breaks into the jungle. This place was special to all of us, if only because Sophie was our partner. ”

Gunther clanged the ice in the cup.

The atmosphere is conservative at best. Gwen and her companions held their breath as they sipped their drinks, the gears spinning around Gunther's head.

"All right," the paladin finally said.

The team members breathed a sigh of relief. If they leave without Gunther's blessing, things will get extremely complicated.

"But I'm not going to let you get out of there without any surprises. You're missing a member. ”

"Who do you recommend?" Taj asked, sipping the melted ice water into his drained cup. Gunther motioned for the crystal bottle, but Abdjura refused.

"A guy close to Gwen, he knows how to keep secrets. A very capable, capable, trustworthy person who will not divulge Gwen's secrets. ”

"You're not hinting at yourself, are you?" Paul raised an eyebrow. While it would be quite amazing to have Gunther himself join them, it would come at a high cost to the city, Gunther, and the tower. Unlike Gwen, the de facto leaders of the Sydney Tower cannot rise from the ground in a crisis and enter a black zone.

Gunther slammed half a glass of amber liquid back on the mahogany table.

"I know it's urgent, and you're in a hurry to leave. "Gunther turned to Gwen but please give me a day, two days at most, to figure out the transportation, identity, and location of your last member. For now, I highly recommend you to see your grandpa. If you remember, he was a member of the master's team. He might be able to tell you more about Sofina and Grote's whereabouts. ”

Gwen felt her suddenly have an epiphany. She was so anxious that Gunther had refused their request to rescue her friend that she had completely forgotten about Suria! The Old Corges Club had known each other since they were young, having served in the Soura River Conflict and later the Coral Sea War. Undoubtedly, some clues can be given to this matter.

"Thank you......" Gwen let her next sentence flow through her tongue with a moist glow in her mouth. "Brother Gunther. ”

Gunther paused for a moment, barely visible, and then smiled earnestly.

"With just one title, you've dug a hole that I can't escape," he said with a reproachful smile that you're better than a psychic mage, Gwen. ”

"I'm grateful, Gunther, really," Gwen pleaded excitedly thanks for helping my friend. ”

The rest watched with indulgent, gentle faces. As mages who serve the tower, they have all experienced the intimacy of being someone else's craft brother. Sometimes, the rivalry between siblings is worsened by competing for the favor of the master. Other times, good things are born, a bond of trust and camaraderie created by a common purpose and a philosophy of convergence.

"Come on, sister. ”

To Gwen's surprise, Gunther leaned over and spread her arms. Her astonishment lasted only a second, and she wrapped her long arms around his broad waist. Unfortunately, Gunther smelled of working all night, but Gwen didn't mind. She wholeheartedly welcomed the warmth of a brother with an unshakable sense of responsibility and conscientiousness.

"I'm sorry for our hosts. ”

"Me too. ”

As they parted, Gunther carefully grabbed Gwen's arm. His bear-like gloves reached out to grasp her little white hand, as if he were reciting a familiar incantation that Henry had done in the past. A soft glow permeated Gwen's body, and she felt something disappear in the kingdom of her astral body.

"That'...... Gias?" Gwen exclaimed. She hadn't given up any contact with the Rainbow Serpent, it was blind luck that things would have gotten worse.

"Give me your tracking ring, Gwen. ”

Gwen removes the magic tracker from her ring finger. It was a gift from Henry, and her status was revealed when a soothsayer wrote it in Gunther's hands.

Next to her, Gunther similarly plucked a silver belt from his finger.

"Don't let Alesia see this," Gunther joked about knowing her, and she immediately misunderstood. ”

Gunther's Band is a pure Missel ring that shimmers with a distinctive, mana-intensive aura, especially ultra-rare minerals. At the top of the crown is met by a priceless cat's eye, which sits between the small claw-foot bases.

"An emergency teleportation ring," he announced, made with the Evil Eye's vision. ”

Next to him, the eyes of the Taj Mahal, Paul, and Jonas gleamed with gratitude and longing. Something like this is like a second life.

"If you are mortally wounded, the Lord of the Rings will teleport you to the nearest tower," the mage explained.

To their shock, Gunther slipped the ring onto Gwen's ring finger, where her tracker was.

"As always, there is a tracking enchantment that allows you to easily divinate from the tower. Don't take it off. If you don't intentionally order it to disengage, it will send a teleportation marker and a distress signal to the nearest tower. ”

Gwen felt the warmth of the ring on her fingers, and her white legs had been knocked to her knees as Gunther dispersed her GEA—they were now jelly. She saw Edgar escape death with his ring and knew how precious this thing was. Her handicraft brother lent her his second life.

"No, Gunther, I can't! It's so precious! You need it!"

"Nonsense!" Gunther waved his hand. "I'll be stuck here for the foreseeable future until I move back into the tower. Then I'll be stuck there for the foreseeable future. What emergency number do I need when I'm dealing with paperwork?"

"But!"

"No but!" Gunther seems to play the role of a benevolent older brother who discovers the secret pleasure that Henry must have felt when he doted on a young apprentice. "If you die trying to save Alesia's apprentice, do you think Alesia will give me peace as long as I live?

"Uh......" Gwen felt choked up.

"Think of it as helping us, helping you," Gunther laughed, stroking the emptiness on his finger, where there was an emergency ring that had been sitting for ten years. "Let the ring be insurance. Promise me you'll be more like yourself than Alexia on the outside. Don't put yourself in unnecessary danger. Know your limits and trust your friends and allies. Don't do everything yourself. Listen to Jonas and others. ”

"If Alicia had done that, I would have looked ten years younger," Jonas teased, quoting his white handlebar mustache.

"Agreed, I'm going to lose my hair," the Taj Mahal joined in.

"That's just a masculine baldness...... Paul chimed in, blocking the dead light of the Taj Mahal.

Gwen touched the ring on her finger.

It's incredibly heavy.

All the expectations and hopes, the expectations and trusts, are tied together with a Mitchell band.

"If you don't wear that ring, Gwen," Paul said sternly I advise you to stay on the PT boat, we go on a jungle expedition in the jungle. ”

Gwen met Gunther's steely gray gaze, her charming hazel eyes returning his kind gaze with gratitude and gratitude.

"Thank you, Gunther," Gwen said gratefully to her brother.

Gunther rubbed the back of his head with a newfound embarrassment. In order to eliminate this embarrassment, he took the initiative to teach Gwen the charm of making the ring nondescript.

"So, when my life force or biometrics are deemed critical, it activates?"

Gwen wanted to make sure she didn't accidentally activate the ring, cast a void spell, or perform some calculation spell.

Gunther definitely needs to be very careful with her null spells, as the ring's designer may not have taken into account the negative energy consumed by the self.

"So if I

Gwen paused, her body stiffening.

"If you look at his sister, she seems to have been hit by something terrible. Suddenly, Gwen's expression was distorted with obvious fear as she dealt with an epiphany hypothesis.

"Gunther!" Gwen frowned, her lips trembling and spitting. "Oh God!"

The rest of the team looked at her curiously. Is there too much for a ring gift?

In Gwen's mind, her thoughts were counting thousands of times per minute. She found out! She knew! How could it be so obvious! The answer was always there!

Gunther ...... If a tower is in emergency mode, can the ring still save me?"

"Of course. Gunther nodded, and the inscription inside the ring was confirmed by a treaty. This ring is a testament to your allegiance. Even if you teleport to another faction-controlled tower, their honor will surely keep you safe, even if it's a temporary stay in the anti-magic prison. This is an exchange system agreed upon by all parties. ”

"Can the emergency ring be transferred to a specific place, such as your tracking ring, and can students be teleported to the whereabouts of the master?"

Gunther nodded.

"Yes, it's one of the most popular uses for rings"

Gwen's face flushed with excitement and her lips sparkled.

"Gunther, I understand now!" she sang cheerfully to her skilled brother. "I know how Elizabeth teleported to the tower!"

At first there was silence in the room, and then Gunther slammed the cup on the table. When Gwen explains her theory to Gunther, the office is in chaos, and Gunther begins to gather assistants and advisors. They talked, talked on the phone, and consulted experts in the field.

Gunther postponed the appointment until the next hour, and everyone had a light lunch together.

When all was said and done, Gwen was proven correct, at least in theory, at least until actual experiments could be conducted.

It is indeed possible to force oneself into the tower's system using the bypass teleportation design of the emergency ring. In addition, although untested, it is possible to forcibly teleport oneself to a restricted area, such as Grote, which occupies both the space of the tower and the parallel pocket dimensions of the grotto. Although this theory has been proposed once or twice, there is no precedent. Therefore, this warning was forgotten in peacetime.

Gunther sighed.

"I'm going to use the instigation of the enemy to teleport a hostile mage to the tower against Walken," he conspires to tell them that Gwen may have saved his life. ”

"Oh. Gwen's expression turned sour.

Gunther waved her hands in the air, suggesting that she didn't have to worry about the misguided politician.

"Leave the ring," Gunther insisted. As for the potential loopholes, the more powerful the power in a higher position would be the insomniac, certainly not the genius craftsman nun who discovered it.

"There may be a contribution credit involved. I'll let you know. ”

Gwen blinked. She had heard the term from Richard before, but hadn't asked them since they had exchanged some closely kept secrets that night.

"What are Contribution Credits?"

"A very useful or completely useless thing, it depends on where you are. Gunther pondered but nothing was finalized, so I wouldn't worry too much. You'll know when the time comes. ”

Lunch is over, it's time to go.