The reason why it took another three days to set off was because Cheese had to return to the Ash Tower one more time before leaving. On the one hand, he wanted to explain to An Lina that he had decided to go to the City of Ten Thousand Laws to make an appointment, and on the other hand, he also wanted to use the past few days to solve the problems that he had not solved before. For example, to persuade the crows not to wade into this troubled water again.

"So you're really going to listen to An Lina, at this time, you leave the Gray Tower and go to the City of Ten Thousand Laws to watch the ceremony?" the sorcerer tapped his fingers on the table, his face extremely ugly. In his opinion, Cheese's actions at this time were no different from betrayal. He had envisioned the Mage to be his powerful companion in the fight for Clark's legacy.

Cheese could see the crow's anxiety, and he knew the cause of the other's anxiety. It had been a while since Lenn had been gone, and the oppression of dying was closing in on him every second, even worse than before he knew Lynn. He knew how unstable a cursed crow could be in such a situation, but that was the main reason why he wanted the other party to leave the Grey Tower. After all, the Raven can't survive by magic after falling from a height, and in this time of growing tension between the grey robes, no one can say for sure if such a thing will happen.

"Someone has to go to this ceremony, the Grey Tower does stand outside the world, but the Grey Robe cannot be regarded as a wild man. The clothes left by the teacher must not be dirty on us. The mage said in a deep voice. What he said is indeed the main reason for agreeing to go to the City of Ten Thousand Laws this time, it is Clark who has almost omniscient ability, not his disciple, as far as the matter of exchanging elves for children, the flaws in the existing knowledge reserves in the Gray Tower have been exposed, which is what Cheese does not want to see. So, instead of chasing the ethereal posthumous book, he hopes to gather the knowledge that Clark doesn't keep in the library, which is what Cheese thinks he should do as a gray robe.

"So you're trying to prove to those guys what wise spellcasters we are, and tell them that our teacher is the most knowledgeable man the world has ever seen? Why do you think the teacher built the Grey Tower here? Cheese, what do you think we Grey robes should really be after?"

The Crow's question froze the mage in place, and after a few seconds, a cold sweat broke out on his back. Cheese is not a dull person, and he can answer the first two of the three questions asked by his fellow disciple very naturally, but it is precisely the answers to these two questions that make him break out in a cold sweat. Yes, with the strength of the first gray robe, isn't it easy for him to want fame and wealth? Even a gray robe like himself, who has just come of age, can lead a city, and if Clark really wants to, then he can become a lord or even a king. But he didn't do so, and it could even be said that the gray robe did the exact opposite, and he built this tower on the desolate ice field north of Dragonspine Mountain, which was destined to be cared for by no one but the gray robe.

"Do you understand? Magic is never meant to be shown on stage, and neither are the people who use it. Why did the teacher build a tall tower on the ice field instead of any other building? Have you ever thought about it? The tower is a structure built by humans to imitate trees, and the teacher just wants the study of magic to keep moving towards the sunlight like an upward growing number. There is nothing else to think about. Each grey robe is a tree, and all you need to do is try to grow upwards instead of thinking about how the surrounding plants that are blocked from the sun will survive. The raven's words were harsh and cold. His words are also the psychology of most spellcasters. There is no doubt that spellcasters are often selfish, and they can ignore many things for their own research, so organized groups of spellcasters are rare, and the concept of companions is more inclined to allies or partners in the mind of wizards.

"But the teacher trained us, didn't he? It's not a selfish thing, he trained us, he educated us. Cheese tried to retort.

"Yes, he made us grey. But in the process, who can tell whether he is using us as an experiment to prove his theory. Or did he just regard us as the inheritors of his knowledge? Our teacher probably only regarded us as living tablets to record his vast knowledge, and never regarded us as human beings! Otherwise, how could he just choose to leave? Do you believe that there is anything in this world that can kill the Lord of the Gray Tower?"

As Clark's disciples, no one knows better than them what the first gray robe represents, the robe that changes all the time, as if it encompasses the whole world in all directions, and Clarke, who draped it on, is the god in the hearts of the gray robes. Therefore, when the news of Clark's death came, a considerable number of gray robes felt abandoned, not believing that their teacher had died in an accident, but that their teacher had completely gotten rid of their relationship with them in this way.

Cheese, silent. He couldn't refute the words of his fellow disciples, because he also had this feeling of abandonment. Now, the mage understands some of the thoughts of why his fellow disciples would go to such great lengths to get their hands on Clark's legacy. They regard the posthumous work as a kind of microcosm of the Lord of the Gray Tower in this world, as long as they hold that posthumous work, as long as they study the knowledge in it, they can believe that they are not abandoned and failed works, and they can still carry the weight of that gray robe.

"I see what you mean. But I'll still go to the City of Ten Thousand Laws. I admit that the teacher is the most suitable person in the world for the identity of a spellcaster, but I don't think he was born that way. Even if there is no so-called posthumous work, I believe I can go to his point. Cheese said in a deep voice, and then got up to leave the room.

"Wait. The crow closed his eyes, "Go find the Sleeper, he has dealt with the City of Ten Thousand Laws." ”

Cheese nodded, but it quickly occurred to him, "What if that guy doesn't want to see me?"

"Idiot. Since he's sleeping, you can just look for him in your dreams. ”

When Cheese left the room, the crow opened his eyes. He let out a long breath, and the questions he had just asked were questioning Cheese as well as himself. Raven stretched out his finger, dipped some water from the cup on one side, and drew an upward triangle on the tabletop, "Up the tower, up the tree." Where should we grow, where should we grow, where should we grow, and where should the world outside the gray tower grow? ”