Khadgar tightened his grip on the purple wax seal of the letter of introduction and stared blankly at the towering black tower in front of him.

After a long journey, following several brigades along the way, he finally crossed the vast and dense Elwyn Forest, and then climbed the towering Red Ridge Mountain to this quiet, empty, lonely place.

Now, the young man, aching and nearly collapsed, sat on a mound of dirt, clutching at his messy hair and beard, still unable to believe what he had come for.

Introduce yourself to the most powerful mage in Azeroth......

When this decision was announced, all of Dalaran's casters cast envious and jealous glances at him, which in their eyes was a supreme honor and opportunity. But it's true, the mage at the top of the arcane arts, with unparalleled strength and intelligence, has a bright future for Khadgar if he has the opportunity to become his apprentice.

But unfortunately, Khadgar is Dalaran's most sophisticated self-media. Through various means, he inquired about something that was not so upright.

Medivan, Master of the Lord, Guardian of Azeroth, however, this great being has ignored Kenrito for years, and as for the reason, it would be a bit of a slap in the face to say it.

It was only recently, as Dalaran began to investigate the fluctuations of the web near the Dark Swamp, that Mediven responded to their request.

Perhaps because of the proximity to his territory, the Guardian also wanted to solve this problem as soon as possible.

Khadgar thought so, but looking up at the towering black tower in front of him, a trace of unease for unknown reasons swelled in his heart.

Squeak –

The heavy door slowly opened, and a rickety figure gradually became clear in Khadgar's wary gaze: "Are you the new assistant?"

The voice was as ethereal as if it were coming from a grave, and the curiosity forced Khadgar to crane his neck, and he was greeted by an emaciated, but clean face.

Then, the young man quickly realized that his behavior was too rude, and quickly bowed down to apologize and responded, "Khadgar." ”

After a pause, he showed the letter of introduction in his hand: "From Dalaran, that is, Violet City on the Lordaeron Continent, the citizen of Dalaran, Khadgar, has been appointed by Kenrito. ”

He felt as if he was throwing pebbles into a large, calm lake now, expecting the old man to respond to at least one of them.

But Moros's face did not rise or fall at all.

"Okay, Khadgar. Stepping forward, the old butler took the letter of introduction with the wax seal of Kenrito's symbolic all-knowing eye, and did not open it, but smoothed out its crumpled corners, and carefully put it into his shirt.

"Kenrito has sent me to assist Medivan, Lord Medivan...... Archmage Medivan ......, "Khadgar has never been able to find a suitable title to refer to the Great Being, and he wisely chose to shut up in order not to cause displeasure to the other party.

"Moros. Thankfully, the old butler didn't comment on his flustered behavior, "My name is Moros, the steward of this tower, and I have served the Guardian to this day. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and waved his hand for Khadgar to follow.

The young apprentice felt a little excited in his heart, and hurriedly picked up his backpack and strode after the old servant.

Soon, the excitement in his heart completely cooled down.

Looking at the endless staircase above, Cade exhaled heavily, then looked at the old butler ahead without showing the slightest tiredness. He thought that this Moros was weak, but he didn't expect that he could climb such a long staircase without even panting.

"Are you the only one in the tower all along?" Khadgar asked as he gasped for breath.

"Huh?" Moros paused slightly, waiting for the other to close his distance.

"Have you been alone all this time?" Khadgar repeated, his voice full of tiredness.

"The Astral Mage is there too. Morros's voice was still hoarse and decaying, as faint and inconspicuous as dust from a tomb.

"Of course. Taking the opportunity to pause and rest for a moment, Khadgar nodded, "Is there anyone else?"

"Now it's more of you. Moros turned his head to look at him, but the latter was puzzled by how the butler could determine his position through the dark blindfold.

"It's a lot more troublesome to take care of two people than one. ”

"I'm here to work. Khadgar's tone was visibly disgruntled.

"Of course. Nodding in response, Morros's face contorted slightly, as if trying to smile, "But you need my help." ”

Khadgar was speechless for a moment, and immediately changed the topic quietly: "So, have you been the butler of the astral mage for a while?"

"Hmm. Moros can't do without that.

"How long has it been?"

After a pause, the butler seemed to be counting the time: "Well, it's a long, long time......"

......

Khadgar fell silent, and Moros would not take the initiative to speak, and the two continued to climb the stairs quietly.

"What kind of person do you think he is?" Khadgar finally couldn't help but break the silence.

"Who?"

"I mean, Astral Mage. ”

"The question is. Moros pushed open the door ahead, "How much do you know about him?"

Khadgar frowned, he had looked through the various secrets of the Dalaran Library, but unfortunately he had not found any books or documents detailing Medivin.

All he knew was that Medivan was a young man, in his forties, with a lot of time and no great contributions, and the only thing that could mention his name was the case of the Tirisfa Council that had made a lot of noise some time ago.

Unfortunately, because of the fall of the Parliament, what Medivan did became irrelevant.

But he could feel that Kenrito, and indeed all of Dalaran, was in awe of the mage.

Khadgar knew nothing about Medivan and was anxious about his ability to take on the role of assistant. That's why he took this opportunity to inquire about the Master of the Masters here in Morros.

However, the old butler's taciturn and tight-lipped silence made him feel powerless.

"Not much. It took a long moment for Khadgar to shake his head in response, "I don't know much about him, so can you tell me what kind of person he is?"

The young man's voice took on a tone that bordered on begging, and Moros couldn't help but pause.

"I think he's no different from others. Moros thought for a moment and said, "I have my own preferences and emotions, and I do things sometimes for good and sometimes for bad." ”

"It's about the same as everyone else. Nodding, the butler made a brief summary.

"He only stretches one foot at a time in his pants?" Khadgar relaxed a little, even jokingly.

"Nope. The old servant looked at each other with a distinct smile on his face, "He floated up and wore it." ”

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After a long and boring climb up the stairs, Khadgar finally walked into an open room. That is, the top part of this tower, the astrological platform.

The roof and walls of the room were covered with lattice windows, spotlessly clean, and by the time they climbed up, the sky had completely darkened, and the starlight shone through the curved dome and sprinkled the entire astrological platform.

Other than that, the only light came from the magic torch in the corner, and the blue fire didn't have the slightest temperature, but it still barely illuminated Khadgar's vision.

In this room, large and small tables and chairs are scattered around, and various measuring instruments and notebooks are piled on top of them, or simply thrown on the floor.

Fortunately, because the huge and extremely complex circular circle in the center was not covered by any debris, the overall appearance was faintly quite regular.

Well, just to comfort yourself and don't take it seriously.

Glancing at the garbage-like images around him, Khadgar wisely chose to adjust his mindset without revealing even the slightest dissatisfaction.

After all, the one shuttling back and forth between the pair of 'garbage' was none other than the astral mage, Medivan.

Khadgar knew it couldn't be someone else.

The middle-aged man was dressed in an ordinary black home's robe, his long hair was slightly curly and scattered over his shoulders, and his original jet black was slightly grayish, and his temples and sideburns on both sides were the most obvious. Khadgar knew that it was due to the physical pressure caused by the great power contained in his body, a phenomenon that was not uncommon among mages.

So, be careful if you see an old man in simple clothes walking leisurely in the wild......

It wasn't until Khadgar's eyes got used to the darkness that he realized that what he had just thought was Medivan's unpretentious dress was a big mistake.

Under the reflection of the starlight, fine silver threads appeared on the black robe, and the workmanship was so natural that it was difficult to see without paying attention. As Medivan moved, the threads intertwined, and Khadgar seemed to see a blue-faced and fanged demon in it, and as if he had turned into an entrenched dragon in one moment, and the next moment he was about to spread his wings and fly into the sky.

At the same time, the sides of the robe, covered with soft black crow feathers, continued to flutter with the evening breeze, like two burning black flames, rendering Medivan's cold side face even more mysterious.

Khadgar cleared his throat and raised his foot to move forward, but Moros raised a hand in front of him. Immediately, the young apprentice seemed to be frozen, and did not dare to move.

The old servant walked quietly to the astral mage's side, waiting for his attention. One minute, two minutes......

Just as Khadgar was anxious, at last, the robed figure put down the astrolabe in his hand, picked up the pen, quickly jotted down a long list of symbols in the notebook next to him, and slammed the book shut.

"Moros, sorry to keep you waiting again. ”