The Karazan Tower has a pyramidal layout, with almost all areas of the lower floor open to the public, while the middle floor is a place for guests to entertain and rest and stay, and the upper floor is the private domain of Medivan, which no one can trespass on without permission.

The concierge is an open curved corridor, and the walls on both sides have become smooth and dull due to the polishing of time, and the overall atmosphere always reveals a dark and damp feeling. Inside the inconspicuous old wooden door next to the entrance is the servant's quarters. As the corridor moves forward, a solemn and tall entrance is carved into the wall on the right, and the exquisite patterns and carved art present a luxurious and noble temperament, which is diametrically opposed to the style of the entire lower area.

Inside the entrance is a wide staircase that stretches as far as the eye can see, and the melodious and elegant music and bright and warm lights from the ballroom are evocative.

"Welcome, guests. As soon as they entered the gate, the restless crowd suddenly stopped, and in front of them, an old man who was over half a hundred years old and slightly rickety stopped the way at some point.

The neat edges of the hair were gray due to age, and the black worsted squire's garment, though very old and badly faded, was clean and tidy under the careful care of its owner, making the old butler look much more energetic.

The emaciated, narrow face was covered with a black mass, and upon closer inspection, it was revealed that a pair of blindfolds extended from the ears to the bridge of the nose. Unlike the Guardian Vision, this blindfold is too ordinary, except for the equally faded gold thread, there is nothing peculiar about it.

This means that this steward really can't see anything.

Realizing this, the guests immediately began to exchange words. However, they didn't struggle too much about how a 'blind man' could manage the entire tower, after all, this was the mysterious wizard's territory.

"This is the domain of the Venerable Master, the Astral Mage Medivan, and I, the steward of this tower, Moros. ”

"If you have any questions during the banquet, you can come to me to solve them. Slowly saluting everyone, Moros's voice, though weak as if coming from a grave, was very penetrating and clearly reached everyone's ears, "Ahead is the stable, you can ......"

"As for the precautions. After a brief introduction, Moros straightened his shirt, and his voice seemed to become eerie for a moment, "Please do not set foot in non-open areas, otherwise you will bear the consequences." ”

Despite being obscured by the blindfold, Moros lifted his head and slowly swept over everyone's faces. An inexplicable aura swept across his body, and Lanlos couldn't help but bow slightly, almost his entire face hidden under the hood.

About Moros, Lanlos doesn't know much, but it's definitely profound. To put it simply, how can it be simple to be a friend of the former Guardian Egwene, and to be trusted by the latter to take care of Medivan?

The old butler's words did not extinguish the enthusiasm of these guests, on the contrary, they added fuel to the fire, making the guests look forward to the next banquet even more.

"Very well, please come with me, everybody. Moros nodded lightly and led the way up the steps to the main hall.

As the guests stepped onto the mirror-like floor, everyone was amazed. The intricate and delicate patterns are all over the line of sight, full of mystery, and at the same time, it raises the style to a peculiar height.

Dozens of candles flickered together on the chandelier, and the bright light of the fire completely illuminated the entire nave.

At the same time, the mouth-watering aroma of food and wine wafted from the banquet room on the left, but before the guests could swallow the liquid in their mouths, the melodious music from the opera house upstairs changed abruptly, and the gradually increasing rhythm completely ignited the passion in everyone's hearts.

Watching the nobles around him disperse in all directions under the guidance of the ushers, Lanloston paused, and then silently followed some of them towards the location of the opera house.

Lanlos used to be a half-road idiot, but since he got lost in Karazhan countless times and dragged the team back, he had spent a lot of time studying every plant and tree.

Although there is always a big difference between reality and the game, the general route and distribution must not be too different. Medivan is obviously more interested in chasing dramas than drinking, and Karazhan's opera house occupies almost half of the middle floor.

Above the opera house is the exhibition hall and library, which are generally only accessible to Medivan's VIPs. Further up is the Exclusion Zone, where Madivin stays, and the Observatory.

The name of the Astral Mage comes largely from the high-tech high-magic facility on the top floor that is at the forefront of the times. Using the observatory, Medivan found the orc's hometown, Draenor, and connected the two worlds in one fell swoop, completely changing the fate of Azeroth.

Lanlos's goal was not to destroy the observatory, it was completely self-defeating. His goal was the Library, the largest and strangest ocean of knowledge in all of Azeroth.

The guests who came to Karazhan were not only nobles and wealthy merchants, but also many mages who came to visit him, and it didn't matter if they were just for fun or to find out the news, the Guardian was confident enough to deal with any possible crisis.

Because of this, Lanlos's black-robed outfit didn't attract much attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's show!"

On the stage, the loud and passionate voice of the stage manager resounded throughout the opera house, and as the curtain opened, a very familiar crystal ball came into Lanlos's eyes. The latter smiled knowingly, and directly found a vacant seat to sit down peacefully, while enjoying the sitcom that he proposed to shoot, while carefully looking at everything around him.

Trespassing on the library is not a good idea, and Ranros needs a chance before he can make sure that no one else finds out.

The opera house was very large, and in addition to the ordinary seats on the ground floor, there were several floors of private rooms for VIPs on the upper floor, and in one of the slightly dimly lit rooms, a black-robed mage with a gloomy temperament was standing by the stands.

Unlike the other guests, his eyes were not fixed on the stage, but he looked at the square-shaped visitors one by one with great interest.

"Master, the party has begun, you can come out at any time. As the door opened, an emaciated figure walked in slowly, without the slightest superfluous movement.

"It's fine. The corners of the black-robed mage's mouth widened, and the inscrutable smile made people shudder, "Still, Moros. ”

"While I'm relaxing, make sure those uninvited rats don't bother me. ”

Bowing deeply, although the old butler did not speak, his indifferent expression had already expressed everything.