Khadgar glanced at Moros, the butler, and realized that he had disappeared for some time, and had disappeared into the darkness. The young man stammered for a moment, "The mages of Kenrito have great respect for you," he hesitated for a long time before finally uttering such a cliché.

"Everybody knows that," Medivan chimed in.

"You are a powerful independent mage, and some say you are also a personal advisor to Lane, King of Azeroth. ”

"Let's get back to the topic," Medivan nodded at the young man.

"What else......" Khadgar hesitated, could Medivan really be able to read his mind?

"What?"

"There doesn't seem to be anything special...... Can explain this reverence......" Khadgar said anyway.

"And fear," Medivan added.

"And jealousy," Khadgar added, and then immediately felt that he had fallen into some kind of questioning trap, and he immediately added, "There is no direct evidence to explain Kenrito's feelings for you. ”

"That's how it should be," Medivan interrupted, reaching over the brazier to keep warm. "That's how it should be. Khadgar couldn't believe that the Master Master was still feeling cold, he was already sweating with nervousness.

After a long time, Medivan looked up, his eyes once again like a storm brewing. "Back to the topic, what do you know about me?"

"Nothing, my lord," Khadgar said truthfully.

"Don't know anything?" Medivan's voice rose as if it was about to break through the observatory, "you don't know anything? What are you doing here? Don't you bother to look into the people you're going to meet? You know, I may just be an excuse made up by your mentors to get rid of you, hoping that you will die on the way here! This is not the first time this has happened!"

"But there's really no clue to be found. You haven't done anything big!" Khadgar replied fiercely, and when he came back to his senses, he remembered who he was talking to, "I mean, you haven't done as much as I can find out, uh. No, I mean ......"

He was in a hurry to explain, and seemed to be in a hurry, but Medivan just smiled, "And what are the things you have found?" he asked.

Khadgar breathed a sigh of relief. Then he said, "You come from a family of mages. Your father was a mage from Azeroth named Nelath. Elam. Your mother is Egwene, and this "Egwene" is probably a title that comes before the name, as it has been around for at least 800 years. You grew up in Azeroth, and as a child you met King Ryan and Lord Lothar. What about the rest of ......," Khadgar's voice lowered. "I didn't find out at all. ”

Medivin stared at the brazier and nodded, "Very good, you still found something." More than the average person knows. ”

"And your name means 'Keeper of the Mystery' in High Elf language," Khadgar added, "and that's what I've investigated. ”

"Your profile is exactly right, but," Medivan looked suddenly tired. He stared at the brazier for a moment, "Egwene is not a title," he said slowly, "that's my mother's name." ”

"There must have been a lot of Egwene in history, maybe that's a surname?" Khadgar assumed.

"There is only one. Madivin said gloomily.

Khadgar laughed nervously, "But then she'll have to ......"

"She was over seven hundred and fifty-five years old when I was born," Medivan's words strangely leaked a sense of rejection towards his mother. "She's much older than that. I was the child she gave birth to in her later years. That's probably one of the reasons why Kenrito was so interested in what was in my library. Didn't they want you to come here for this library?"

"My lord," Khadgar said in as resolute a tone as he could, "to tell you the truth, all the high-ranking mages of Kenrito do want me to come to you and get something back. I'll try to satisfy them as much as I can, but if there's any private secret you'd like to keep, I swear I'll totally understand......"

"If I really wanted to hide something, you wouldn't have made it through the forest alive. "I want someone to help me organize the library and sort the books in it, and that's the beginning of my work." After that, it will be advanced to the management of the alchemy room. Well, you're going to do a good job. You see, you know the meaning of my name, and I know yours. Moros!"

"In. Your Excellency," the servant suddenly appeared from the shadows. Khadgar was startled (jumped up regardless of the occasion).

"Take this kid to the guest room below and let him eat something, he must be very tired today. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"May I ask a question, teacher?" Khadgar said. Noticing the other party's expression, he changed his words again, "I mean the Astral Mage......"

"Call me Medivan from now on. It's okay to call me the Keeper of Secrets, I have many other names, and they don't know all of them. ”

"What do you mean by saying you know the meaning of my name?" Khadgar asked.

Medivan smiled, and the room suddenly became bright and warm again, "You don't speak dwarven language. He asserted.

Khadgar shook his head blankly.

"My name means 'Keeper of Secrets' in High Elf language, and your name means 'trust' in Old Dwarven language. So I hired you by your name, young Khadgar, young trust. ”

Moros led Khadgar to his new quarters, explaining daily life in the tower in his ghostly voice as he went. The food at the Tower of Medivan is quite ordinary - cereal porridge and sausages for breakfast, cold food at noon, and two meat and one vegetarian meal is considered a luxurious, hearty meal. Cook rested after dinner, but was always left with a pile of leftovers left unattended. Medivin himself has almost no sense of time, and Moros and Cook have long learned how to trust each other as much as possible with their own affairs.

But Moros reminded that as an assistant rather than a servant like them, Khadgar had no such "privilege." Whenever the Master of Juggernaut needed him, he had to be willingly available.

"As an apprentice, it's the way it should be. Khadgar Road.

Moros stopped halfway and turned around (they were crossing the balcony of a room, which might have been used as a banquet hall or ballroom). "Kid, you're not an apprentice yet," he gasped. "Half doesn't count. ”

"But Madison said......"

"You can help with the library," Moros said. "You don't work as an apprentice. A lot of people have been assistants here. But no one can become Medivan's apprentice. ”

Khadgar frowned, feeling a little blushing. He hadn't heard of the mage class having a first-order before an apprentice. "How long does it take to ......"

"It's hard to say. Really," the servant gasped a few more times, "no one has been able to do it that long. ”

Two questions immediately popped up in Khadgar's head, and after a moment's hesitation, he still asked, "How many 'assistants' have been here before?"

Moros stared at the railing of the balcony for a moment. Khadgar didn't know if he was recalling or if he hadn't noticed his problem at all. Downstairs, in the hall, there was a large table and some chairs. They are all surprisingly neat. Khadgar speculated that Medivan might have rarely hosted banquets.

"Dozens," Moros finally spoke, "to say the least, dozens." Most of them are continental. There's also an elf. No, two elves. You're the first one from Kenrito. ”

"Dozens of ......," Khadgar repeated, and his heart pounded at the thought that Medivan might have welcomed dozens of young men like this. A sense of superiority is gone.

He asked another question: "How long have they been there?"

Moros replied quickly this time: "A few days, some just a few hours." Not even a single elf even went up to the tower. He tapped his blindfold with his index finger, "They've seen something, you know." ”

Khadgar remembered the figure in the doorway again and nodded.

Finally they arrived at Khadgar's quarters. It's not very far from that ballroom. "Clean up for yourself. Moros handed the lantern to Khadgar, "The toilet is in the innermost part. There was a night pot under the bed. Okay, let's go to the kitchen below. Cook will give you hot dishes. ”

Khadgar's room is deed-shaped, and is more suitable for the monastic monk's penance room (small black room) than for a mage. On one side of the wall was a narrow bed, and on the opposite side was an equally narrow table with an empty shelf. There is also a closet for things. Khadgar didn't even open his backpack, threw it into the closet, and paced to the window where he was also slender.

The windows are thin glass with strips of lead and rest on a central hinge. Khadgar slowly pushed open half of the window, the solidified lube at the bottom of the window being ripped open like soft mud.

The viewpoint here is still very high on the tower, illuminated by the double moon. The mountains surrounding the tower appear gray and bare. Looking out from this height, Khadgar found that it was clearly a huge crater in the past, weathered over time. Could it be that a certain mountain has been pulled out of this place like a tooth decay, or is it because the surrounding mountains are growing too fast, and the middle mountains are barely growing? What kind of magical place is left behind?

Khadgar suspects that Medivan's mother has been here since ancient times, watching the continent rise and fall, or even experience the opening of the world. Even by a mage's standards, eight hundred years is too long. Even if they live for 200 years, according to the textbooks, most human mages are as weak as thin paper. One touch and it died. Seven hundred and fifty-five years old and having a baby!Khadgar shook his head, wondering if Medivan was playing tricks on him?

Khadgar took off his travel cloak and looked at the "innermost" facilities—they were plain. But there was still a large vat of cold water, a washbasin and a quality mirror that had lost its luster. Khadgar tried to use a mirror spell to heat the water, but decided to let it go.

The water in the tank was good, and Khadgar felt much more comfortable after changing into a cleaner outfit - a comfortable knee-high shirt and a pair of gym pants. It's almost time to go. He took a small dinner knife out of his bag, thought about it for a moment, and tucked it into one of his boots.

He returned to the hallway and remembered that he didn't know where the kitchen was. There doesn't seem to be any food on the pen, so the kitchen must be in the tower. It is likely to be on the ground floor or on the first or second floor to facilitate the use of pumps. And it must be easy to get to the ballroom, even if it may not be used often.

Khadgar fumbled his way back to the balcony of the ballroom, but he still had to find the staircase he imagined to lead to the kitchen. So he had to choose between several exits in the ballroom. Khadgar chose the one that seemed most likely, and it turned out to be a dead end—only a hallway, ending in an empty house with no other exit, much like his own. He chose another path, and the result was similar. (To be continued.) )