[Dear eldest sister and second sister:

This letter is written after I have just returned from a visit to the Lawrence family.

The old man of Mars is an old man with a cold heart and a warm heart. He agreed to help me, and tomorrow, I'll go to the Mage's Tower to meet that Olmedo.

The attitude of this man who robbed my lord of the city will influence my decision in this matter...... If I give up fighting for the position of the Lord of the Micro City and give up revenge, I hope you can forgive me.

Also, I received another letter two days ago. The letter says that Breezy is in danger and wants me to give up here and return to my family...... I'm not sure if this letter is from the family, but we'd better be cautious going forward.

I'm not sure if this letter will reach the family, or if our correspondence is under the watchful eye of the murderer?

Anyway, I'm fine here, some friends are helping me and helping me out of trouble. You don't have to worry about me, and you don't have to come here in person. The Ausulond leader is the foundation of the family, and it runs it well.

—Levi on August 16]

Annan put down the quill and rubbed his wrist, which was swollen from the air, to blow dry the ink from the letterhead.

The letter envelope was painted with fire paint.

The letter was to be sent to the Ausulund Territory - the letter detailing Annan's next trip would be a test to see if Annan would be attacked again.

It's about a week away from being revealed.

There are eight days left until the apocalypse forecast.

Annan doesn't know if the two times are related, but this dangerous performance of impersonating Levi won't be too long from over.

Annan hopes to get out of this troubled dispute as soon as possible. Rather than sitting in a position playing role-playing games with the aristocracy, Annan prefers to do what he wants without constraints, even if it is to become a salesman selling Susan's spinning machine.

But now, Annan still has to continue to wear the cloak of the king of the north, and the nobles are vain and wronged, adding weight to himself from being unloaded and killed.

The next trip to the Mage Tower is one of the weights.

……

Towering towers seem to echo the tops of snow-capped mountains in the distance.

Standing under this man-made structure, it is easy to feel your own insignificance.

"Do you know why the Mage Tower is a tower?"

In the circular square outside the Mage Tower, Michael who came to greet Annan asked.

"Because the tower extends to the sky and reduces its expansion on the ground. This symbolizes the desire to be away from the earthly world and to want to get in touch with the starry sky and the ethereal spiritual world. After saying that, Annan saw Michael's strange gaze: "I saw it from the book. ”

"Then why don't you just build a floating city?"

"Because mages just want to be high and not far from the world."

"Haha, I like that explanation."

Before entering the Mage Tower, Annan looked for Dela.

"Dela, do you want to come with me?"

"Don't."

Dela's refusal slipped out of the carriage.

Michael also forbids outsiders to enter the Mage's Tower, and gives Annan a badge to pin to his chest.

The badge is in the shape of a door that represents the visitor's identity.

"Olmedo is the same as me?"

"Well, but he's the lord of the city, so the badge won't be taken back......," Michael said in a complicated tone, "These should have belonged to you." ”

Annan didn't say anything, leaving Deira to wait for him in the carriage, and walked with Michael through the circular square and into the entrance of the Mage Tower.

As he stepped into the Mage Tower, Annan felt as if he had passed through a membrane like a curtain of water. Then, the busy and bustling hall of the Mage Tower unfolds before your eyes:

Clad in gray and brown mage robes, young mage apprentices hold thick books or magical materials, and the mage apprentices who learn to cast spells are dragged by the hands of the mages, who use disc magic.

Occasionally, a boy or a girl would run by with a pet or a summon or something Annan had never seen before, and a house-like halo wandered disorderly over the hall—

"The Mage Tower is divided into different functional areas. Alchemy layer, book layer, operation layer, potions layer. Michael introduced the breathtaking Annan.

"What floor are we going to?"

"The second floor. Visitors can only visit the first three floors. ”

Walking up the open spiral staircase to the second floor, Michael lowered his voice: "That usurper...... Olmedo has arrived. ”

The long blond hair, followed by the long and graceful figure with a corset waist, makes Olmedo's back look like a female knight.

"It's a good opportunity for you to get a closer look at him."

Michael said, taking Annan after Olmedo into a classroom.

"Oops, it's Novaroura's ......," Michael grumbled under the sight of the instructor on the podium. He likes nothing more than to have students go up and talk...... You're finished. ”

Michael's words were not untargeted, because when the words fell, Annan was chosen by Novaroura.

He had no choice but to stand in front of the podium, think for a moment and say:

"I'm a warlock."

With a slight pause, no boos and insults or arcane missiles, Annan continued: "But because I have only been a warlock for a short time, my personal experience may be rough......"

Ignoring Olmedo from the podium, Annan tentatively told a story about race...... It's the style of the Warlock's Codex, and the interested expressions of the mage apprentices in the classroom who are about their age show that they like to hear it.

After talking about the minotaur and the vampire, he started talking about the elves, and then irrepressibly thought of Dela.

The intently listening of the mage apprentices gave Annan the confidence to continue to mix the Warlock's Codex and Deella's feelings for herself:

"Elf...... They are as hot as fire. ”

A young apprentice interrupted Annan at this point and asked, "May I ask why the elves I see are so cold?" ”

"Because you're not familiar with it yet." Annan said euphemistically.

“…… The heat of a proud and indifferent elf in front of others in the face of his lover melts people...... And the elves are the most loyal race in love, and nothing can be done—"

Bang –

At this time, the door of the classroom was slammed open by a cloaked figure.

Clad in a mage robe made of rough linen, pointed ears sticking out of her scattered hair indicate the identity of the intruder—an elf.

"Who's talking nonsense!"

Screaming like a crisp birdsong, this elf, who was far from a normal elf, came to Annan, and on the chest of the bulging mage robe, after sticking dirty hair, a bloodshot eye stared at Annan: "Listen boy, you are not allowed to slander the noble elf!" ”

"Sorry I didn't mean to ......"

"Give me your address! I'll take the time to go over and tell you what a real elf looks like as soon as possible! ”

"What?"

"Hurry up!" She gradually lost her patience and grabbed Annan's mage robe and pulled him to her chest, an action that did not activate the mage robe's defensive spells. "You need to be corrected! Let me squeeze your misconceptions hard......"

"Give me your address!"

Annan thought that the contents of the Warlock's Codex seemed somewhat conservative.

What's going on with the elves of this world?

(End of chapter)