Chapter 19

Because he had to discuss a round of business first, Annan didn't directly bring Shisanxiang and Husky with him.

Instead, the two of them were thrown on the lower floor.

Considering that Husky is too naive, he might be easily fooled by those witches... Thirteen Xiang didn't dare to let her out of his sight for too long.

So with Annan's help, they first invited several tutors—and then asked the tutors to invite male and female prefects.

Compared with asking the prefects themselves... this can make the prefects more patient. Because this is not to discuss business with these wizard apprentices, but to let them fulfill the requirements of the mentors.

These young wizards who have just been recruited into the Black Tower of Zedi are in a critical period.

Excited by the magic of magic, they realized the difference between themselves and mortals.

But on the other hand, none of them have mastered the real technology... and therefore have not participated in complex projects.

So, they haven't been beaten by society yet. He still couldn't consider that he might be a badass. After another two years, the instructor will arrange some jobs for them. Only then will these wizard apprentices truly realize the gap between them.

Some people are able to guarantee silver, and can even have a very professional and academic discussion with their instructors before advancing to bronze; while some people can't even fill the four spell slots of the apprentice level, and it is extremely strenuous to advance to bronze .

It's not even counted as the son of the tower who is so talented that he was chosen as the heir by the master of the tower.

For the first two years, they had a very close relationship... mainly to do with the lower course pressure. In two more years, there will be a considerable gap between them.

The future social circle of those wizards who have worked hard to advance to the bronze rank and the great wizard who can easily advance to the silver rank is completely different. By that time, many young wizards will have real awareness.

They will begin to realize that even if they can be selected to study in the wizard's tower... they will not become the powerful and noble great wizards in the legend.

Although they don't need any rare traits, and don't need to complete any achievements in nightmares, as long as they fill up the spell list, they can advance to a smooth road to silver...

But even so, it doesn't mean that everyone can advance to silver. It is precisely because of the fairness of the environment that many people are completely desperate-because they don't even have the room to complain about the unfairness of the environment.

At that time, whether it is to protect some small nobles, or to do various side businesses, or even to become adventurers and mercenaries to take orders...even as a dignified wizard, to be a noble teacher to teach culture classes The job that should be accepted is still to be accepted.

After all, it is to live.

Transforming a wizard is indeed a good job.

The high-ranking transformation wizards are indeed the ones who earn the most money among all schools.

——But this does not mean that entering Zedi Black Tower will lead to a good job.

But today's little wizards obviously don't understand this truth.

Their biggest advantage these days... is precisely because of the simplicity of the first two years.

Even their parents don't know what their talents are. In this way, they can easily get "subsidy" from home. And their overly arrogant psychology and eagerness to prove their professionalism make them quite easy to deceive...

Huskies may not be able to handle it, but it is still very easy for Thirteen Xiang to fool these children.

After all, they are great wizards of the silver rank—even though the list of spells is still more than half empty, for these apprentice wizards, this is exactly what they dreamed of.

For them, this is the shining "idol".

With the blessing of these multiple buffs, Husky and the others want to swindle some investment...or, "After collecting player feedback, seek a wave of fundraising to provide early sponsorship for games that have entered the development plan in exchange for early access Qualification" behavior, naturally there will be no resistance.

And Annan was alone, taking an elevator-like mechanism to the top floor.

This is a single-room structure that looks like the president's office and also looks like a luxuriously decorated study. The Zedihei Tower becomes narrower as it goes up, like an obelisk with a map on it.

The area of ​​the ground floor is about three or four buildings joined together, and only two floors are enough for students living in three to five years. But on the top floor, there was only one room left.

It is probably larger than Annan's bedroom in the Grand Duke's Mansion.

But that's about it.

In the very center of the study, a dim yellow candle was burning quietly.

And on the inner side of the table, there is a cup of hot black tea - but there is no one on the seat. There is no second chair on the opposite side.

Annan didn't see the Pagoda Master Hugo in a gorgeous red robe, but his perception told him...there was clearly someone in this room.

"—Sit down, Your Majesty Annan."

A young voice suddenly sounded in the room: "This tea is made for you."

Annan followed the sound and found a slender ghost standing in the corner of the room.

He was wearing a pure black mask, and he was wearing the same style of clothing as Salvatore—the long windbreaker with a stand-up collar and an exceptionally high collar that could even cover his cheekbones when he lowered his head slightly.

The mask has no eyes, no mouth, not even holes for breathing. There's just a shimmering "Alpha" red symbol.

He has no hair and no hands. Or it can be understood that his hands are hidden in his abdomen, and the windbreaker does not have sleeves.

He stood upright—legs so thin and straight that he couldn't even tell if it was one leg or two.

It's almost like a telegraph pole has become fine.

With his appearance, he obviously couldn't sit down, let alone drink tea.

"Master Hugo Tower."

Annan was not polite.

He just nodded slightly, greeted Hugo Pagoda Master, then held the "two-color scepter" in his left hand, and sat on the seat without changing his expression.

It looked as if Annan was the owner of this room—and Hugo was just an assassination force reporting the situation to the owner.

After Annan sat down, his expression became serious again.

He seriously asked Hugo Pagoda Master: "You asked Longjing Tea to send me a message... you said you wanted me to come, but you couldn't let me tell Salvatore. What happened?"

"I think His Majesty should have already guessed it."

"I guessed something, but I don't know if it's right."

Annan did not deny it, but nodded.

He frowned slightly: "Is it the hidden danger caused by the previous confrontation with Bernardino?"

"Not only that……"

The slender ghost made a rather young voice: "I want to confirm one more thing with you.

"——The Book of the Skycart, you've already collected it all... right?"

Annan paused slightly.

He picked up his teacup and took a sip. Then he nodded slowly.