"There are many half-planes in the tower, and most of the mages' laboratories are in these spaces. Although the area doesn't look big on the surface, it's actually much bigger than you think. But since you're a 'patient', you're not allowed to enter most of the public areas for safety reasons. Please understand."
Silvia brought Tyria out of the 'bedroom' she was in and gave her a brief introduction.
"Ah … Of course I understand. I definitely won't wander around."
Walking along the corridor, Tyria's eyes widened when she saw the open atrium of the tower. She was currently on the fourth floor of the Magic Tower, but because the atrium was hollowed out, she could even see the Dragons and high-ranked mages at the top of the tower. As far as the eye could see, there were many figures with two horns on their heads walking back and forth.
The atmosphere in the Magic Tower was obviously solemn and busy. Apart from the mages, there were countless acolytes and servants hurrying about, some even jogging to deliver various items and information. Small carts transporting magic materials were floating on an invisible track with the help of magic circles. Right below, Tyriya saw a two-metre-long black monster being dragged away in an iron cage.
"That … isn't a magical beast, is it?"
She stared at the struggling figure and asked in a low voice.
Sylvia came over to take a look and replied, "This should be some kind of 'demon-infected' animal. Because the influence of the demonic plane on this plane is getting stronger and stronger, not only humans, but many animals and magical beasts are showing abnormalities. According to my experience, the one you saw should be an infected sheep. "
"A sheep?!"
The corner of Tyria's mouth twitched. The monster's muscles were knotted, and its mouth was filled with sharp teeth. Only the spiral horns on its head were similar to 'sheep', but other characteristics made it impossible for people to associate it with a docile herbivore.
"One of the characteristics of the demon infection is that it makes the infected creature extremely aggressive. At the same time, it also makes them irritable." Sylvia led her forward along the corridor. "But as for the principle or the solution, more research is needed. I reckon that Elder Usilian will ask you about it. Oh right, I think you're … a low-ranked mage? "
"I'm an acolyte of a high-ranked mage, Ethan. My abilities have just passed the low-ranked mage's assessment, but … but I'm actually still far from it."
Tyria had always been very confident in her own level of magic. But after coming to Hollier City, she only felt that she was as insignificant as a reptile.
Sylvia, on the other hand, was not bothered at all. She said casually, "It's fine. Those who are mages can also write papers in exchange for credit points. Many people are not qualified to enter the Magic Tower even if they want to. Now that you've entered the Magic Tower because of this, I suggest you seize this opportunity and learn as much as you can."
Hearing this kind reminder, Tyria thanked him profusely with gratitude. However, she immediately recalled her 'identity issue'. After walking into the empty 'cafeteria' area with Silvia, she asked, "By the way, I just applied for my identity when I entered the city. Will that affect anything?"
"Oh? Did you just do it? That's … a little troublesome. "
Sylvia frowned and said, "Her Majesty doesn't have many requirements for her people, but 'identity recognition' is the most important thing. You have to understand that everything you enjoy in the Kingdom of Karen is closely related to the rights granted by Her Majesty. Without the seed improvement policy, people wouldn't be able to eat such cheap food. Without the rapid development of magic and technology in Hollier City, mages would only be able to struggle in their own fields for the rest of their lives without seeing the truth. Do you understand what I'm saying? "
Tyria was stunned. She didn't like the feeling of 'everything she did is bestowed by others', so she didn't say anything for a long time.
"You must have just arrived in the Kingdom of Karen, right? Let me put it another way. Whether it's Her Majesty the Queen, the Prime Minister, the Dragon Lord, or the Grand Mage, 'identity recognition' doesn't mean that you're loyal like a noble's servant. You need to know who you're standing with. Our current enemy isn't a certain country or a certain lord, but the entire race of another plane. If you don't think that you're standing with the Kingdom of Karen and all of humanity, then when war breaks out, whose side will you stand on? "
"Of course I'll stand on the side of humanity …"
"That's not necessarily true." Sylvia shook her head. "According to the records, when the High Elves were facing the invasion of the demons, many factions chose to stand on the side of the demons and became accomplices."
Sylvia herself had the appearance of a High Elf, but Tyria didn't realize this. She only thought of Sylvia as an 'elf'. She thought about the contents of the conversation just now and understood the meaning behind it. She nodded and said, "I understand now … As a Mage, I naturally have more power. In order to ensure that this power doesn't betray me, I have to deepen my understanding of the faction I'm on, right?"
"Yes, this is something that every single one of us has to do. Have you looked at your schedule? Other than treatment, you also have to go through a series of mental power training to prevent the bewitchment of the demons from affecting you. Only by having a firm belief in your heart can you better resist the invasion. This is the most important point. "
Hearing that this was related to her illness, Tyria immediately became serious. She quickly nodded and said, "I'll definitely do my best! That … "
Before she could ask anything else, two other figures suddenly walked into the empty cafeteria. Silvia and Tyria looked over at the same time, and discovered that it was a skinny youth and a mage wearing the same uniform as Silvia.
This was obviously another 'patient' and the Mage in charge of supervision. Sylvia greeted the Mage, then said to Tyria, "There's a rule here. You can talk to others in the public area, but you must do so under the supervision of the Mages in the tower. Also, you must maintain a distance of more than two meters."
"Two meters?"
"Because there was an accident before."
Sylvia deliberately didn't say much, but Tyria's expression turned cold. She knew that it probably wasn't something good.
The 'patient' didn't look good. Although he was a male, his face was pale and he was as thin as a stick. He stood there like a sapling that could be blown down by the wind at any time. After seeing Tyria, he didn't have any extra expression and quickly looked away.
Sylvia saw that they didn't have the intention to talk, so she continued to introduce how to order food in the canteen. She then brought Tyria to the 'Half Plane' where they could 'relax'. It was an open grassland with beautiful scenery and warm sunshine. However, Tyria was a little distracted. "I saw that person just now … wasn't in good condition?
"The invasion is at level 8. The probability of being cured isn't high."
Sylvia shook her head. "We can only do our best to save him."
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