White Tower.
Even though it was snowing outside, it was always as warm as spring, and the scenery was pleasant.
Little Goblin Loca pushed open the door to the secret chamber and stumbled out.
The damned advancement ritual had drained almost seventy percent of his life force, and he barely managed to advance.
His skyrocketing Mental Energy fluctuated uncontrollably, slowly returning to his consciousness according to the meditation technique he had just established. This oscillation would last for half a year, and it would only stop when Little Loca had completely stabilized his Mental Origin.
Behind him, a small, tattered Magical Machine creaked out and spun around him. Then, with a dazzling sound of distortion, it turned into a small Spider Puppet Beast. There was a suitable seat for Little Loca on the oval-shaped metal platform.
In the advancement ritual just now, Little Loca had chosen to lower his vitality and strength to stimulate the surge in his Mental Energy. Only then did his Mental Energy reach the required level. And now, the biggest side effect was that his physique and strength had declined to varying degrees.
Especially his vitality, which was so weak that it was even weaker than a normal person!
At this point, even a child could kill him with a wooden stick, much less a powerful Wizard or Magical Creature.
Now, he could be said to be extremely weak!
However, this state was only temporary.
Once his skyrocketing Mental Energy stabilized, as a Level 1 Magical Machinist, he had many ways to replenish his lost vitality. One of the simplest was the Earth Fire Feast provided by the Wizard's Pagoda.
It was a type of Ground Fire Dragon that came from the depths of the Molten Fire World. Even though they were called dragons, they were essentially fire element lizards that lived near the Lava Sea. Even though they looked inconspicuous, they were still a type of pseudo-dragon.
Their flesh and blood naturally had indescribable nourishing and strengthening effects!
Of course, this was also because Little Loca was too poor.
If he had enough Magical Crystals, he could have chosen a higher grade of Fire Dragon Meat.
Yes, Fire Dragon Meat, real Fire Dragon Meat, fresh dragon meat taken from the body of a ferocious Fire Dragon!
Little Loca had never heard of such luxurious treatment in other Wizard's Pagodas.
As for the White Tower, as the headquarters of the Crimson Family, it was able to supply fire dragon meat without limit. This invisible benefit made many Magi envious.
Unfortunately, Locke had spent all the magic crystals he had accumulated during his apprenticeship on the advancement ceremony. When he staggered out of the secret chamber, there were only 17 magic crystals left in his waist pouch.
With this kind of wealth, it was obvious that he was not qualified to enjoy the Fiery Dragon Feast.
Taking a step back, being able to have some Earth Fire Feast to nourish his weak body was also pretty good!
However, just as he pushed open the door to his residence, a huge wave of shouts rushed in from outside, almost flipping him over.
Unbeknownst to him, all kinds of people had gathered outside the door.
There were human acolytes, goblin acolytes, witch acolytes … Of course, most of them were the 'aunties' from the goblin plane.
Goblins crowded the corridor in front of the residence. As soon as Locke opened the door, they cheered and swarmed in, lifting him up and throwing him into the sky.
This was the highest form of etiquette the goblins used to welcome a hero and a victorious warrior.
A large group of goblins gathered around Locke, reaching out to touch his body. They were proud of it, cheering and jumping in joy.
As for the acolytes from other races, they stood at the periphery, clapping their hands and smiling at Locke.
"Alright, alright … Hurry up and put Sir Locke down. His body can't handle all of you right now …" A goblin leader dressed in exquisite warrior armor shouted loudly, stopping the goblins from carrying Locke out to parade him through the streets.
Then, he pushed through the crowd and came in front of Locke, bowing and smiling, "Sir Locke, congratulations on advancing to become a Magus. I represent Sir Kabi to congratulate you sincerely. Also … "
He waved his hand, and a group of goblins dressed in chef attire ran up from behind him, each holding an exquisite plate in their hands. They opened the silver lids, revealing the fire dragon ribs that had been cooked to perfection.
The rich aroma that assailed his nostrils immediately triggered Locke's appetite. His body, which was in desperate need of energy, let out a frenzied voice from his limbs. "I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat …"
If not for the last bit of restraint he had as a Magus that allowed him to maintain his rationality, Locke would have probably pounced on the ribs and gobbled them up.
After becoming a Magus, his spiritual dignity was naturally incomparable to when he was an acolyte.
Hearing the greetings of 'Sir Locke', Locke felt for the first time the majesty and honour of a Magus' status. Under the crowd's cheers and adulation, Locke's mentality quickly matured, and a trace of the restraint and pride that a Magus should have appeared on his face.
A formless spiritual pressure slowly dispersed, and the goblins around Locke instinctively retracted their smiles, retreating in all directions. Only the goblin warrior remained in place, his expression unchanged.
"You … You're here on behalf of Sir Kabi?" Locke asked hesitantly.
In the hearts of all the goblins, Kabi's name held an important position!
He was like a superstar in the goblin plane. Every goblin's idol was either the invincible Sir Tigole or the intelligent Sir Kabi.
One of them was a scholar while the other was a warrior, representing the goblin race. In the human-dominated Magus World, they fought for a rare opportunity for the goblins to grow and develop.
If not for their pioneering development, the goblin race might not have been able to escape the fate of being enslaved and squeezed dry. If not for their bravery, the tens of thousands of goblins wouldn't have been able to step out of the plane and openly walk in the Magus World as legitimate merchants and acolytes.
Such a great achievement was enough to put Tigole and Kabi's names on par with all the goblin predecessors of the past. In fact, they might even surpass them!
Thus, when he suddenly heard this extremely familiar name, Locke felt his heart surge with excitement.
"Yes, Sir Locke!" The goblin warrior said respectfully, "Sir Kabi heard that the goblin race's first official Magus is about to be born, and specially sent me here to congratulate you. These … are your congratulatory gifts! "
"Apart from this, what else did Sir Kabi say?"
"Sir Kabi also said that if you are willing to join the Goblin Trade Union, all of your material expenses will be covered by the union. Apart from this, the trade union is willing to sponsor you with 500 magic crystals every month. In addition, you will have priority in purchasing the resources and materials passed through the trade union … "
The goblin warrior was also very eloquent. He promised countless preferential and convenient conditions in one go, which made Locke's heart palpitate with excitement.
However, just as he was about to agree, Locke's gaze swept across the human and witch apprentices at the periphery. Their gazes flickered, filled with eagerness and eagerness, as if they were eager to talk to him.
The explosive increase in his spiritual force gave Locke an even smarter and sharper mind, as well as a more meticulous and meticulous way of thinking. This made him retract the words at the tip of his tongue, instead replying with a polite smile. He patted his stomach and said softly, "I'm hungry!"
"Sir Locke is about to eat! Unrelated people, leave first! "
As the goblin warrior shouted, the acolytes and goblins who came to congratulate Locke could only reluctantly leave the residence. As for the number one Magician of the goblins, he finally had the chance to sit down and eat to his heart's content under the attentions of his servants.
As for Locke's former close teammates, the Anatomy Refinery acolyte Ankeso and the Plant acolyte Eikkel could only blend in with the crowd, staring at the noble and arrogant little goblin in the distance, unable to approach him at all.
Sir Locke was too busy now, so busy that he did not have the time to meet these two 'teammates'.
Moreover, so what if he met them? The gap between the status of a Sorcerer and an acolyte between them was not something that could be filled up by the 'faint' familial ties of the past.
Sorcerers … This world belonged to Sorcerers!
… …
White Tower.
In a spacious and bright magic room on the twelfth floor, Meryl was frowning as she read through the secret magic texts. Most of them were material applications submitted by the family's Sorcerers.
The more documents she read, the more Meryl's frown deepened.
Finally, she put down her magic pen and rubbed her forehead as she began to think silently.
The old sly fox Venlier, who had been standing by her side to assist her in her work, raised his head and looked at her in confusion.
"The requests for ordinary materials have increased by 37% compared to last month. This is a huge expense!" Meryl explained simply, her mind in turmoil.
Venlier, who was dressed in an elegant noble's attire, shook his head and let out a bitter laugh. He comforted her, "Lady Meryl, you don't have to worry anymore. In another three months, the resource point in the Elovis region in the center of the continent will be able to operate smoothly. When that time comes, the family will no longer have to purchase ordinary materials from the outside, and we will be able to be self-sufficient … "
"I know what you're saying. But … That will still take three months! The family's current Magical Crystal reserves are already less than a million, this is something to worry about … "
"Should we … get the Lance Dimension's Dragon Hunters to move out again?"
"No, we've just killed two level one little dragons last month, and the commotion we caused has yet to die down. If we move out now, we'll easily be targeted by the dragons. Let's wait a little longer … Right, is there any special situation in the Wizard's Pagoda today? "
"There really is, Lady Meryl!"
"Oh, tell me about it!"
"Among the batch of Gnome Apprentices that the family's leader forcefully migrated here, one of them has successfully advanced. He's currently celebrating in the lower levels!"
"Hmm? A Gnome Wizard? Even though it sounds a little awkward, it's still a supplement to the family's strength. Go, tell that Gnome to join the White Tower, and all of the family's level one knowledge will be open to him … Get those stinky merchants and lousy warriors to step aside! "
"Yes!" Venlier smiled when he heard this.
Benefits, power, women, Magical Crystals, and knowledge … If all these things were placed in front of that lucky fellow, which would it choose?
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