At this time, someone knocked on the door of the reception room on the top floor of the Sage Tower.
Three people were sitting in the reception room, one old, one middle, and one young. The old one was wearing a gray robe and had a grizzled beard. He was thin and emaciated, coughing from time to time as he sat there. He didn't seem to be in good health. In contrast, the middle-aged man sitting across from him was a lot more spirited. His hair and beard were meticulously combed, and although his clothes didn't look luxurious or ostentatious, the exquisite fabric and fine workmanship made it clear that they were the handiwork of a famous master. It was very likely that just this set of clothes was enough to cover an ordinary family's annual expenses.
The young man sitting next to him didn't seem to be over thirty years old, but the shocking thing was that there was a thin silver pattern on the cuffs of his black robe.
In other words, this was a Great Mage that wasn't even thirty years old!
But in this reception room, whether it was the wealthy middle-aged man or the young Great Mage, they were all very respectful and even somewhat humble towards that old man.
Because that old man was called Solomon, the leader of Thousand Sails City's Mage Guild, one of the three big shots of the Sage Tower.
In Thousand Sails City, the three big shots of the Sage Tower were legendary existences. They rarely appeared in front of people, and in the past few years, almost no one had personally seen them take action. People only knew that these three powerful mages who jointly controlled the Sage Tower had already stepped on the path of High Mages ten years ago. Their current strength could only be described as unfathomable.
Their existence was the true reason why the Sage Tower had always stood at the peak of Thousand Sails City. Challenging the Sage Tower wasn't a big deal, but facing the wrath of three High Mages was no joke. After all, they weren't some kind and benevolent elders. In those days, the infamous bandit group, Black Wing, had been incinerated by these three. That was a bandit group of over a thousand people, but in the end, not a single one of them survived.
"Come in." The knock on the door temporarily interrupted the conversation of the three. The old man had no choice but to show an apologetic smile to the two guests.
"Guild Leader Monchi, Wizard Ryan, my apologies for disturbing you." The person who pushed the door open was a young mage in his thirties. If Lin Yun was here, he would definitely recognize him at a glance. This young mage had appeared in the library before. When Mason was taken away, he seemed to have curiously glanced at Lin Yun.
After entering the door, the young mage first apologized to the two guests, then whispered a few words in Saruman's ear.
"Alright, I got it." After listening to the young mage's report, the old man nodded and revealed an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, President Monchi. There was a problem at the library."
"Library?"
"Library?" When Monchi heard that, his eyelids twitched a few times. Wasn't Mason in the library now?
How could Monchi not know what kind of person his son was? Normally, he relied on his family's influence to act without any misgivings. In addition, he had recently become a Great Mage with Ryan's help. He was proud of his success, so his actions were naturally more high-profile. Some time ago, during the gathering of the seven chambers of commerce, he had casually found an excuse to make a move on Locke Merlin's son, almost ruining the matter.
This time, he had spent a large sum of money, as well as a cooperation plan that could bring him enormous benefits. He had finally managed to send that kid to the Sage Tower's library. Before leaving, he had specifically warned him that the Sage Tower wasn't an ordinary place, and that he had to be a bit more restrained so that he wouldn't cause trouble for his family.
Thinking of all kinds of situations that could happen, Monchi couldn't help but feel a headache. Sometimes, he really couldn't understand. They were both his sons, so why was there such a huge disparity between Mason and Ryan? One was steady and shrewd, becoming a Great Mage at a young age, while the other only knew how to stir up trouble. Even advancing to a Mage required his elder brother's help.
When he returned this time, he had to discipline Mason properly. Otherwise, if he continued like this, who knew when he would cause trouble for the family.
Monchi hesitated for a while before asking with some difficulty, "President Saruman, is it Mason, he …"
"It's nothing, just a small problem." Saruman waved his hand, the smile still on his face. "It's just that in the library, there was a little unpleasantness between Mason and a young mage, but it's nothing. Solon has already gotten people to control the situation."
"I'm really sorry …" Monchi repeatedly apologized while inwardly sighing in relief. From Solomon's tone, Mason shouldn't have provoked a Mage of the Sage Tower. Fortunately, if that was the case, then he would apologise appropriately to Solomon and show some respect to the Sage Tower.
As for that young Mage, it would be best for him to be tactful. If he insisted on pestering them, then the Monchi Family wouldn't be easy to deal with.
The only thing he really needed to care about was the attitude of the Sage Tower. But it seemed that there shouldn't be too much of a problem at the moment. After all, the cooperation plan he had proposed was very attractive to the Sage Tower. At this crucial moment, Solomon would more or less give him some face.
As Monchi expected, Solomon quickly accepted his apology and didn't look into Mason's responsibility. Afterwards, the conversation between the two sides became even more pleasant. The content of the conversation was no longer limited to the cooperation plan. Without the rigidity of official business, the atmosphere in the reception room naturally became more and more harmonious. Gradually, it felt like they were chatting among friends.
In the middle, Solomon even talked about his own experiences. After all, Solomon had already set foot on the path of a High Mage a decade ago. His experiences were a legend to many people. Whether it was the extremely wealthy Monchi or Ryan, who had advanced to the Great Mage realm before the age of thirty, they were all greatly broadened after listening to him.
When they were about to leave, Saruman even sent them to the door. This was a rare treatment that might not appear even once in a few years.
After seeing off Monchi and his son, Solomon returned to the reception room. Solon, who had been waiting there the whole time, cautiously asked, "Teacher, should I go and appease Mason?"
In Solon's opinion, since his teacher was chatting happily with Monchi and his son, it was very likely that the Sage Tower and the Twin Moons chamber of commerce would cooperate. Mason, who had just been driven out of the library, might need to be appeased. After all, he was Monchi's son. If he made things too awkward, it wouldn't be good for the cooperation.
"Appease what? Make him f * ck off!" Who would have thought that the old man would directly say this after sitting down?
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