It was now winter. The owner of the Holy City's Astali III Tower, Mahetab, had long obtained a set of magical equipment made of silk. Of course, it had also become her regular equipment, and it could even be said to be her most luxurious set. It was suitable for weddings, funerals, showing off, and going out to fight monsters.
She wished she could make a few more sets of this set of robes, including the undergarments. Unfortunately, the only mage who had the ability to make it was unwilling to give in. Even the promised reward had not been fulfilled yet. Until a few days ago, the great mage Fanny Tikal had asked her to borrow the energy pool of the Magic Tower.
Lending the energy pool of one of the core six towers of the Holy City to an unrecognized outsider, the other six tower owners, and even some elders who had lived in the Holy City for a long time, had a lot of complaints. Even if the energy pool on the third floor of the five-story Magic Tower was the least important.
But this was not important, and it was only compared to the energy pools on the fourth and fifth floors. In the outside world, being able to come into contact with the energy pool of the Magic Tower was an incredible thing. Not to mention the average person, most mages might not have such an opportunity in their lifetime.
Every time the Warlock Saint Mahetab thought about this, she felt a little regretful. But as soon as she put on the silk robe, she wished she could borrow it a few more times and exchange it for a few more sets of silk robes. It was difficult to describe her conflicted feelings to outsiders.
Now that the other party had really come to borrow it, the Warlock Saint could not help but seriously consider the possibility of reneging on the debt.
Using the method used to deal with demons to find loopholes in the written contract? … No, there was no contract at the beginning, it was just a verbal agreement.
Because it was a verbal agreement, she would not admit it even if she was beaten to death? … No, it felt like she would really be beaten to death … Mahetab seriously analyzed the difference in combat power between the two sides. During this period of contact with the Demon King, she had tested the other party's depth. However, the conclusion would make one feel hopeless.
Find an excuse to stall for time? … No, if the reason was the same as before, she would still be beaten to death.
Using the reason that the other six tower owners did not agree as a reason to reject the other party's request? … Very well, the number of people who would be beaten to death would increase to at least six. Should she feel happy about this?
The most reliable method would probably be to help the other party find a Magic Tower that was willing to lend the energy pool. She had once said that she only needed a large amount of power to carry out a ceremony. It didn't matter where it was held, and it didn't have to be held in the Holy City's Six Pagodas.
But … as the most important part of the Magic Tower, his reputation was not so great that the other tower masters were willing to lend it to him. Every Tower Master of a Magic Tower was like a local tyrant, sneaking into the tower whenever there was a disagreement. If others wanted to attack or force them, they would have to pay the price. The only magic tower that Maha Tab could control was his own magic tower, the Estali III Tower.
In the end, the Warlock Saint, who had already paid the price, could only choose to try his best to watch from the side during the ceremony to reduce the possibility of the other party causing trouble. However, if the enemy really wanted to cause trouble, would he be able to stop them in time with the speed of activating traps or attacking spells inside the Magic Tower?
The Magic Tower's combat style had always been to wait for the enemy to be exhausted. It wasn't very good at dealing with unexpected situations inside. Although the Six Towers of the Holy City had considered this tactic before, it was uncertain whether it would be able to deal with an enemy of the former Demon King's level.
Thus, the Warlock Saint Mahathab welcomed the promised guest in a state of unease.
Because there were other people accompanying them, Fen and Lin did not directly use the Flash Spell to go to Tower III. The three apprentices and the self-proclaimed slave, Malcolm, acted as the four drivers. They drove the four Model 732A cars, bringing the three Church of Holy Light's High Priestess of Life, as well as the helpers that Fen had recruited from the Life Lesson, to Tower III.
The Warlock Saint Mahathab's student, the seductive female mage with noble status, was standing in front of the door on the first floor, welcoming everyone. She was also wearing a black gauze robe, and the tight cut of silk exposed her curves without reservation.
She wanted to ask Fen for a set of silk robes of the same level as her teacher's. Unfortunately, in terms of power, she couldn't threaten anyone. In terms of wealth, she couldn't afford the price that Lich might ask for. Thus, she could only get herself some ordinary silk clothes to wear and satisfy her cravings. Especially the designs of the underwear, she and her teacher loved them so much that they couldn't put them down.
Thus, whenever she saw the Lich, she would be especially attentive. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, it was always good to get familiar with someone and leave a good impression. This was the rule of survival in the circle of nobles. Fen didn't dislike this. Although she didn't say anything, it wasn't as if she couldn't give her some pointers.
After all, even if she wasn't a mage, she was still a noble of the empire. Even if the Guevana Empire's men and women were separated from each other, it was still unavoidable for women to compete with each other.
Other than Fen, who was the focus of the group, the others were all sought after and fawned upon. The High Priestess of Life of the Three Church of Holy Light had all kinds of strange diseases, broken limbs, and resurrected from the dead. As long as the donations were in place, no one would die in front of them.
Just by looking at how all the mages and warriors backed away and lowered their heads wherever these white-robed old men went, one could tell how high their status was in the Holy City of Estali.
But don't think that they were respected only because of their ability to heal the wounded and save the dying. Sometimes, when they saved someone's enemy, the enemy would come knocking on their door. At this time, these High Priestesses of Life could wear heavy armor and wield warhammers, hammering until no one dared to have an opinion about who they saved. They could also ask people if they wanted to convert to the Lord of Life. This was the real reason why they were respected.
With the protection of the God of Life, this group of high priestesses could maintain their vitality even in their old age. They also had the ability to tear apart tigers and leopards and tear apart bears with their bare hands. Thus, no one dared to look down on them. Even if they were torn apart, there would be no treatment.
However, people of such high status were only followers of Fen, and didn't dare to show any emotions. This was because not only were their knowledge crushed, but their strength was also crushed. They were also crushed in terms of age. Especially those who mentioned the last point, they would suffer great misfortune. Fen did everything she could to show these people that she once had the title of 'Demon King', and it wasn't for fun.
As for Gabrach Tripwood, who wore a black tortoise robe and looked like a living skeleton, he was like a person on the edge. He lowered his head and walked at the outermost edge of the group, not saying a word. If someone who didn't know the situation saw it, they would think that they just happened to be going the same way.
But the mage in charge of reception was very clear that this man's power in the group was definitely not as low as outsiders thought. Even the technique of making silk robes was mastered by this man.
It was just that … it wasn't so easy to get close to him. The most important thing was his appearance. For a noble girl who had followed the Warlock Saint and learned magic, although she knew that appearance really wasn't a problem for a true powerhouse. But from a physiological level, this proud girl really couldn't stand in front of him and speak properly.
Thus, every time she saw this mage, the students of the Warlock Saint Mahathab couldn't help but turn their faces away, hoping not to sully their eyes a few more times. But in the blink of an eye, there seemed to be a lot of people behind that mage …
Did she miss it before?
But she missed more than 20 elves at once. She must be blind. The female mage couldn't help but rub her eyes, wanting to see where these 20 elves who suddenly appeared should have come from.
First of all, they couldn't have come in those small cars that were the most popular in the Holy City recently. Four cars wouldn't be able to carry so many people. It would be fine if there was a truck from the Association of Technology. That kind of big car could easily fit 20 to 30 people.
As for walking? For more than 20 elves in holy robes, it was hard not to become the center of attention. In particular, the things they carried all exuded an extraordinary aura. Whether it was the antler staff, the seven-colored parrot on the shoulder of a certain elf, the white lotus out of the water, the pure bottle willow branch, and so on, they were definitely not ordinary things.
How could such a team be missed? But they seemed to have appeared out of thin air and suddenly appeared in front of Tower III.
And upon closer look, one would find that these 20 or so elves in holy robes actually belonged to more than 20 high-ranking members of the Turtledove Alliance. That was to say, there were more than 20 types of three-feathered birds on them. It was estimated that all the high-ranking members of the alliance had gathered.
What were they doing here? The female mage's forehead under the veil couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
In fact, what she didn't notice was that the mage she didn't like also had the three-feathered bird symbol on him, with a black background and golden lines. It was very similar to Fasnath's black background and silver lines, but as long as there was one difference, the meaning it represented in the alliance was different.
The most special thing was that the three-feathered bird symbol belonged to Lin. The round dot of the eye was water blue mixed with bits of brown. That was the appearance of Earth, and the brown color was the land of Asia.
It was precisely because of this eye that the three-feathered bird symbol could be stabilized on the black tortoise robe. Otherwise, when he asked the two girls to embroider the three-feathered bird with a black background and golden lines, the bird would disappear when he woke up. Those who didn't know would think that it had been eaten by the snake turtle. After all, this robe could no longer be viewed with common sense.
This group of elves was the wood elves who had silently disappeared from various parts of the mysterious land. Relying on the coordinates provided by Lin at the last minute, they used Flash to teleport here from their respective World Tree Tribes. This method was also the tactic to launch a surprise attack on the Elven Kingdom in the future.
As the pioneers, these wood elves were not only the best in their respective tribes, but in the mysterious land, they also stood in the ranks of the strong and looked down on most people. Among them, most of them were Transcendents, and a few of them were Great Druids.
This was because the Mage Saint's student was blind and didn't recognize this group of famous elves in the mysterious land's adventuring circle. Otherwise, with their combat strength and the incarnation of the World Tree in their hands, it wasn't impossible for them to take down a five-story Magic Tower. If they really recognized this group of elves, it wouldn't be something that could be solved with cold sweat. They would have to immediately prepare for battle.
However, of course, they weren't here to attack the tower. Instead, they were here to assist Lich under the orders of their masters. But it wasn't really their job to assist. Their main job was to place the incarnation of the World Tree in the correct position, then they could wait on the side. In Fen's words, they were too stupid to be of any use.
The elves gritted their teeth.
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