Waiting is always a painful thing!

Especially when the people who desperately want to meet him ignore their love, the pain and resentment are enough to torture the three messengers from the Spellcaster's Guild to madness.

If it weren't for the indifference and power of the tower master, perhaps some daring creature would have tried to break into the second floor and go to the legendary library to read the indignant and valuable knowledge.

But sadly, the desire to live trumps the desire for knowledge and power.

In the end, these guys, who had accumulated a stomach full of resentment, stayed on the first floor honestly, and didn't dare to touch the stairs leading to the second floor.

Although there were no terrifying monsters or powerful magical golems guarding the spiraling staircase, the fear of death still hung over everyone's heads, and it did not dissipate at all.

Just as their patience was about to run out, Allens suddenly appeared and announced in a tone without a hint of emotion, "Come with me!

"What...... What?!" The middle-aged man with a mustache stood up abruptly, his face full of disbelief.

You must know that they have been still here for about half a month, except for eating, drinking, and lazing every day, they just stay in a closed environment and practice spells, and the only entertainment is to laugh with those artificial maids who have extremely high intelligence and subjective initiative during meals.

It can be said that if this life continues, maybe someone will soon go crazy and go crazy.

"The tower master agrees with you! Come on! Don't make him wait too long!"

After that, Allens didn't care whether the other party heard clearly or not, and directly turned around and walked up the stairs.

As the team leader, the old man naturally would not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and followed closely without saying a word, even if climbing the stairs caused his already poor physical strength to lose quickly, and he kept gasping for breath, but he didn't have the slightest intention of stopping.

After about five or six minutes, the group finally arrived at the room on the top floor of the tower.

As the master, Zhang Cheng was standing on the balcony at the moment, staring at the forest below that had been transformed beyond recognition, and asked without looking back: "You are the messengers of the self-proclaimed Spellcaster's Guild?"

"Yes, Master. My name is Isolt Riney, and I am the representative of the guild president with carte b担. The old man didn't dare to put on a proud appearance on weekdays, so he hurriedly touched his chest with one hand and bowed deeply.

After all, in the caster's circle, appearance and age are never the yardsticks to measure whether a person is strong or not.

There is only one true measure of strength, and that is strength, the purest form of magic.

"So, what do you want to say to me?" Zhang Cheng tapped the guardrail lightly with the index finger of his right hand, turned around and looked into the other party's eyes with a smile.

The old man who called himself Isolt Riny hesitated for a moment, quickly took out a somewhat yellowed scroll from his waist bag, and responded with a wry smile: "I can't describe it in words, you better see for yourself." ”

"Hehe, it seems that the conditions you offer are not very good, aren't they?" Zhang Cheng took it and opened it and glanced at it, the corners of his mouth slightly raised to reveal a sarcastic smile.

Leaving aside the rest of the above clauses for the time being, just exchanging magical knowledge with each other makes it clear that they want to take advantage of them unscrupulously.

What is the magical knowledge in his library?

It is a valuable result of learning, communicating, and finally summarizing from countless worlds, and if you give it to an apprentice with a talent for magic, you can train it to become a powerful spellcaster in a short period of time.

And what about the other side?

It's just a small town magic association on this planet, where there will be any valuable knowledge.

In addition, the idea of exchanging money and goods for all kinds of precious materials is also whimsical, revealing naked greed between the lines.

Isolt undoubtedly knew how wrong the guild was, and sighed helplessly and explained, "I understand that you must be angry in your heart right now, thinking that you have been provoked for no reason, and I am sorry for that. But don't be upset because we didn't know exactly how powerful you really were before coming to this place. ”

"Angry? Hahahaha! No, I just think it's ridiculous. Zhang Cheng laughed and shook his head. "You know what's going on? what you're doing reminds me of a dog barking at a dragon, and it looks so ironic. Forget it, I don't want to waste too much talk with the frog at the bottom of the well. Allance, take them to the library, and I graciously allow the three to stay in it for ten hours, and then kick them out. ”

"As you wish!, master!" said the young man, bowing slightly, winked at his former mentor, and led the way towards the library.

Although the other two tried to argue, they were stopped by Isolt, who honestly followed the young man and disappeared to the end of the hallway.

After walking away, the middle-aged man with a mustache couldn't help but question: "Why didn't you let us talk just now?" Maybe we can persuade the tower master to change his mind and reach a few agreements. ”

"Don't be stupid, my friend, have you ever seen a dragon negotiate with a wild dog? For the powerful tower master, we and the Spellcaster's Guild are that pathetic and ridiculous wild dog, understand?" the old man unceremoniously told everyone about their current miserable situation.

Ever since he personally felt the surging energy that Zhang Cheng unconsciously emanated like the sea, he realized how outrageous the president and those nobles in the city were wrong.

They were not faced with a rich recent situation at all, but a dragon's lair inhabited by monstrous and terrifying dragons.

That's right!

A group of idiots who don't know the height of the sky are actually spying on the wealth that belongs to the dragon!

It's almost like suicide!

For now, Isolt just wants to go to the library to see how much precious magical knowledge there is on the shelves, and then bring back the brutal truth.

As for whether the other party is willing to believe it or not, then it doesn't matter to him.

Anyway, as long as the lord and spellcaster dare to send an army, he will choose to leave without thinking, and the province will be implicated.

The other two people in the team had similar ideas, the only difference being that they were desperate to get something from the library that would make them stronger.

Selfishness has always been a common problem of spellcasters, or more precisely, of those in higher positions.

As the ruling class standing at the top of the pyramid structure, they don't care about the lives of others, even blood relatives, let alone civilians who can harvest as much as leeks.