Despite being a lowly servant, Allens still has the right to command low-level maids, magic golems, and animate armor.

So at his behest, the kitchen was quickly ready with sumptuous food, and in a few moments, dozens of delicate dishes with tantalizing aromas were served.

Looking at the never-before-seen dishes, as well as the artificial life and magic golems standing behind them, the three members of the Spellcaster's Guild all stared wide, as if they couldn't believe what they had seen with their own eyes.

Especially the latter, they couldn't even dream that all the daily work in a magical tower would be entrusted to artificial beings and puppets.

Among them, the intelligence of artificial beings is not even inferior to that of normal humans, not only can they perform extremely complex commands, but also have a certain degree of subjective judgment, coupled with their exquisite appearance and figure, they are simply the dream helper of every spellcaster.

Astound!

Praise!

Envy!

Adore!

......

Stimulated by a series of complex emotions, a middle-aged spellcaster with a mustache clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and muttered to himself: "Heaven! This is simply the paradise that the caster dreams of!"

"You're right! this is heaven for us! Tell me, Aarens, how the hell can we stay?" the other spellcaster couldn't help but ask.

When the young man heard these words, he immediately shook his head with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, I don't know. In fact, I don't even know why the tower owner took me in. ”

"Damn, then why don't you take us to the tower master?" the middle-aged man with a mustache stood up suddenly, his tone revealing a strong sense of ambition.

He didn't need to ask to know that he felt that since Zhang Cheng was willing to take in an apprentice with ordinary talent, he would naturally not refuse him.

"Taking you to the Tower Master?" Allens looked at an idiot in his eyes. "You think I have that right? No, I'm just a lowly servant who doesn't even have permission to leave the Tower. Got it, and if the tower master wants to see you, he will appear in front of you instead of waiting for a servant to introduce you. ”

"Damn!

"I'm just as unwilling!"

"Shut up! Look at your ugly appearance at the moment! Do you still deserve to be called a proud spellcaster?"

The old man really couldn't see it, so he took the initiative to stand up and stop talking.

Soon, however, he turned his attention to his former apprentice and lowered his voice to probe: "Tell me, Airens, what kind of man is the tower master, why did he build such an amazing magic tower deep in the forest, and what about those terrible monsters?"

"I'm sorry, mentor, I don't know anything. Even so far, I have only seen the tower master no more than ten times. The young man deliberately pretended to be very embarrassed.

He is not a fool, he understands that the other party wants to take the opportunity to find out the details of the tower master, and then decide what action to take.

From the moment he became an apprentice, he had made up his mind to leave the past behind and give all his allegiance to the great Tower's master.

After all, worshipping and following the strong is the instinct of the vast majority of intelligent beings, regardless of good or evil, order or chaos.

Turning the pages of the history of the earth, look at the barbaric steppe peoples from the north, one counts as an executioner with blood on his hands, plundering wealth and slaughtering civilians at every turn.

But so what?

It is not that there is a large group of so-called "historians" and "historians" who have whitewashed them, and even an out-and-out scum like Temujin can be called "a generation of heavenly pride".

Human beings have established a ridiculous moral system, and at such times they will be selectively blind, and even classify it as primitive and backward as human civilization in the past.

"I don't know?" the old man frowned, obviously not satisfied with this answer.

Allens nodded without hesitation: "I really don't know anything! The only thing I know is that the tower master is an extremely powerful spellcaster, and at the same time, extremely wealthy, very precious and rare materials for us, but he never cares about them." Also, the collection of books in the library here is so eye-opening that I may not be able to master one percent in my lifetime. ”

"So...... Can you take me to the library?" asked the old man, his eyes lit up.

"No, I can't. Regular visitors and game participants can only stay on the first floor at most, and if they enter the second floor, they will immediately be attacked by magic golems. Trust me, with the magical power you wield, you can't even break through their protections. Allens issued a meaningful warning.

He knew all too well what the spellcasters of these guilds could do for their precious magical knowledge.

"Alans, I'm formally asking you to meet with us no matter what, and if you don't want to go to the library, you can't go to the library. You see, the greedy nobles have their sights set on this place, and I must bring back enough evidence to prove to them that attacking this place was a wrong choice. ”

"Got it! I'll explain it to the tower master later. But you'd better not expect too much, he's not someone to be easily convinced. ”

"It doesn't matter. You just have to bring the words to you. ”

......

As the conversation ended, the youth quickly left the kitchen and returned to the upper floor of the tower.

Zhang Cheng had already finished dealing with the injured monster at this time, and was admiring the corpse of the knight who had just completed the transformation with great interest, and asked without looking back: "How is it? Did those guys say anything interesting?"

"Yes, master. They claim to have come on behalf of the Spellcaster's Guild and want to talk to you face-to-face. Allens replied with a deep bow on his chest with one hand.

"Hmph, self-righteous idiots, tell them that it's okay to meet me if they want to, but they have to go through my game first, or they don't talk. I never talk to trash! not in the past, not now, and not in the future. Zhang Cheng pursed the corners of his mouth and a contemptuous smile appeared.

"I see! I'll tell them exactly what you're saying. On top of that, I've also found out that some greedy guys are already eyeing this place, and it may not be long before some fools who can't help themselves come and send them to their deaths. ”

"Hahahaha! That's one of the few good news I've heard lately. Go on, I'm going to have a little more surprise for these fools in the next few days. ”

"As you wish!"

Seeing Allens disappear through the corridor and at the corner of the staircase leading to the lower floor, Zhang Cheng gently stroked the armrest of the chair, and his pupils flashed like stars, as if he wanted to merge with the stars in the sky......