Casting spells

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 rich. It is a very precious and rare material for us. He But I never paid attention to it. In addition, the collection of books in the library here is simply an eye-opener, and I may not be able to grasp one percent of it in my life."

"So... can you take me to the library?" the old man asked with bright eyes.

"No, I can't. Ordinary visitors and game participants can only stay on the first floor at most. If they enter the second floor, they will be attacked by magic puppets immediately. Believe me, with the magical power you have, even them Even the defenses cannot be broken." Allens issued a meaningful warning.

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

"Alans! I am formally requesting you in the cousin guild in modern times. No matter what, we must find a way to get the tower owner to meet us. If it is impossible, we can go to the library. You must understand that those greedy nobles have already stared at you. Going here, I have to bring back enough evidence to prove to them that attacking here was a wrong choice."

"Understood! I will explain to the Tower Master later. But you'd better not have too high expectations, he is not someone who can be easily persuaded."

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

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

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

"Yes, master. They claim to represent the Spellcasters Guild and want to talk to you face to face." Allens replied with one hand on his chest and bowed deeply.

"Hmph! Self-righteous idiots! Tell them it's okay to meet me, but you have to pass my game first, or you won't talk. I never talk to crap! Not in the past, not now, and never will be." Zhang Cheng pursed his lips with a contemptuous smile.

"Understood! I will tell them what you said. Besides, I also found out that some greedy guys have already set their sights on this place. Maybe it won't be long before some fools who are overwhelmed will come. Send to death."

"Hahahaha! Very good! This is one of the few good news I have heard recently. Go on, I will prepare more surprises for these fools in the next few days."

"As you wish!"

Watching Alans pass through the corridor and disappear at the corner of the stairs leading to the lower floor, Zhang Cheng lightly stroked the armrest of the seat, his pupils shone brightly like stars, as if he wanted to merge with the stars in the sky ...

Chapter 42 Dragon and Wild Dog

Waiting is always a pain!

Especially when the person who desperately wanted to meet ignored him, the pain and resentment were enough to drive the three envoys from the Spellcasters Guild crazy.

If he hadn't witnessed the indifference and power of the tower master with his own eyes, maybe some bold guy would try to break into the second floor and go to the legendary library to read the maddeningly valuable knowledge.

But sadly, the desire to survive trumped the desire for knowledge and power.

In the end, these guys who had accumulated a lot of resentment stayed on the first floor obediently, not daring to touch the stairs leading to the second floor.

Although there are neither terrifying monsters nor powerful magic puppet guards on the spiral staircase, the fear of death still hangs over everyone's head, and it has not dissipated at all.

Just when their patience was about to run out, Allens suddenly appeared and announced in an emotionless tone: "Come with me! The tower master agrees to see you!"

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

You must know that they have been left here for about half a month. Apart from eating and drinking, they just stay in a closed environment to practice spells every day. The only entertainment is eating with those who have extremely high intelligence and subjective initiative The artificial maid made a few jokes.

It can be said that if this kind of life continues, maybe some people will go crazy and go crazy soon.

"The Tower Master agrees to see you! Come on! Don't make him wait too long!"

After all, Allens turned around and walked up the stairs regardless of whether the other party heard clearly.

As the leader of the team, the old man will naturally not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he will follow closely behind, even if his already poor physical strength is rapidly drained by climbing the stairs, and he keeps panting heavily, but he doesn't stop at all. down means.

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, looking at the forest below that had been transformed into an unrecognizable forest, and asked without looking back, "Are you the envoys who call themselves the Spellcasters Guild?"

"Yes, Master. My name is Isolt Rini, and I am the representative entrusted by the guild president." The old man did not dare to put on his usual haughty appearance, and hurriedly put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply.

After all, in the circle of spellcasters, appearance and age have never been the yardstick to measure a person's strength.

There is only one real measure of strength, and that is power, the purest magical power.

"So, what do you want to say to me?" Zhang Cheng tapped the guardrail with his right index finger, turned around and stared into the other person's eyes with a half-smile.

The old man who claimed to be Isolt Rini hesitated for a moment, quickly took out a somewhat yellowed scroll from his pocket, and responded with a wry smile: "I can't describe it in words, you should read it yourself."

"Hehe, it seems that the conditions you offered are not very good, isn't it?" Zhang Cheng took it and opened it for a glance, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised to reveal a sarcastic smile.

Leaving aside the other clauses above, just exchanging magic knowledge with each other clearly shows that they want to take advantage unscrupulously.

What is the magical knowledge in his library?

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

And the other side?

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

In addition, those ideas of exchanging money and materials for various precious materials are also whimsical, revealing naked greed between the lines.

Isolt undoubtedly knew how wrong the guild was, so he sighed helplessly and explained: "I understand that you must be very angry in your heart now, thinking that you have been provoked for no reason, and I am sorry for that. But please don't be angry, because before we came to this place, we had no idea how powerful you really are."

"Angry? Hahahaha! No, I just think it's ridiculous." Zhang Cheng laughed and shook his head. "You know? What you guys are doing reminds me of a dog barking at a dragon, it looks so ironic. Forget it, I don't want to waste too much time with the frog in the well. Alans, take them to the library , I mercifully allow these three people to stay inside for ten hours, and drive them out after ten hours."

"As you wish! Master!" The young man bowed slightly, winked at his former mentor, and then took the lead towards the passage leading to the library.

Although the other two tried to argue a few words, they were stopped by Isolt and obediently followed the young man to disappear at the end of the corridor.

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

"Don't be silly, my friend, have you ever seen a dragon negotiate with a wild dog? Don't daydream! The dragon may allow the wild dog to pick up his leftovers, but he will never put the wild dog against himself. For the powerful Tower Master, we and the Spellcasters Guild are the sad and ridiculous wild dogs, understand?" The old man spoke out the miserable situation of everyone without any politeness.

Ever since he personally felt Zhang Cheng's subconsciously turbulent energy like the sea, he realized how wrong the president and the nobles in the city were.

What they are facing is not a wealthy current situation at all, but a dragon lair inhabited by ferocious and terrifying dragons.

That's right!

A group of idiots who don't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth are actually spying on the wealth belonging to the giant dragon!

This is no different from suicide!

Right now, Isolt just wants to go to the library to see how much precious magic knowledge is on the bookshelves, and then bring back the cruel facts.

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

Anyway, as long as the lord and the caster dared to send troops, he would choose to leave without thinking about it, so as not to be implicated.

The other two people in the team had similar ideas, the only difference being that they desperately longed for things from the library that could make them stronger.

Selfishness has always been a common problem of spellcasters, to be precise, it is a common problem of superiors.