Spellcasting Heavens

Waiting is always painful!

Especially when the person he desperately wanted to meet ignored him, the pain and resentment were enough to torture three messengers from the Spellcaster Guild to madness.

If he hadn't witnessed the indifference and powerful power of the tower master with his own eyes, maybe some bold guy would have tried to break into the second floor and go to the legendary library to read those precious and maddening knowledge.

But unfortunately, the desire to live trumped the desire for knowledge and power.

In the end, these guys who had accumulated a lot of resentment stayed on the first floor without even daring to touch the stairs leading to the second floor.

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

Just when their patience was about to run out, Aarons suddenly appeared and announced in an emotionless tone: Come with me! The tower master has agreed to meet you!

Wha...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 ignored here for about half a month. In addition to eating, drinking, and practicing spells every day, their only entertainment is to have meals 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, some people may go crazy and crazy soon.

The tower master has agreed to see you! Come on! Don't let him wait too long!

After that, Aarons didn't care whether the other party heard clearly or not, he 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 behind him without saying a word. Even though climbing the stairs quickly drained his already poor physical strength and he kept breathing heavily, he did not stop for a moment. It means to come down.

After about five or six minutes, the group finally arrived at the top room 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: Are you the envoys of the Spellcasters Guild?

Yes, Master. My name is Iseult Rini, and I am the plenipotentiary representative of the guild president. The old man did not dare to show his usual arrogance, so he quickly put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply.

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

There is only one true 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 looked into the other person's eyes with a half-smile.

The old man who called himself Iseult Rini hesitated for a moment, quickly took out a yellowed scroll from his pocket, and responded with a wry smile: I can't describe it in words, you'd better read it for yourself.

Haha, it seems that the terms you offered are not very good, isn't it? Zhang Cheng took it and opened it and glanced at it, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

Leaving aside the rest of the above clauses, 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 the valuable result of learning, communicating and finally summarizing from countless worlds.

Just hand it over to any apprentice with magical talent, and he can be trained into a powerful spellcaster in a short period of time.

And what about the other party?

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

In addition, the idea of ​​exchanging money and materials for various precious materials is also whimsical, and naked greed is revealed between the lines.

Iseult was undoubtedly very aware of how wrong the guild was, and 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 very sorry for this. But please don’t be angry because we had no idea how powerful you really were until we came to this place.”

Angry? Hahahaha! No, I just think it's ridiculous. Zhang Cheng laughed and shook his head. You know? What you did reminds me of a dog barking at a dragon. It seems so ironic. Forget it, I don't want to waste too much time with the frog in the well. Aarons, take them to the library , I kindly allowed these three people to stay inside for ten hours, and kicked 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 people tried to argue, they were stopped by Iseult and they followed the young man and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

After walking far 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 owner to change his mind and reach a few agreements.

Don't be stupid, my friend, have you ever seen a dragon negotiating with a wild dog? Stop daydreaming! The dragon may allow the wild dog to check its leftovers, but it will never put the wild dog in a position to confront itself. To the powerful tower master, we and the Spellcaster Guild are just those miserable and ridiculous wild dogs, do you understand? The old man unceremoniously told everyone about their current miserable situation.

Ever since he personally felt Zhang Cheng's unconscious energy surging like the ocean, he realized how wrong the president and the nobles in the city were.

What they faced was not a wealthy situation at all, but a dragon lair inhabited by a ferocious and terrifying dragon.

That's right!

A group of idiots who don't know the heights of the sky are actually snooping on the wealth belonging to the dragon!

This is no different from committing suicide!

At the moment, Iseult just wants to go to the library to take a look at how much precious magic knowledge is on the bookshelf, and then bring back the cruel facts.

As for whether the other party wants to believe it or not, that's none of his business.

Anyway, as long as the lord and spellcaster dare to send troops, he will choose to leave without thinking, so as not to be implicated.

The other two people in the team had similar ideas. The only difference was that they were extremely eager to get things from the library that could make them stronger.

Selfishness has always been a common problem among spell casters, or to be precise, a common problem among those with superior powers.

As the ruling class standing at the top of the pyramid structure, they don't care about the life or death of others, even blood relatives, let alone civilians who can harvest them like leeks.