After hearing Jenny's words, Mark seemed a little stunned for a moment, as if he had not yet figured out the situation in front of him. It was also possible that the fully armed Cecil soldiers made the somewhat cowardly and timid young man too nervous, so they forgot what to say for a while. However, Jenny was not angry about it, but patiently repeated: "Go and tell the tutor, I'm back."

This time, Mark finally reacted: "Ah, ah OK...but..."

He suddenly hesitated a little, and organized the language several times before he said it: "But the tutor is not in good condition now..."

"Just take me to see him."

"Okay...Jenny."

Mark looked up at the soldiers behind Jenny with some fear, then dodged to the side, leaving a doorway to the inside of the Magic Tower.

Jenny walked inward, and the guards followed closely behind. The sound of metal collisions with the magic armor made the young man standing at the door shrink his neck. He seemed to want to say something, but he swallowed the words back.

In the Mage Tower, the classical and solemn furnishings are like memory. A fireplace made of long-term illusions is burning in the first floor hall, but the flames are reminiscent of the pale whiteness of ice and snow. The refreshing breeze created by the constant temperature barrier circulates in the hall, dispelling the heat of the season. A shelf made of black-grained wood stands quietly by the wall, and two slaves are cleaning up the dust on the shelves.

A star instrument is placed in the center of the hall. Driven by magic, this lightweight and expensive instrument is automatically running, simulating many star projections that are invisible during the day in a small range.

An arc-shaped staircase is located opposite the hall and extends upward along the wall. At the same time, a half-moon-shaped platform with railings floats inside the staircase, moving back and forth under magic power.

"...The tutor finally got the floating device ready?" Jenny turned her head slightly and asked Mark who followed in.

"Yes," Mark seemed to have finally adapted to it and spoke smoothly. "It took a lot of precious materials to do it last year."

Jenny nodded, but said nothing more.

She just remembered that at this time, Rebecca should have led her research team to try to reconstruct the anti-gravity spell based on the elves' technology. The expensive and sophisticated spell was realized with a piece of steel plate and a few kilograms of cheap copper and artificial magic crystals, and allowed it to operate independently on a small-scale energy supply device. Last time, Rebecca said in the Magic Network communication that she accidentally embedded the test piece on the ceiling, but they had successfully made the device fly.

Although it seems that it is not so stable...

She shook her head, ignored the lift that was running automatically, but followed the familiar memory and walked towards the familiar ladder.

There were many equally familiar faces, and she respectfully lowered her head as she passed by.

These people may not necessarily know Jenny's current identity, nor may they even know this slave apprentice who had a low sense of existence back then, who was thrown out to deal with royal chores, but at least they knew the soldiers of the Cecil Legion and their equipment. Those with a little judgment could see that a person who was closely protected by a whole team of soldiers and could enter and exit at will in this area must be a great figure in the empire.

Mark followed Jenny, and after climbing to the third floor of the Mage Tower, the young man whispered: "The tutor is in the magic hub..."

"Yes." Jenny nodded slightly and walked towards the secret room where the magic hub was located.

She hesitated for a few seconds in front of the familiar black wooden door, but finally pushed the door open.

In the wide room of the secret room, the shimmer of magic power rippled between the walls, condensed into a solid texture like a flow of water, poured into the magic pool sunken in the center of the room. A faint magic array covered the ground of the room. The dense and neat runes extended from the edge of the magic array, extending from the wall to the ceiling. In the center of the room, the focus of the magic array, a dry body leaned against the edge of the magic pool, half of the body was soaked in the pool water, and half of the body crawled on the ground.

It was almost a mummy, as if thin flesh was covering a skeleton, and pale hair was scattered in disarray. The face exposed under the hair was completely unfamiliar to Jenny. Only those raised eyes were quite familiar.

Jenny slowly walked towards the shriveled body.

Humans are really a very complex creature.

The knights who stick to the city walls are also trying to squeeze serfs on weekdays;

The viscounts who fought to the death also took away the last bit of food and land from the peasants;

Those who donate their belongings to support the frontline, those who send all their children to the city wall, those who die at the shield node...

They are also the masters of the land, the masters of serfs, the masters of wealth, and... the masters of slave apprentices.

William Boken, a member of the Wang Family Mage Group, was responsible for protecting the shield nodes of the Western Wall Barrier. On the fifth day of the battle to defend the city, he drove all the lower mages out of the node hall and tied himself to the node crystal.

Now, he is dying.

Jenny stopped beside the body, slowly bent down, squatted down, and sat on the ground in the mage tower on the ground, which has been her seat and bed for many years of her life.

The shriveled head felt the breath, and he moved slightly. In a trembling trembling, he slowly opened his eyes and made a hoarse and low voice: "Ah...Jenny...you are here..."

Jenny looked at him quietly: "Teacher, long time no see."

The hoarse voice sounded again, calmer than Jenny expected: "Yeah, long time no see...what are you doing now?"

"The Chief Rune Master of the Empire."

“…ah, it sounds really good.”

"You're almost dead." Jenny said slowly and clearly as she looked into the mentor's eyes.

The shriveled body moved on the ground, raised its head slightly, and then quickly dropped: "It seems like this...so are you here to enjoy this scene?"

Jenny shook her head slightly and said word by word: "The ones who broke through the defense of the Crystal Cluster Legion are magical equipment, and they are all based on the Lavencais constant and rune logic."

She has practiced this sentence countless times in her heart to ensure that no word is said wrong. Similar words were brewing in her heart a year ago. But when she really had the opportunity to say these words, she found that she had no pleasure at all and felt only emptiness.

The old mage whose vitality was about to be exhausted was silent for several seconds before responding in a low voice: "I know, when I saw the 'magic net', I guessed it."

"I'm here today not to see your end," Jenny stared at the old mage, in a low tone, "You owe us an apology to Mr. Ravenkes and me."

The room fell into silence. After a minute of silence, the old mage's voice rang hoarsely: "It seems that I am indeed wrong..."

He suddenly started to cough violently. After half a minute of coughing, more vitality left his body, making his voice even more hoarse and deeper: "...but I won't apologize."

Jenny looked at the man who was approaching death every second, and her lips squirmed twice: "You..."

"The extraordinary... cannot apologize to the slave..." the voice said intermittently, "This is...principle..."

The surprise in Jenny's eyes gradually faded away. She looked at her mentor up and down again, and then the room fell into a long silence.

A few minutes later, the chief rune master of the empire breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had put down some burden in his heart. She held on the ground with her hand and slowly stood up.

The ground here is still as cool as I remember.

She lowered her head and looked at William Boken: "I get it."

Then she turned around, as if she was about to leave like this.

"Don't you do it?" A hoarse and low voice came from behind, "This is not difficult for you today."

Jenny didn't look back: "You're almost dead."

"But you might feel better."

Jenny took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "This is my principle."

“…Oh, it sounds really good.”

"Farewell, mentor, thank you for the two bags of wheat."

Jenny walked out of the secret room, and the soldier who served as a personal guard immediately stepped forward: "Master?"

"Let's go and report to Silver Fort. In addition, after William Boken's death, the Mage Tower was nationalized."

"yes!"

The soldiers quickly responded to the order, and Jenny glanced at Mark, who was nervous and confused, and several apprentices and assistants who were equally nervous and confused, not far behind Mark.

After getting to know the soldiers, they finally understood the situation completely. Some of them are now waiting for Jenny to speak with a mentality of waiting for trial.

"Next, go to the Government Affairs Department to report it. Whether the era of classical wizards can survive in the new era depends on your own abilities."

Jenny just left a sentence, then turned around and left the place with the soldiers.

In the secret room where the magic hub is located, the misty magic light gradually becomes dim and peaceful.

In the gradually dissipating glow, the shriveled body soaked in the pool trembled slightly twice, and began to crack inch by inch and turn into debris.

When all the debris fell into the pool water, the hoarse and distorted sound rang in the deserted room: "I'm very...sorry..."

In the Silver Fort, Gao Wen met Jenny who was coming from the southern border in his study.

"I thought you would choose to take revenge," he was surprised after hearing the soldiers' report, and said to Jenny in surprise, "or at least... vent."

"I thought about it, but I found that I was not like this," Jenny said with a smile, shaking her head. "For Mr. Ravenkes, these are meaningless. Only those roaring magic machines and formulas printed in the textbook are the best memory of the deceased."

Gao Wen looked at Jenny seriously. On the face of the white-haired girl with scars on her cheeks, all he saw was calmness and calm. Obviously, some kind of haze had left her.

"Since this is your choice, that's fine. William Boken is a lucky man. He died in the old days, which is much luckier than many diehard nobles who survived the battle of defending the city," he shook his head. "No more talk about this, sit down. We have a lot to do in this city, and I want to explain it to you."

Jenny sat down in a high-back chair next to her desk with a smile on her face: "I'm ready and Rebecca told me before coming, asking me to bring as many books as possible about classic spell models."

Gao Wen thought about it and recalled the spectacular scene he saw when he walked into the Wang Family Library and the collection room of the Mage Association. He smiled and spread his hands: "Then you will definitely get what you want is a treasure house."

...

Silver Castle is indeed a treasure house. In various senses, the accumulation of hundreds of years of the Moen royal family has accumulated in this castle that is unimaginable to ordinary people. Any storage room inside it is enough to make a half-elf from the southern border instantly dazzle.

But Amber resisted the attraction of those jewelry storage rooms with her strong willpower (of course, there was also Gao Wen's deterrence to help her resist temptation). Her current full attention was immersed in the mountain-stacked, heavy and numerous palace books of the Moen royal family.

In a room deep in the Silver Fort, Amber was searching among a large number of book scrolls, with several military intelligence agencies and several court scholars working with her.

"This is the internal library of the Moen royal family, including the royal secret files and the private collections of previous kings," a white-haired court scholar followed Amber and said in a silly manner, "If you can't find what you are looking for, it's likely to be here, but if you can't find it here... it's probably not really there..."

"That can only prove that the collection of this broken place is incomplete," Amber looked up at the old scholar and waved his hand impatiently, "If you are so old, don't be busy with it. Find a place to rest. If a great scholar like you slams over, someone must pat me on the wall..."

The scholar stepped aside with helpless look, while Amber continued to search between the bookshelf, but after less than half a minute, she suddenly stopped, turned her head and stared at the empty place between the bookshelf, lifted her legs and was about to kick.

Before she kicked it out, a figure quickly emerged from the air and hurriedly flashed to the side.

"You want to flash a little later, I'll kick it out," Amber glanced at Dameng, "What are you doing?"

"I'll report the situation," Raven stood at a safe distance and reported to his new boss in front of him. "All the Royal Film Guards' lists have been sorted out, including everyone's field of expertise and service experience."

"Okay, just send it to my office. After I go back, I will slowly study the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Iron Rangers are short of people. As long as you retrain well, you will all come in handy."

The crow breathed a little relieved and lowered his head: "I'd like to obey the order."

Then he looked at the busy scene around him and couldn't help asking, "Have you found what you are looking for?"

"Of course, why am I still here?" Amber rolled her eyes, "so much, God knows when I'm going to find..."

Dark Crow thought for a while: "What exactly are you looking for?"

"A surname that has no record, a nobleman who no one knows... is probably a nobleman," Amber said casually, "his name is Surrey Randolph, the extraordinary, but there is no information about this surname."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly touched her chin and stopped and stared at the Dark Crow: "You haven't heard of it, right? Isn't it said in the story? It's dramatic or something..."
Chapter completed!