He lifted a giant container and put it on the transport belt. A bird monster like a parrot inside looked sideways his head and observed Locke curiously outside the cage.

"Locke! It's time to go for lunch!" Harris's voice came from the side of the mountain-high cage container.

"Yeah, I understand!" Locke replied with a voice, walked to the cage where the parrot monster was imprisoned. Before the beast could react, Locke pulled off two of the three pink ears on his head.

"Gugu" The monster that lost two ears of the head was as if it had suffered a severe injury, flapping its wings and hiding on the side of the cage far away from Locke.

"Two Crimson Feathers." Locke took out a small notebook from the space ring, secretly recorded it, and casually put the Crimson Feathers into the wooden box.

Work in the Transport Zone is a dirty and tiring job for others, because they have to face countless monsters and exotic creatures all day long, but for Locke, this is simply a paradise for him to make money.

After packing up a little, Rock changed into a clean dress, walked out to find Harris, and went to dinner with him.

Not to mention his little moves, Harris and Jasmine alone saw them. Locke is not a stingy person. If he earns a little, he will not treat his own people badly. It can be considered as blocking their mouths.

It is common for staff in the transportation area to take advantage of their positions to benefit themselves. There are few people who are completely clean. Locke can only say that he is doing better than anyone else.

After all, the only one who dares to take their organs when the monsters are awake is that he, the high-level knight, dares to do this.

The strength of the red parrot just now, even if it is branded with the soul, is not something that magicians can do. They must sprinkle all kinds of weakening magic before they dare to get started.

"Where to eat?" Locke put his arm on Harris' shoulder and smiled. They had been familiar with each other these days, and Harris, who was at the mid-level apprentice level, was obedient to Locke.

"Go to the second floor of Santa Catholic Academy." Harris suggested.

"Okay!" As if thinking of the secret warthog legs on the second floor of Santa Academy, Locke licked his lips.

The welfare benefits of the Santa's internal magicians were so good that the knight Locke was jealous of him.

Not to mention the accommodation, each meal provides free ingredients below the intermediate level of Warcraft. The key is that it is not limited. It is better for a big eater like Locke.

Locke, who has become the experimental assistant of the official magician Ashar, has now reached the level of qualification to enter the Santa Tower at will, and can enter and exit the Santa Tower. The restrictions on Locke by the Santa Tower Academy have been lifted.

Locke can now completely change into a magician robe and act as a fake student.

The work in the operation area is mainly busy in the morning, because new slave creatures will be delivered in the early morning, and most of them are registration work in the afternoon, so Locke will not go, and it is enough to have Harris and Jasmine.

"I have to go to Lord Ashal in the afternoon, and I'll leave it to you in the operation area." Locke wiped his mouth with a napkin and said to Harris opposite him.

"Don't worry, go." Harris nodded. He and Jasmine knew that Locke was now an assistant under a formal magician.

"By the way, what's the name of that official magician?" Harris asked curiously. Locke hadn't told them before.

"It's a female magician named Ashar." Locke replied.

"Who?!" Harris choked by the caviar in his throat, "Ahem, you say it again?"

"Mr. Ashar, what's wrong?" Locke asked in confusion.

Harris did not answer him, but gave Locke a look of pity.

"Good luck to you." Harris said in a daze.

"What the hell is going on?" Locke asked by the leader of Harris. Lord Ashal is a big name among magic apprentices?

"It is said that this Lord Ashar has not accepted apprentices so far, but only recruits experimental assistants." Harris said, "and those experimental assistants at the apprentice level rarely persist for two months."

"Why? Is Lord Ashar too strict?" Rock asked.

"No, because they can't stand being transformed into freaks," Harris replied.

"A unlucky guy once sawed off his legs by Lord Ashal and transplanted the roots of an ancient tree. In just half a month, the guy died." It seemed that he remembered the tragic situation at that time, Harris had no appetite to eat anymore and put down the spoon containing caviar in his hand.

Locke suddenly felt a little numb. He remembered what the magician said to him at the beginning, "Experimental Materials?" Locke fought a cold war.

"Don't you care about the Holy Tower?" Formal magicians will just squeeze the value of magic apprentices. If human life is involved, the Holy Tower will never ignore it.

"Don't worry, why don't you care? I heard that Lord Ashal was fined a large amount of energy crystal after that time." Harris said.

The life of a magic apprentice is actually equated with minerals such as energy crystals. It has to be said that it is ironic in the real world.

"Mr. Ashar's strength is top-notch among first-level magicians, and it is not an exaggeration to have some privileges." Harris was very open-minded. He has been studying in the Holy Tower for almost ten years, and he has never seen anything before. He has long been used to it.

Even Angelina didn't expect that the job she introduced to Locke would be so dangerous. She originally thought that Lord Ashal was the sister of her mentor, so she took over this task with the mentor.

After lunch, Locke did not stay too much, and took his own things to the 82nd floor of the Santa Tower. Since he already knew that Lord Ashar had such a bad record, how could he dare to be late?

Lord Ashar’s room key, Locke had a hand in his hand. It was given by Lord Ashar when he left that night, but that was all. Locke’s range of activities was limited to the living room. He was not qualified to enter whether it was an alchemy laboratory, a meditation room, or an elemental pool.

The moment Locke entered the door, Ashar, who was meditating on his mental power, had already sensed it.

"I came very early, did you bring the things?" In a black robe, Ashal walked out of the meditation room.

"Take it!" Locke hurriedly bent down and took out most of the materials in his space ring, some of which were asked by Lord Ashal before, and some were Locke's own private collection.

There is no way, in the face of life and money, Locke chose life. He could make money without money, and when his life was gone, he would lose nothing.
Chapter completed!