Hill walked slowly underground and walked directly to the door of the Frank Magic Tower. The door of the tower had already been opened and waiting for him.

He quickly jumped out of the ground and rushed directly into the magic tower.

The door closed directly behind him.

As soon as Hill walked in, he saw a relieved Fran.

It was the first time he saw Fran's heavy expression, although it quickly disappeared.

"It's okay." Fran gently touched Hill's head, "Be more careful in the future."

"Don't worry, I haven't lost a hair." Hill comforted his grandfather, "I jumped into the pendant before that. The natural consciousness gave a warning."

"I thought about it later." Fran exhaled, "But they probably don't know that even if the natural consciousness is asleep, there is still a trace of consciousness left in you. Otherwise, they would not assassinate you in this way."

"They can only make sneak attacks. They don't even dare to attack me when I have enough mana. Maybe there are some restrictions on that artifact." Hill followed Fran and sat on the floating disk directly to the top study.

"The dwarves seem to be very confident and don't think they will lose to the undead completely." Fran said with some melancholy, "I'm worried that if His Majesty the King cannot hold on and the undead completely leave, you will be in more danger.

"

"The undead are not afraid of death." Hill said nonchalantly, "Moreover, even if the undead in this world die, the God of Time and Space can still find other worlds. There will always be people who are willing to come and see other worlds.

, it’s just starting over from scratch.”

Fran thought for a while and nodded: "If it only takes a little time and energy to see the scenery of another world and participate in major events in another world, I would be willing to go.

But, are their powers enough?"

"Then it's not about the God of Time and Space." Hill smiled, "If the power of the three gods is not enough, they will invite other gods.

The dwarf pantheon can lose, but the human gods have no chance of retreating."

Fran nodded. Maybe Hill knew more about the gods than he did.

He leaned on the sofa and frowned: "People from the Mage Association, if something happened to you, no one came to help. Are they qualified to be mage?"

Hill said nonchalantly: "Grandpa, don't make them angry because of me. No one has the obligation to help me, who has no friendship at all."

"If you hadn't helped fight the demons, I wouldn't have felt anything if they didn't care about you. But you helped them, and in the end they pretended you didn't exist.

I know they look down on people other than mages, but they didn't even respond to you who just helped me. They have forgotten even the most basic rules of mages.

Don't owe anyone a favor.

My teacher always asked me to remember the rules of the mage.

You see, these legends of laws no longer matter.

After becoming a legend, can we no longer care?

The world will surprise them."

Fran looked out the window. Some of the legendary mages seemed to have noticed that Hill had returned to the Magic Tower and had left the area.

"Because they think that as a natural warlock, I should deal with demons as a matter of course, and I am not here to help them."

Hill understands this kind of thinking very well.

But although Frank treats others indifferently, he always pays attention to the return and exchange of equal value when doing things, so he completely cannot understand how the legend of the law can be so shameless.
Chapter completed!