The management within the Tower also varies between professionals; Seventh-level and Eighth-level professionals not only have more freedom of movement but can also undertake some external assignments from the Tower, which can be considered as extra personnel to some extent.
Although the lack of faith in the God of Contracts prevents them from accessing too many secrets within the Tower, most professionals have no rebellious thoughts regarding the Tower.
Over the years, the Tower and these high-level professionals have maintained a peaceful coexistence.
“Don’t you understand what I’m saying? Get those guys out of here; people from across the continent are not allowed to step foot in this country!”
In a small kingdom located on the coastal edge, a Seventh-level professional and an Eighth-level professional were threatening the king of the small kingdom within an extravagant palace that was a bit dazzling.
“Alright, big brother, there’s no need to get angry over an ordinary person.”
The young and elegant Seventh-level professional patted the irate Eighth-level professional, who gradually calmed down and replied, “It seems that being away from the mundane world for too long has made people forget about the hunter known as ‘Fierce Fang,’ to the point where even a king dares to challenge me.”
An Eighth-level professional can swagger down the streets of a big nation, let alone a small kingdom.
“High Tower’s envoy, it’s not that we don’t want to cooperate with you; it’s just that we can’t afford to offend the other party. We only dare to offer food and drink, how could we afford the wealth and manpower to study Supremacy Magic?”
The king of the small kingdom, lacking dignity, bowed his head as he conversed with these two professionals, being extremely servile.
“Then what’s the deal with the materials you’ve been importing over the last few months?”
Eighth-level professional Fierce Fang took out a form detailing the magical materials the small kingdom had been importing, many of which were required for casting Supremacy Magic.
“This… these are all normal casting materials; don’t underestimate our small country, we still have many mages. We can’t let them buy not a single piece of alchemical material, can we?”
At this moment, the Seventh-level professional placed his hand on the table and said, “On what basis should we believe your words?” Meanwhile, the Seventh-level professional began fidgeting with a motion of stroking gold coins.
These professionals truly are outside personnel of the Tower, which is why the management is not very strict.
High-level professionals are not divine beings; they need to relieve themselves, have family members, and have worldly desires.
The king of the small kingdom quickly understood the implication, wiped his sweat, summoned his close attendant, and after a short while, the attendants entered carrying a box.
“We buy only normal alchemical materials; there is absolutely no intention of casting Supremacy Magic. This is just a small token of goodwill from our country, so we hope the Tower’s envoys…”
“No need.”
The elegant Seventh-level professional took out an envelope and said, “As Tower’s envoys, we cannot accept your gold coins. If we get found out, it’s game over.”
Then, this elegant Seventh-level professional opened the box, confirmed it contained gold coins, and said, “However, this letter contains many who need assistance. Old King, your wealth should be sent to those who need it more, shouldn’t it?”
Upon hearing this, the old king quickly nodded and said, “Yes, the high Tower’s lord thinks thoroughly; I will arrange it immediately.”
Seeing the flattering demeanor of the small kingdom’s king, the faces of the two professionals finally revealed smiles. The rules of the Tower are certainly not meant to be adhered to by ordinary people. It’s hard to become a high-level professional just to fall into the barren place of the Tower and still have to abide by its rules.
Fortunately, it seems that the Tower is busy at the moment, relieving much of the pressure on these outside professionals; they can breathe some fresh air and some of them have begun to make small moves.
Just as the two professionals were preparing to leave the palace contentedly, a loud voice echoed through the great hall: “So much gold; giving it to these Tower’s sycophants would be a waste. Why not give it directly to me? I will help you knock these Tower’s sycophants down.”
An old man leaning on a cane and dressed in a black coat appeared in the corridor of the hall.
“I never expected such wealth from a small kingdom; it’s such a pity to have lost in the past. Unlike the Solun Continent, which is so poor that it rings, every time the tribute falls short, I must personally go and rob.”
Looking at the lone old man before them, the Eighth-level professional Fierce Fang disdainfully said, “Old man, are you the one trying to sell Supremacy Magic? I advise you to leave this country quickly; the Tower’s prohibitions are no joke. This time we can turn a blind eye, but next time might be different.”
“Me?”
The old man in the black coat chuckled, saying, “I’m not here to sell Supremacy Magic.”
He looked at the two professionals with a sigh, “The Tower has fallen to this extent, hasn’t it? Why are they accepting any riffraff? Back then, you didn’t even have the qualifications to bark in front of me. Or is it that the Tower treats this continent like a kindergarten, needing to manage even the likes of you?”
Both were enraged by his words, as they knew they were not the strongest at their level, but even so, not everyone could pick a fight with them. In their perception, they could change the situation even on a big battlefield.
“What kind of riffraff are you to dare speak so boldly in front of the Tower?”
The scene around the Eighth-level Fierce Fang began to distort, seemingly gathering strength, while the Seventh-level professional now had numerous crystals at his fingertips, aiming at the old man.
They seemed to have realized that the origin of the old man was not simple; Fierce Fang added, “If you are also a high-level professional, then it’s game over if the Tower finds out!”
Upon hearing this, the old man burst into laughter: “What level of professional? The so-called levels are merely a concept concocted by you humans.”
Saying this, the old man’s presence no longer concealed itself, and the pressure bore down on them like a solid substance, crashing upon them like a tidal wave.
“Tell the Tower, Eryx has returned, bearing the scars they inscribed upon me and an endless rage!”
This voice echoed directly within the minds of everyone present. The old man had vanished, and in the sky, a massive black dragon began to spiral down.
The black dragon dove straight down, landing squarely in front of the two Tower’s outside personnel, roaring like thunder.
…..
“Hmph, not worth a strike.”
Eryx threw the two outside personnel aside; they had nothing useful to say.
Watching the king of the small kingdom who had already been frightened to the ground, Eryx warned, “Do not adhere to the Tower’s rules, and do not drive away Avar’s envoys, understood?”
The small kingdom’s king, terrified by the dragon, nodded repeatedly; seeing this, Eryx finally left in satisfaction.
After all, the Tower probably already knew he was back. Eryx decided not to conceal his figure and soared into the air in his dragon form, flying towards his next destination.
According to the plan, Eryx was supposed to head directly to the Demon Clan; this was purely an impulsive decision after hearing reports from Caron and others. But who cares? As long as it can annoy the Tower, Eryx will definitely meddle.
