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Tu Antiwan's sigh was naturally heard by the tower spirit, and it asked coldly: "Why, are you soft-hearted?"

"Of course not." Tuantivan dropped the subject as if nothing had happened, "It's time to prepare."

"I've been preparing for a long time..."

As the tower spirit responded, a tower-shaped emblem vaguely appeared on the golden card suspended in mid-air, then disappeared again.

However, at this moment, this fleeting emblem was like a sudden flash of lightning in the dark night.

From the Tower of the Moon, the Tower of the Stars to the Tower of the Sun.

From the Kingdom of Agrant, the Kingdom of Lenofica to the Kingdom of Green in the North.

From south to north, from west to east.

From the sky to the earth, from mountains to ocean trenches.

Throughout the entire continent, countless extraordinary experts with platinum or even above platinum levels felt something in their hearts, and they all cast their gazes at this inconspicuous port town.

At this moment, this humble town became the focus of the entire continent.

It seems that something is growing in this small town, as if it is pregnant with something...

…

At the top of the Moon Tower, Julian's room.

Julian stood quietly by the window, looking east through the window sill.

"Julian, do you really want to get involved in this matter?" The old voice echoed in the house.

"He came to me, and I promised him."

"You don't think about your students? He is there. If he fails..."

The tower owner who was the most defensive in the history of Star Tower was silent for a breath, and said with a chuckle: "He doesn't dare."

The tone was firm.

In a sense, he is the same type of person as Tu Antivan.

He has inexplicable confidence and affirmation in his own fighting power.

The extraordinary people of the gold coin system were in decline before the silver level. However, after the silver level, especially after setting foot on the platinum level, no extraordinary person dared to look down upon them.

Especially when the person who said this is the most recognized prophet in the mainland.

However, despite what he said, many talisman and inscriptions appeared on the Star Tower again, rushing from the bottom of the tower to the top.

"Think about it, Julian, if you really do this, you know the consequences."

"Then let him come back, he hasn't had his last lesson yet."

Julian chuckled: "How can there be a teacher in this world who doesn't protect his students?"

With the acquiescence of the tower spirit, the Star Tower, which had just taken a breath of relief from the Satyr advancement not long ago, woke up again.

A ball of blue light condensed on the top of the tower, ready to move into the sky at any time.

Back then, when the sages of the Star Tower built the Mage Tower, they completely imitated the template of the Mage Tower. After so many years of repairs and improvements, they generally followed the Mage Tower as a reference.

However, the energy source of the Mage Tower comes from the talisman inscriptions, while the energy source of the Star Tower comes from starlight.

Julian slowly closed his eyes.

The door to his room was closed tightly, and many protective restrictions were placed on it.

The originally silent star power puppets all came back to life under the will of the tower spirit, and silently guarded the star power pools at the top and bottom of the tower.

At the moment, the entire Tower of Stars is under martial law.

Everything stopped functioning except essential equipment.

In the confused exchanges among the students, in the doubtful eyes of the instructors, in the overwhelming messages from the deputy tower masters but all of them were intercepted.

The Star Tower once again serves another person far away under the will of one person.

Although, the other person knew nothing about it.

…

The capital and royal palace of King Algrant.

According to the will of Agrant I, all his majesties had to stay in the palace no matter the cold or summer, under the shadow of a sword.

According to him, this is called: The Kingdom of Algrant can have no king, but it cannot have an unconscious king.

There was only one person in the empty hall, and he was sitting on the throne.

Those ordinary metal boots hit the ground one after another.

The throne is made of cast iron, including the dozens of steps.

Boots stepped on it, and the cold metallic sound echoed in the hall.

On weekdays, he would sit on this uncomfortable throne with a sharp blade hanging above his head, dealing with all kinds of people.

I don't like the excitement.

He likes peace and quiet.

Unless necessary, he did not want to have anyone around him, even if it was a necessary attendant.

After all, something was already watching him from birth to death.

Of course, not only him, but also his father and his grandfather.

Suddenly, the only sound of footsteps disappeared.

After a few more breaths, even the echo stopped.

Silence fell in the hall.

Then a male voice sounded, as if talking to himself: "Well, Tu Antiwan..."

As if feeling his will, the long sword hanging above his head flashed silently several times.

"Oh? Stop it? Ha..."

Full of his slightly sarcastic chuckle.

"You couldn't stop him back then, could I?"

Although he said this, he sighed in his heart: "Tu Antiwan, I can only help you so far..."

The metal boots stepped on the solid iron platform rhythmically again.

Above his head, the long sword hanging high silently flashed several times again, then fell silent.

…

Badibila, Weed Town Tavern.

Boss Gade, who was wiping the wine glass, suddenly trembled slightly in his hand.

He raised his head and looked toward the east with his deep eyes.

It was as if his sight could transcend all obstacles and go straight to that place where he didn't know where it was.

At this time, the tavern was as usual, with all kinds of drinkers enjoying their drinks here.

Orcs, savages, humans, dwarfs, and even elves, etc., under the catalyst of alcohol, which does not distinguish between races and genders, everyone maintains a happy appearance on the surface.

However, this is just an illusion.

Just when Ged looked up to the east, the entire tavern suddenly fell silent.

The noise died down.

The tavern that was bustling with activity just now is now as quiet as if it had been under a spell of silence.

Everyone looked at Ged.

Some people were even stepping on the table to toast with others. At this moment, they were holding their wine glasses high comically, but they turned to look at Gad.

Gade had become accustomed to this strange phenomenon and waved his hand casually, "It's okay, everyone, continue."

As a result, the tavern became noisy again as if the play button was pressed.

Ged looked up expressionlessly, staring at the long-handled battle ax hanging high above his head, with a rare trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

His lips moved a few times, and he asked silently in his mind: "Will it succeed?"

He seemed to be talking to himself, or asking about someone who was not here.

The resources required by Talling and An'an are very simple, far less complicated than what Reynold needs.

He only wants spiritual fragments, or in other words, extraordinary cards.

A sufficient quantity of extraordinary cards, or a sufficiently high quality.

Unfortunately, Gade can only meet a small part of the demand.

Fortunately, he had one right in front of him.