Real Name God

　　 Richard is naturally not a person without desires.

　　 The reason for his refusal was simple, because he didn't use the bottle of living potion. In fact, although the vitality potion can play a role in assisting meditation for wizards above the official rank, if taken by apprentices, it is harmful and useless: too strong medicine can cause brain nerve damage, just like alcohol abuse Like an excessive drunkard.

Yes, although in the eyes of the first-level residents, the young wizards who can be sent as messengers by the top-level must be talented geniuses—and this is the fact, for young people living on the seventh-level, in the talent of the magic way The minimum requirement is to reach the official rank before the age of twenty-but the young man named Richard Don Abraham is an exception.

　　So far, he is just a mediocre and incompetent apprentice, still the lowest level 1, at the bottom of the entire wizard tower. He has no noble blood, no talents given by God, and he will be taken to the top of life purely by accident.

　　……

　　 The entrance to the ladder is located in an old tower. On both sides of the door stood two huge metal figures, dressed as fully armed soldiers, holding swords in both hands. After the giant swords are lifted, they are slightly tilted toward the center to form an "X", and people must walk under the gap of "X".

　　 Whenever he passed by here, Richard would subconsciously hold his breath. The reason is simple, because he knows that these two statues are not for fun. Although they are dead creatures without life, they have the ability to move freely under the forging of wizards. Once someone enters without permission, the machine spring is activated by magic, and the figures will start to wield big swords, allowing the intruders to taste what it's like to hit a person with a weapon weighing hundreds of catties.

　　—In other words, these are two alchemy golems.

　　 Richard tried his best to look away from the motionless colossus and look ahead.

　　 One side of the spiral staircase is opened, revealing the open space. After entering it, you will find yourself in a cube surrounded by metal. Richard felt that this place was more like a collective prison. He looked at the upper level of the spiral staircase from the narrowing gap, where it was empty, and the streets on the ground floor completely disappeared from view.

　　 Along with a tremor, a huge cube with a large internal area enough to hold fifty people began to move slowly on the ladder track. The rising cube will pause for a few seconds every time it reaches a certain time, which means that it has reached the previous floor, and then the cube will be checked by the inner layer of the magic circle.

　　 Richard chanted six times in his heart. After about ten minutes, the cube finally stopped completely and the iron door slowly opened.

　　 He was holding a suitcase, and he had just taken a step when he saw a dozen young people gathered there. They came up on another cube. Each of them wore dark brown robes of the same standard.

　　 The leading person has a messy yellow short hair, a loose posture, sharp eyes, and a fierce smile on the corners of his mouth. He can vaguely see his fighting personality, and looks like an underground gang member. The clover on the robe illustrates the identity of this group: a legendary wizard in the field of spells, a member of the "Steppenwolves", the highest council of the magic tower, and a student of the wizard leader Loriel Garcia.

　　 Richard sighed secretly.

　　...It was a terrible encounter. Today is not my lucky day. He happened to know the man in the lead, who liked to make trouble, and at the same time, he was not easy to mess with. I just hope that the other party can learn magic well and don't get bored and trouble yourself.

　　 But unfortunately, things can't always go as people want. Richard was about to speed up his pace to leave, but the sight of the yellow-haired youth fell on him. The smile on the corner of the man's mouth slowly enlarged, and he walked over here.

　　 "What a coincidence, see who is here? Isn't this Mr. Abraham? What are you doing here, are you just coming back from the ‘hunting moment’ just like us?"

　　 Richard did not answer. He had to stop. Because if you ignore the other person here, the next days will definitely be uneasy.

　　 As for the so-called "hunting moment", it is one of the customs of the magic tower. As wizards trained in several chaotic places on the mainland, the young people living in the magic tower obviously need more than just the talents of studying magic ways and practicing magic in the laboratory or library. The fighting ability is the same for them. important.

Every one or two months, the Supreme Council will organize a group of promising elite students to leave the Wizarding Tower and go to the outside world to complete the tasks they have issued: sometimes hunting down demons in the wilderness, sometimes Collect precious materials that grow in high-risk areas, sometimes to encircle and suppress the magic towers that exist on the mainland.

　　 These missions are quite dangerous, and deaths are not uncommon during hunting moments. UU reads the book www.uukanshu.com, but young wizards can gain experience in fighting against people and monsters, as well as rewards for completing tasks. For the ambitious and ambitious new generation wizards of Magic Tower, this is the best way to grow into strong ones; they often compete fiercely with each other in the process in order to get rid of their peers, and even kill each other. .

　　...Of course, none of this makes sense to Richard. Since coming to the Black Tower, he has never participated in a "hunting moment". The apprentice wizard at level 1 can only master a few tricks that are not lethal, which is not much different from ordinary people. Participating in them is equivalent to seeking a dead end.

　　 "Oh, I almost forgot." Seeing Richard remain silent, the other party laughed quite happily. "One year later, Mr. Abraham is still a poor apprentice. For the sake of his life, of course it is impossible to go to the wilderness with us, am I right?"

　　 He did not deliberately control his voice, and the young companions could naturally hear the voice. They looked here one by one, and their ridiculous eyes fell on him.

　　 Although not everyone is as boring as the yellow-haired youth, but no one has any kindness towards Richard. For them, this weak and mediocre apprentice is undoubtedly an eye-catching presence on the seventh floor.

　　 When Richard was about to say something, the other party grabbed his shoulder and lowered the volume.

　　 "Hey, you went to the bottom to collect the monthly tax, right?"

　　 Richard frowned. So, he quickly understood that the other party had this idea.

　　 "Don't say you haven't taken anything other than the'monthly tax'." The other party's voice was low, "The last messenger was me, don't think about hiding it."