Real Name God

　　Monthly tax is a system established by the Supreme Wizarding Council. The gold coins, materials and materials collected must be placed in the warehouse truthfully. The other party naturally didn't dare to make this idea, but the extra "dedication" of the group of people below to please the upper class was another matter.

　　 It’s already a consensus that everyone in the top-level messenger can enjoy such hidden benefits.

　　 "I really don't." Richard replied calmly, "because I rejected them all."

　　 Of course he did not lie. But the yellow-haired young man obviously didn't believe it, his eyebrows raised and his face was angered.

　　 There is a huge gap in the power that a wizard can master every time it crosses a level; and the magic tower is a strict hierarchy of power supremacy, and the lower-ranked must respectfully obey the higher-ranking. This is common sense.

　　 "You are so brave, Mr. Abraham, am I underestimating you? A mere apprentice..."

　　 Richard noticed a change in the air flow around him. The opponent is a Level 4 wizard, fully capable of turning him into a coke in an instant. It's just that he really intends to do it on the top floor without applying?

　　 "What are you doing, Reid?"

　　 Just when the situation was rapidly developing in a sinister direction, someone else's voice came from behind them.

　　 Richard turned his head, and suddenly his eyes lit up-this is not a simple description, because standing in front of them is a young woman who shines like gold. She is the same age as her own, with long golden hair falling from her shoulders flowing with brilliance, and the wizard robe on her body is a red symbol of passion.

　　 She is looking at him coldly, to be precise, looking at Reed Joyce beside him.

　　 "It turned out to be Miss Willett."

　　 The yellow-haired man reduced the expression on his face and replied with a smile.

"Problems?"

　　 "Don't make trouble."

　　 The blonde girl answered concisely.

　　 "You mean trouble? Do you mean him?"

　　 Reid smiled casually.

　　 "If you want to deal with others, apply for a wizard duel."

　　 "Do you think this coward will agree?"

　　 "This is not a reason for you to start at the door of the ladder."

"I think you know very well that he doesn't deserve to be here." Reed shrugged. "Or do you want to stay with this kind of rubbish? This is an insult to us. If Mr. Abraham is sensible, It is time to take the opportunity of collecting monthly taxes to roll back to the first floor and live with the rats in the gutter."

　　 "He was brought up by Master Rasputin." Miss Willett said, "No one disputed this. Or are you questioning the decision of a wizard leader?"

　　 Reed Joyce glanced at him. After a while, he waved to the blond girl in the distance, turned and left without saying a word, and returned to his companions.

　　 It seems that the problem is solved?

　　 Richard scratched the back of his head. He is also busy to hand in the suitcase. However, out of politeness, I still have to thank the girl who helped him out.

　　 "Thank you, Willett Jr..."

　　 Before Richard had finished speaking, the witch had already passed in front of him. From beginning to end, she never looked at him with her straight eyes.

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　　 After Richard left the ladder, he quickened his pace and walked towards the destination.

　　 The top of the magic tower is a huge circle, and the road in the middle is flat, wide, and straight, and it is constructed to look like a five-pointed star after being connected.

　　 In the occult, the pentagram means "interlaced birth", symbolizing the universe where people intersect, and at the same time it has a powerful protective power and the effect of sealing demons. At the five vertices of the pentagram, there are buildings of completely different styles but equally large in scale.

　　 This is the city that belongs to the "Wolf of Steppens". The five solemn buildings symbolize the five wizard leaders who dominate the magic tower.

　　 The building that Richard went to is located in the southwest corner. Its owner is the legendary wizard Novih Rasputin in the psychic realm, who is also his teacher.

　　 Of course, the so-called "teacher" is only in name. Rasputin never taught him, but only brought him to this tower from the outside world.

　　 The teacher-student relationship in the wizarding world is no different from the master-servant relationship to some extent. The knowledge of the magic way is extremely precious, and the way of inheritance between the previous generation and the next generation is often secrecy, and it is impossible to share it with others for no reason. While receiving teaching, students need to serve their teachers with all their hearts in return.

　　 is especially true for Richard. Had it not been for the name "Novih Rasputin" to protect him, he would never have lived in the magic tower until now. Although he hadn't seen each other for nearly half a year, the powerful wizard might have forgotten his existence, but Richard was still very grateful to each other.

　　 A few hours later, he came to Rasputin’s palace. This is a towering building based on the owner's preference, modeled after a temple in an ancient desert country. There are three gates in the left, middle and right. At this time, all three doors were closed tightly, and he stepped into it through the small door opened on the side of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com. My room is on the edge of the corridor.

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　　 I don’t know how long has passed.

　　 The gloomy sky seemed to be just above the head within reach, and the dark clouds pressed down heavily. The cold rain slapped her cheeks that were exposed to the air without mercy. His eyelids moved slightly. Under the dual stimulation of the bone-chilling chill and slight pain, the young man opened his confused eyes.

　　 Where is... where?

　　 There is only instinct left in the body, and the brain is in chaos. Even so, he still slowly noticed the status quo... His whole body seemed to be frozen in cement and could not move, even only his eyes could move!

　　 This made the youth feel extremely frightened. He struggled hard and tried to get out of the predicament, but none of this worked. He could hardly feel his hands and feet. The youth desperately rolled his eyes and finally learned from the surrounding environment: he was lying under the mud, only his face was exposed. The body seemed to be contained in a container, completely imprisoned.

　　 Shouldn't... Shouldn't I, am I in the coffin now? !

　　 This terrible thought flashed through the youth's mind, like a thunder in the sky breaking through the night.

　　 He can barely breathe now, but the cold and heavy feeling from his chest makes him realize that his life is constantly passing by. But he didn't have the strength to break free, he could only count on others to save him.

　　 However, there is a large barren grass nearby. The field of vision is submerged in the endless darkness of wind and rain, and it can only be judged that this is a place far away from the city and people, a wilderness in the wild.

　　 No one will come to save myself...

　　 When the youth realized this, a sense of despair instantly filled his heart.

　　 He just woke up, is he going to die?