The Lord Who Wants to Be Emperor

"I want a magic tower that belongs entirely to me, at least twenty... stories high."

Addison originally planned to talk about the twenty-five-story magic tower, but was killed by Duke Medea's fierce gaze.

The Duke of Medea knows the price of the magic tower.

After all, it's not just just building tall buildings, but also a lot of magic materials.

The first ten layers only need a few million gold coins, and then each layer will cost half a million gold coins. After the fifteenth layer, each layer will cost two million gold coins. On the twentieth layer, the first layer will cost nearly five. million.

Addison opened his mouth to be twenty floors, which was a idiot.

"Fifteenth floor! Do you want love?" Duke Medea said grumpily.

Addison's eyes widened, his face was incredible.

Bargaining is not like that.

"No, I'm a great magister..." Addison said unwillingly.

"Can you beat me? Do you want love!" Duke Medea said proudly.

"Me!" Addison blushed somewhat.

Aslan looked at him and smirked.

Addison groaned for a while and said, "The 15th floor is only 15 floors, but I have to reserve space for expansion, and I will continue to increase it in the future."

Duke Medea nodded.

This is the rule of Merlot City. The number of floors to be built is determined from the beginning, and the expansion space can also be reserved. As for whether it can be expanded in the future, that is the matter of the Magister.

Addison left in a huff, but he couldn't help showing a sly smile when he walked out of Fort New Merlot.

It doesn't matter how many floors of the magic tower is completely at its disposal. The big deal is that it has been expanded, and if you don't have any money, you will go to the pit and kidnap.

Addison is already considering how to cut a wave of leeks from the Shifang Alliance nobles after going back.

Aslan, who had already arranged all this, took his legendary team and embarked on an adventure in the Asian subcontinent.

One great magister, two knight mentors, two swordsman mentors, plus Aslan as the captain, the great magister is strong enough to push the entire Prince Principality.

Due to distance restrictions, the first stop can only go to Marata Fort.

The group of people changed into ordinary weapons and equipment, but when they stepped into the Maratha Fort, they were still stared at by the Maratha Fort people.

The so-called ordinary equipment is also the weapons and equipment produced in Merlot, and it is still the top equipment on the East Asian subcontinent.

The Duke of Medea wore a scarlet mage robe, with a high sword hat on his head, and then used face masking magic. Looking at it from a distance, he could not distinguish between genders.

Aslan's is much simpler, the blue magician robe, and the hood is also inlaid with a silver rim.

Veretta and Cuchurin just wore a piece of leather armor, and their weapons were carried on their waists or backs.

The two knights didn't wear their full body armor, just a breastplate. Arthur was wearing a knight's sword around his waist, and Bowes was also carrying a double-sided axe behind his back.

The cold light on the axe blade is shining, and you can see the extraordinary of the double-sided axe at a glance.

Two migrant soldiers raised their long spears horizontally, trying to stop Aslan and the others to collect the toll. They were slapped and slapped by Bose before they even spoke. They were slapped and slapped cleanly.

The other soldiers at the city gate were silent, but no one dared to stand up and speak, but a soldier with a quick footing left secretly, he was ready to report.

Aslan swaggered into the city with the team members. Maratha Fort, which had been razed to the ground, became noisy again, and a large number of people flooded into the city, but most of them were yellowish and thin with severe malnutrition. This was caused by prolonged hunger.

Maratha Fort is divided into an outer city and an inner city. The outer city occupies three-quarters of the city. There are countless refugees who are unclothed and hungry, and there are illegally built shacks and everywhere. The garbage, coupled with the shortage of water sources.

As soon as I entered the city, there was a stench on my face.

Fortunately, everyone is a top powerhouse, and this stench is easily isolated.

The Duke of Medea took the lead, and anyone who stood in front of them was pushed away by the barrier.

The rampage along the way caused Aslan to shook his head helplessly, which was already eye-catching enough, but now it's hard not to attract others' attention.

In the end, he was stopped when he was about to enter the inner city.

After all, the people living in the inner city are all high-level refugees. In case it is a killer sent by a local nobleman, it is not enough to carry out a large-scale killing in the inner city.

"Sorry! The inner city is a heavy place. You can't enter without a pass." Two heavy armored swordsmen stopped Duke Medea with solemn expressions.

The Duke of Medea just wanted to slap the two people in the way and was pulled behind by Aslan.

"Sorry! Our captain is a bit grumpy. We are adventurers passing by here. Get ready to rest here for a while." Aslan said politely.

One of the swordsmen was named Casillas, his hand did not leave the hilt from the beginning to the end, with a gentle smile on his face, and a little handsome appearance, very friendly.

"It's okay, it's just that the inner city has not been opened to the outside world for the time being. I'm really sorry, or you will stay there for the time being! There are military patrols here every day, and there will be no people with long eyes to disturb you." Casillas Said with a smile.

The Duke of Medea snorted coldly, just about to get angry, he was picked up by Aslan, and said as he walked: "No problem, I won't trouble you anymore."

Casillas could not help but breathe a sigh of relief watching the group of people leaving Aslan.

"The red magician should be a woman, possibly a master of the wizard level. The two armor-piercing men should be knights, and the two leather armors should be archers and assassins. They carry weapons from them. It can be seen." Casillas said solemnly.

"You go report it right away, I'm staring here."

"Okay! Then you be careful." The other companion entered the inner city without looking back.

Aslan put down the Duke of Medea. They were on the corner of the inner city, separated from the inner city by an inner city river, but now the inner city river has dried up.

This corner of the street happened to be occupied by a group of gangsters holding sticks. They saw Aslan and his party approaching, one by one showing a fierce look, but no one dared to stand up.

They are mainly composed of strong refugees. They collect protection fees and live their lives on weekdays. They know themselves and are okay with ordinary people, but if they are to fight against professionals, it is undoubtedly an egg and a stone.

Bose took off the double-edged axe behind his back, while dragging the ground, he said: "Are you going to roll by yourself, or I will help you throw the corpse out."

After finishing speaking, he chopped off with an axe and directly split a dirt house in half.

Seeing this scene, these rascals turned pale instantly and left with a grin.