Super Righteous Player
Chapter 961 - 19 Skinny Tall Ghost Shadow

Chapter 961: Chapter 19 Skinny Tall Ghost Shadow

Annan decided to first discuss a serious matter and did not directly bring Thirteen Aromas and Husky with him.

Instead, he carelessly left them in the lower levels.

Considering that Husky was too naive and might easily be swindled by those witch apprentices, Thirteen Aromas did not dare let her out of his sight for too long.

So, with Annan’s help, they first invited several instructors—then had the instructors call for the male and female class leaders.

Compared to going themselves to ask for the class leaders... this way made the class leaders more patient. Because this was not about discussing business with these witch apprentices but having them fulfill the instructors’ requests.

These newly recruited young wizards of Heath Tower of Black were at a critical period.

They were excited by the magic of spells and realized their difference from ordinary people.

But on the other hand, they had not mastered any real techniques... and thus had not been involved in complex projects.

So they had not been beaten down by society yet. They had not considered the possibility that they might be inadequate. In two more years, the instructors would arrange some work for them, and only then would these wizard apprentices truly realize the gap between them.

Some could advance to silver and might even be able to have very professional and academic discussions with the instructors before advancing to bronze, while others struggled to fill even the four spell slots required for the apprentice level, finding it extremely difficult to advance to bronze.

Not to mention those who were so outstanding that they were chosen as successors by the Tower Master, the Tower’s Child.

For the first two years, their relationship with each other was very close... mainly because of the lower pressure of the courses. But in another two years, there would be quite a gap between them.

Those wizards who struggled to advance to bronze and those great wizards who easily advanced to silver would have completely different social circles in the future. By then, many young wizards would have a real awakening.

They would start to realize that, even though they were selected to study at the Wizard’s Tower, they would not become the powerful and noble great wizards of legend.

Although they had the smooth path to advance to silver without needing any rare traits or achievements in nightmares—simply by filling their spell list...

It still did not mean that everyone could advance to silver. Because of the fairness of the environment, many were utterly despondent—since they did not even have room to complain about unfairness.

By then, whether protecting some minor nobility, planning to do various niche businesses, or even becoming adventurers and mercenaries to take on tasks... even as a respectable wizard, they had to accept positions as noble tutors teaching literacy courses if they came along.

After all, it was about making a living.

Employment for conversion wizards was indeed good.

And higher-ranking conversion wizards did indeed make the most money of all schools.

—But that did not mean entering Heath Tower of Black would secure a good job.

However, the young wizards of now, clearly did not understand this principle.

Their greatest advantage at the moment... was because the courses were simple for the first two years.

Even their parents did not know how talented they were. This made it very easy for them to ask their families for "sponsorship." And their overly arrogant mentality, along with an urgent desire to prove themselves, also made them quite easy to deceive...

Husky might not be able to handle it, but for Thirteen Aromas, tricking these kids was very simple.

After all, as great wizards of the silver rank—even though more than half of their spell list was empty, they were exactly what these wizard apprentices dreamt of becoming.

To them, that was the shiny "idol."

With the support of these multiple buffs, Husky and the others found it easy to fool some investments... or rather, to "seek a wave of crowdfunding after collecting player feedback, in exchange for early access to a game that has entered the development plan," an action that naturally would not face much resistance.

Meanwhile, Annan ascended to the top floor alone, riding in an elevator-like mechanism.

It was a single-room structure that looked both like a CEO’s office and an opulently decorated study, with Heath Tower of Black becoming narrower the higher it went, like an obelisk with maps recorded on it.

The bottom floor was roughly the size of three or four buildings put together, and just two stories were completely sufficient for three to five years’ worth of students to live in. But at the very top, there was only the size of one room left.

It was still slightly larger than Annan’s bedroom in the Duke’s mansion.

But that was about it.

In the center of the study, the dim yellow candlelight burned quietly.

And on the inside of the desk, sat a cup of steaming hot tea—but there wasn’t even anyone sitting over it. There wasn’t a second chair prepared on the opposite side either.

Annan did not see Hugo, the Tower Master robed in magnificent red, but his perceptions told him... there was indeed someone in this room.

"—Please take a seat, Your Highness Annan."

A young voice suddenly echoed in the room, "This tea is brewed for you."

Annan followed the voice and saw a tall, thin shadow standing in the corner of the room.

He was wearing a pure black mask, his clothing matched that of Salvatore—both featuring a high collar, so high that a slight bow would cover the cheekbones, and a long duster.

The mask had no eyes, no mouth, and not even the holes for breathing. There was only a red symbol of "Alpha" shining faintly.

He had no hair and no hands. Or rather, his hands were hidden at the abdomen, and the duster had no designed sleeves.

He stood as straight as a pole—so thin and straight it was hard to tell whether it was one leg or two.

It was as if a powerline pole had come to life.

With this figure, he clearly could not sit down or drink tea.

"Master Hugo."

Annan did not stand on ceremony.

He simply nodded slightly, greeting the Tower Master of Hugo as he held the "Bicolor Warden Staff" in his left hand and sat down composedly.

It looked as though Annan was the owner of the room—and Hugo was just a member of the assassination squad reporting to his lord.

After sitting down, Annan’s expression became serious again.

He earnestly asked the Tower Master of Hugo, "You let Dragon Well pass on a message to me... saying that I must come and couldn’t let Salvatore know. What exactly happened?"

"I suppose Your Highness might have already guessed."

"I have some guesses, but I don’t know if they are right."

Annan did not deny it but nodded instead.

He frowned slightly, "Is it the hidden danger caused by the previous confrontation with Bernadino?"

"Not just that..."

The slender shadow spoke with a quite youthful voice, "I also want to confirm something with you.

"—The Book of the Celestial Chariot, it’s been collected... hasn’t it?"

Annan paused slightly.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip. Then he slowly nodded.