A few days have passed, and there seems to be no sign of the martial law in Saan being lifted.
It’s not that the families of the members of the Financial Power Association are putting pressure on the local security bureau in Saen. They are still busy making money and have no time to care about this.
The person who currently attaches great importance to this matter is the mayor of Sharn, the former king of Breland.
He once wanted to turn Sharn into the most extravagant city, and the personal safety of the wealthy became a key factor.
But now, the most profitable people in the entire continent died in Sarn, and they were at the top of Sarn.
Thinking back to the time when he first came here with Hope, Carl found that he had almost no good feelings towards this place, Sharn.
The current mayor once wanted to turn all the people of Sharn into his own undead army, but now he wants to make this place the safest city in all of Khorvaire.
Carl couldn't help laughing when he saw the phantom news of the former king's speech being broadcast on the street.
After spending a considerable amount of gold coins, Carl teleported directly from Sharn to Arkanix.
When he first came here, he did not have the financial resources and status to use the teleportation array, but now when he walked into the teleportation hall, the wizard in charge of the teleportation almost smiled and greeted him as he walked in.
The change in strength has indeed brought about quite a lot of changes.
Stepping into the portal, accompanied by a buzzing sound brought by magic, everything in front of Carl's eyes has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Looking at the extremely familiar teleportation square, he suddenly felt like he was home.
Without hiring a giant eagle, Carl flew to the Tower of Wonders in a leisurely manner amid the envious gazes of his fellow schoolmates.
Carl found Moore's office with ease, and without even looking at it, he pushed the door and walked in.
"Master, I'm going back...eh? Teacher Samir? Where's my master?"
Just as he was about to say hello, Karl looked up and found that the person in front of him was not his kind master, but the teacher in charge of the construct course.
Samir, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, adjusted his glasses and then said helplessly, "Of course your master is in the tower master's office. Lord Malchi has resigned from the position of tower master. Now the tower master is your master, and I have also been promoted. This is the reward for me helping him handle affairs during the time he went to Storm Bay."
After saying this expressionlessly, the other party lowered his head and continued to calculate the data in the report in his hand.
It can be seen that he is already very skilled in the related work.
"Haha, excuse me for bothering you. I'll be leaving now."
With an apologetic smile, Carl turned and left, closing the office door.
The next second, a pure white light door appeared in front of him.
Carl smacked his lips and stepped inside.
In the familiar space, Mooreban sat in the seat belonging to the tower master in an orderly manner, and it seemed that he was able to take on the duties of the tower master skillfully.
Of course, under normal circumstances, tower masters don’t have much work to do. Most of the time, they exist as a “deterrent”, and their only task is to be promoted to a legend.
Seeing his long-lost disciple, Morban stroked his beard and asked, "I heard that more than half of the top leaders of the Jinquan Society died at once, and the resurrection technique cannot revive them?"
"Ha, that seems to be the case. But Master, I didn't come back to talk to you about this. I have made some progress in my career development as a machinist..."
After taking a quick look, Mooreban suddenly looked up and looked at his apprentice with some disbelief.
"Hiss~, my goodness, what's wrong with your brain? You can even think of such a direction? No wonder you are not afraid of too much turmoil caused by the war beast technology. This psychic hacker is too restrained against combat units such as war beasts and constructs! Probably only the golem can counter it a little, but if you continue to study along this path, the golem is probably..."
Although golems and constructs are similar, the former are more inclined towards magic, while the latter are more inclined towards technology.
After thinking for a while, Mooreban suddenly looked up and asked, "What level are you at now?"
"Level 16 Artificer, Level 3 Warrior. My intelligence attribute is not high enough, so I probably won't be able to make a breakthrough in the Artificer level in a short period of time. So I want to become a warlock part-time. This is the talent I got from the mind flayer larva."
After listening to Carl's introduction, Mooreban nodded.
"That's a good idea. You already have a research direction, and you can definitely rely on this research to become a legend. However, in addition to breakthroughs in your career, spiritual transformation is also of utmost importance. Hmm, do you have any wishes that you really want to fulfill?"
Carl was caught off guard by this unexpected turn of events.
But before he could answer, Mooreban said, "Fulfilling one's own strong desire can also be an opportunity for spiritual transformation. Lord March is taking this path, and he is about to achieve it."
As he spoke, Moore pointed to the invitation on the table, and Karl suddenly understood.
"Is this still possible? No wonder Lord Marchita hasn't been promoted to Legendary for so many years!"
Thinking about how Marchi had stayed at level 20 for so many years, Carl couldn't help but have a little more respect for this tower master who he once thought was a bootlicker.
"Well! That's not the case. He can actually be promoted at any time. After all, he has the talent. The reason why he has to wait until he marries Queen Aundair before being promoted to Legend is to verify this theory."
Hearing that the dog-licking tower master did not fail to get promoted entirely because of love brain, Carl began to doubt the truthfulness of what Mooreban said.
If it were him, he would have been promoted directly.
"Oh! This idea is too disrespectful to the tower master. If I were at level 6, I would definitely not dare to think like this."
After a little introspection, Carl temporarily abandoned his messy thoughts in this regard and began to think about what strong desires he had.
Driving a mecha was probably one of his strongest wishes, but he had already achieved it a long time ago.
Have a beautiful and virtuous wife?
This might have been a strong wish in his previous life, but in this life, Carl has exceeded his expectations.
After thinking about it, Carl finally thought of something.
"Well~, I want to find the half-dimensional dungeon where Hope and I were trapped, and kill the mind flayer inside!"
Carl suddenly raised his head, a gleam in his eyes, and spoke in a firm tone.
Seeing Carl's expression, Mooreban was sure that this was indeed what his apprentice wanted to do very much.
Stroking his beard, he said, "Well, try to accumulate some killing spirit part-time warlocks during this period, and I will help you get some relevant information. By the way, did you get any ores or other things in that demiplane? Give me one, and I will try to help you locate it."
(End of this chapter)