They said they wanted to seize the First Wizard Tower, but the battle to seize the First Wizard Tower would not start until several years later.
Had to wait a few more years.
"Instead of trying to capture the tower, we should beat them in the year-end evaluation." Nans looked eagerly at Signe who came in and sat down casually. "How is our contribution to the throne this year? Can we take first place?"
Sigourney snorted coldly: "At the beginning of the year, you said that it would be fine to stay in third place this year?"
"I've changed my mind now." Nance said confidently.
"There are still two months left." Sigourney raised the corners of her lips slightly, "Two months, that's enough."
Very conceited and reliable. Ash looked at Sigourney with sparkling eyes, and thought that this vampire's arrogant and noble attitude was particularly handsome and cute.
Nance also smiled and said, "I feel more at ease leaving it to you. I have to take a good look at Alex's angry face at the end-of-year party at the Wizard Tower this year."
Alex Bloomer - Master of the First Wizarding Tower.
Sigourney seemed to have made up her mind. After a brief pause, she cast her eyes lightly on Ash.
"I heard that you beat up Alex's grandson today?"
Ash admitted frankly, "Yeah." He just couldn't help but marvel at how fast gossip spread among wizards. Even Signy, who was at the First Wizard Tower on business, knew about it.
"Will it cause you any trouble?" he asked hesitantly.
"It doesn't matter, just hit me as you like." Sigourney paused, chuckled, and added, "Well done."
Being praised.
Ash pursed his lips sheepishly and smiled faintly.
Nance coughed lightly, "But the hands of the First Wizard Tower are very dirty. Ash, you should bring a guard with you when you go to and from school recently. Quentin is a good one."
“Quentin?”
If Nance hadn't said anything, Ash would have almost forgotten about the vampire assigned to him.
"But I can't sign a contract with him." He said in confusion. Without a contract, how could Quentin listen to him? He remembered that this vampire had a bad temper.
"No need for a contract." Nance said, "Using alchemical tools can temporarily achieve the effect of a contract."
Nance showed Ash the alchemical tools he mentioned, the matching collar and bracelet. The collar was for Quentin, and the bracelet was for Ash to wear.
The Wizard Association provides a rental service for magical creatures. After paying a certain amount of points, wizards can rent the corresponding magical creatures for a period of time. It is just a rental relationship, and it is not appropriate to sign a contract between the two parties. Therefore, most of them use this prop - "Greed Embrace".
Greed is one of the seven ancient demons in the legendary alien dimension, Hell. Anyone targeted by this demon, both physically and spiritually, cannot escape from its clutches.
This set of props is named "Embrace of Greed", and its effectiveness is obvious.
Ash was distressed: "Can I not do that?"
"The Association will not let a magical creature lie there in vain. If you don't want it, it will be put into the magical materials management department of the wizard tower." It was Sigourney who spoke slowly, "or it will be loaned out and wear the Greedy Embrace more than once."
Ash was stunned: "Then..."
"Let him go back?" Sigourney smiled, but her smile was cold. "And before long, he will ambush you on your way again?"
"Sigourney!" Nance glared at Sigourney, then said softly, "Ash, Sigourney is right, it's time for you to take Quentin under your name. As for his expenses..." Nance seemed to have heard Ash's "no money to support him" theory, and smiled, "Don't you have me?"
He looked at Ash gently and said, "In Iluv, you are an orphan from Stone Castle and you are now in my care. Before you grow up and become independent, I will take care of your food, clothing, housing and transportation. Quentin belongs to you now, so he is naturally under my care."
Ash: "Mr. Nance..."
Nance winked at him and said, "You can call me Grandpa Nance."
Sigourney, who was standing next to him, sneered at him for trying to be cute even at his age.
Nance, Grandpa…
My heart suddenly felt warm and slightly swollen.
Ash pursed his lips and reached out to pick up the cold alchemical tool: "I know."
In any case, Mr. Nance's advice was always for his own good.
Now that the decision had been made, there was no time to lose. Nance asked Sigourney to take Ash to the magic materials management office in the tower to bring Quentin out of the detention room.
Ash followed Sigourney and arrived at a floor that was particularly unfamiliar to him - this was inside the wizard tower, one of the few places he did not have permission to enter.
Coming out of the elevator in the tower, there is a long and narrow corridor sandwiched between the left and right walls, and in front of you is a huge and heavy metal door, blocking the corridor tightly.
"Selvi, open the door." Sigourney stood in front of the door and ordered.
"Okay. I'm happy to serve Ash." A gorgeous baritone voice rang out in the cramped space, with its own reverberation.
Sigourney glanced at the boy standing next to her and said, "You have a very good relationship with it."
Ash couldn't help but laugh, "Actually, he likes Sigourney's better."
"I didn't do that, don't talk nonsense!" Selvi quickly retorted, "He always makes me miserable, it's so annoying!"
Sigourney clenched her fist and pretended to punch the wall beside her: "Like this?"
"No, you can't do this!" Selvi screamed in horror, "Ash, sh! Stop him! Okay, okay, I like you, I like you, Sigourney!"
Sigourney's punch lightly lost its force and lightly retracted it: "I'm sorry, I don't like you very much, Selvi."
Selvi: “嘤QAQ”
Ash whispered to comfort it: "Actually, he likes you very much."
Selvi: “!”
Selvi: "The door is open. Please, please come in."
I felt nervous, shocked, and inexplicably shy.
Sigourney had a blank expression on her face. Would he like this kind of girlish alchemical life that hums all the time?
He raised his hand and grabbed Ash's neck as if he were holding a small animal, warning him, "Shut up."
Ash felt a chill on the back of his neck, and as he watched the metal door in front of him slowly open, he shut his mouth obediently.
Behind the door, the narrow corridor curved and stretched for a long distance, looking like an arc. On both sides of the corridor were standard rooms. Although simple and rigid, the aesthetics were still above the average of the dazzling royal city. The relaxed tones of milky white and light blue intertwined, making the depressing environment lively and fresh.
Ash followed behind Sigourney and walked forward, his boots making crisp sounds on the obsidian floor.
On every door you pass is the race and name of the magical creature in the room.
They didn't walk far before they saw a nameplate with the words "High-level Vampire Quentin" on it on the wall of a room.
With the help of Selvi, the door was quietly opened, revealing a simply decorated room.
The handsome and gloomy vampire sat on the sofa at one side of the room, sprawled out in a daze.
He still had magic-suppressing shackles on his hands and feet, so he could only raise his hands high and spread them out. He looked like the letter "1", long and thin, and looked particularly stupid.
Sigourney: “Heh.”
His voice, even just one syllable, was like stirring up a hornet's nest.
The flattened vampire suddenly jumped up and glared at the door: "What are you doing here!" His eyes fell on the collar in Ash's hand, and his face changed. "Greedy Embrace? You want to put it on me?"
He arched his back in caution. "Don't even think about it! I'd rather die than touch that thing!"
Sigourney walked to the long table and tapped the tabletop with her fingers: "Would you rather die? When you fell into the hands of the wizard, you should have guessed what the end would be. But you still managed to live to this day."
Ash looked at the table, where there was an exquisite and gorgeous crystal bowl. The walls of the bowl were a light red. It was not the color of the material itself, but a layer of red that was stained because it was once filled with blood.
Quentin accepted the food given by humans in order to survive.
Just as Sigourney questioned, he knew what he would face, but still chose to live.
Perhaps it was the shame of being seen through, or perhaps it was the anger at having compromised himself, but Quentin clenched his fists and was about to rush over, but the restraints on his body made him lose his strength and he could hardly stand.
He took a deep breath, and his previous crazy and violent temper seemed to be locked inside his body, no longer easily sticking out. He stared at Sigourney and Ash, with a strange smile on his lips: "That's right, no matter how you torture me, I won't die."
He said: "I will live and wait for the right opportunity, and one day, I will make you die in my hands."
He laughed. "Why? Even if I said something like this, you still wouldn't kill me, right? High-level vampires are such precious magical materials!"
Although he was smiling, his voice was extremely sinister: "Sooner or later, you will pay the price in blood for your carelessness and arrogance!"
"So much nonsense." Sigourney said nonchalantly, "Ash, put the things on him. Since he is so lively and naughty, the first order is to let him sing a nursery rhyme."
Ash: "...Okay."
Quentin: "Damn it Sigourney you--kid, don't come over here! Ugh!"
Ash: "Just sing... Water Fairy Baby. Um, can you?"
Quentin: "Mr. Seawater fell and lost the water elf baby in his arms..."
Strange! Shame! Humiliation!
He! Remember! It! Was!
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