A strange world

[Dear eldest sister and second sister:

This letter is written as I have just returned from a visit to the Laurentian family.

The old man of Mars is an old man who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He agreed to help me. Tomorrow, I will go to the Mage Tower to contact that Olmedo.

The attitude of the person who robbed me of my city lord will affect my decision on this matter... If I give up fighting for the position of micro city lord and giving up revenge, I hope you can forgive me.

Also, I received another letter two days ago. The content of the letter is that Breeze City is full of dangers, and I hope I will give up here and return to the family... I am not sure if this letter is from the family, but we'd better be more cautious next time.

I'm not sure if this letter will reach the family, or are our correspondence being monitored by the murderer?

Anyway, I'm doing okay here, some friends are helping me and helping me out of trouble. You don’t have to worry about me, and you don’t have to come here in person. The Osulund Territory is the foundation of the family, so run it well.

——Levis on August 16]

Annan put down his quill, rubbed his wrist that was sore from hanging, and dried the ink on the letter paper.

Letter seals are painted with wax.

This letter will be sent to the Osurund Territory - this letter detailing Annan's next trip will become a test to see if Annan will be attacked again.

There's still about a week until the identity is revealed.

There are eight days until the apocalypse forecast.

Annan didn't know if the two dates were related, but it wouldn't be too long before this dangerous Levi's impersonation show was over.

Annan hopes to get out of this troublesome dispute as soon as possible. Rather than sitting around and playing role-playing games with the nobles, Annan preferred to do what he wanted without restraint, even if it was becoming a salesman selling Susan spinning machines.

But now, Annan will continue to wear the cloak of the King of the North, and make excuses with the nobles to increase his chances of not being punished.

The next trip to the Mage Tower is one of the weights.

…

The majestic tower towering into the clouds seems to echo the top of the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

Standing under this man-made structure, it is easy to feel your own insignificance.

"Do you know why the Mage Tower is a tower?"

In the circular square outside the Master's Tower, Michael, who came to greet Annan, asked.

"Because the tower extends to the sky and reduces its expansion on the ground. This symbolizes the desire to stay away from the world and to contact the starry sky and the ethereal spiritual world." After finishing speaking, Annan saw Michael's eyes becoming strange: "I never I saw it in a book.”

"Then why not just build a floating city?"

"Because the mage just wants to be high up and not far away from the world."

"Haha I like that explanation."

Before entering the mage tower, Annan looked for Della.

"Dara, do you want to come with me?"

"don't want."

Della refused and got out of the car.

Michael also said that outsiders were not allowed to enter the Magistrate's Tower, and gave Annan a badge to wear on his chest.

The coat of arms is in the shape of a door and represents visitor status.

"Is Olmedo the same as me?"

"Well, but he is the city lord, so the badge will not be taken back..." Michael said in a complicated tone, "These should belong to you."

Annan said nothing and asked Della to stay in the carriage to wait for him. He and Michael walked through the circular square and walked into the entrance of the Mage Tower.

When entering the mage tower, Annan felt as if he had passed through a membrane like a water curtain. Then, the busy and bustling hall of the Mage Tower appeared in front of you:

Wearing gray and brown mage robes, the young mage apprentices held thick books or magic materials. The mage apprentices who learned to cast spells dragged them with the hands of the mage, while the mage used the disc spell.

Occasionally, a boy or girl hurried past holding a magic pet or a summoned object or something that Annan had never seen before, and a house-like halo wandered over the hall in an orderly manner——

"The Mage Tower is divided into different functional areas. The alchemy layer, the library layer, the operation layer, and the potion layer." Michael introduced to the astonished Annan.

"Which floor are we going to?"

"Second floor. Visitors can only visit the first three floors."

Walking along the open spiral staircase to the second floor, Michael lowered his voice: "The usurper... Olmedo is already here."

What caught the eye was the long blond hair, and then the slender, elegant figure outlined by the waist, making Olmedo's back look like a female knight.

"This is your chance to see him up close."

Michael said, leading Annan into a classroom behind Olmedo.

"Oops, it's Novarulla's class..." Michael complained in a low voice after seeing the instructor on the podium. "He likes nothing more than asking students to go up and talk... You're screwed."

Michael's words were not without purpose, because as soon as he finished speaking, Annan was selected by Novarullah.

He had no choice but to stand in front of the podium, think for a moment and say:

"I'm a warlock."

After a slight pause, without boos and insults or arcane missiles, Annan continued: "But because I have only been a warlock for a short time, my personal experience may be very rough..."

Ignoring Olmedo under the podium, Annan tried to tell a story about race... It was in the style of "Warlock's Notes". The interested expressions of the mage apprentices of similar age in the classroom showed that they liked to hear this.

After talking about tauren and vampires, I started talking about elves, and then I couldn't help but think of Della.

The attentive listening of the sorcerer apprentices gave Annan confidence, and he continued to mix the "Warlock's Notes" and the feeling that Della gave him:

"Elves... they are as hot as fire."

A young apprentice interrupted Annan and asked, "Excuse me, why are the elves I see so indifferent?"

"Because you are not familiar with it yet." Annan said euphemistically.

"...the elves who are proud and indifferent in front of other people will melt people with their passion when facing their lovers...and elves are the most loyal race to love, and nothing can turn them away--"

boom--

At this time, the classroom door was knocked open by a disheveled figure.

Wearing a mage robe made of rough linen, the pointed ears emerging from the messy hair revealed the identity of the intruder - an elf.

"Who is talking nonsense!"

Screaming like a crisp bird song, this elf who was far from a normal elf came to Annan. On the chest of the bulging mage robe, behind the sticky and dirty hair, a bloodshot eye stared at Annan: "Listen boy, you are not allowed to slander the noble elf!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Give me your address! I will make time to go there as soon as possible and tell you what a real elf is like!"

"What?"

"Hurry up!" She gradually lost her patience and grabbed Annan's mage robe and pulled him to her chest. This action did not activate the defensive spell of the mage robe. "You need to be corrected! Let me squeeze your wrong perceptions hard..."

"Give me your address quickly!"

Annan thought the contents of the Warlock's Codex seemed a bit conservative.

What's going on with the elves in this world?