Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1805 The 'death' list that has been set long ago

Of course, Aislin didn't know how entangled her teacher and senior brother were.

Although even those juniors who had a bad relationship with her felt that something was wrong, but she herself was not aware of it.

After all, in her opinion, everything now comes from her sincerity.

Aislin really felt that those who followed at the end were a bit annoying: a group of outer ring mages who didn't respect her at all, and her teacher was the main one, what right did they have to delay their journey?

She completely forgot that the reason why these people followed them was Lute's hope.

Do they really want to go to the Tower of Seattle so much?
The aggressiveness of the departure does not mean that they have to march in a hurry... On the contrary, the slower the better.

It's just that Root, as the first tower master of the tower of the black fan, must bear the responsibility of opening the way, and they are the first batch.

However, Aislin, who clearly should know and agree with this point...these people are also sorted according to her original setting...but at this time, they feel that they are a kind of drag, not a help.

Her overly natural change of attitude, which she didn't notice, actually scared many of her juniors and juniors.

However, after both Lute and Oliva remained silent, the others naturally fell silent.

Hill naturally also noticed the strange atmosphere in the team.

Moreover, he did not ignore Aislin's vicious eyes looking back.

He couldn't help but frowned, and turned to look at Russell: "Give me the list of the outer ring mages we're following here."

Russell opened the drawer of the low cabinet next to his single sofa, took out a folder from it, and handed it to Hill: "Here, teacher."

"Ah... Really." Hill flipped through it a few times and found something was wrong.

The outer ring mages who followed were all rich, even richer than West, who managed the apprentices.

Although there are indeed types of skilled people among the mages of the outer ring, it is impossible to make a fortune by relying on popular spells or techniques that everyone knows.

Even in other worlds, it is a miracle to go beyond the shackles of the spell level and find another way to go around.

Not to mention in a world that already lacks resources.

Therefore, it is not too difficult for such a mage to support himself, or even support himself and his family, but if he wants to be like these mages in their convoy, he can also support a bunch of apprentices, a few lovers, and a bunch of children and grandchildren Sun, it's impossible.

In any magic tower, there will be such a guy who finds the door.

No matter how powerful the controller is, he can't completely clean up the gravel in the shadows. As long as it is a place where human beings gather, small circles will naturally form.

Even if they cannot be seen in daylight, they do well in the shadows.

The Archmages will indeed stop some dirty things on the surface, but what about in private...they don't care too much.

Especially in the Magic Tower, many people who are oppressed are actually voluntary... In order to join the more promising circle in their eyes, they are willing to sacrifice their present.

And for most mages, stupidity is the most incurable mistake.

Originally, they believed in the Tower of Black Misty, which swept the snow in front of their doors, let alone caring about the life and death of the guy in their eyes who was looking for a dead end.

Hill carefully looked through the list again, and compared it with Gilbert's memory: Although Root never cared much about the students' private social circle, he still kept records in the Magic Tower. The name of the Outer Ring Mage of Common Sense' Matters informed his students.

The main thing is to prevent any student from being used because he doesn't know... If he knows and is willing to charge money to do things, then Lute will not care.

Anyway, they are all formal mages, and what kind of future they want to choose is their own business. Root has no interest in escorting other people's lives.

It's just that if you choose the wrong path, Root will give up on you.

Even though he has always been nice to Gilbert, it was also because of Gilbert. He may have been unlucky, but he didn't choose to miss it.

As for the Lute students who can still sit in this row of flying machines, they may have made small mistakes on the road to mages, but almost never made big mistakes... After so many years, the ones who made mistakes, of course, have long since disappeared. without a trace.

Hill closed the folder and threw it back on the coffee table.

"Teacher, what's the matter?" Russell picked up the folder and flipped through it, "Didn't you say that you don't need to care about these guys following behind?"

"I was thinking too much." Hill shook his head. "I should have thought about it earlier. Even if those capable and relatively sober mages wanted to follow us, they would not be able to clean up the pile of chores so quickly."

"After all, it was a short notice!" Russell knew a little better, "The Magic Tower was so chaotic some time ago, those who didn't want to participate chose to retreat.

How could it be possible to reorganize after knowing the news. "

"Then, the group of people behind..." Carpenter asked curiously, "Aren't there a lot of them?"

"Only those mages who are ready to move at any time can follow the first group." Russell replied softly, "And, they must have enough flying machines."

Carpenter blinked, and suddenly said: "Then, it's either the one with a lot of money, which is abnormal.

Or, that is, like Rolando, the family has sold out and only the aircraft and their own are left? "

Of course, there is also the so-called soul potion.

Russell flipped through it carefully before nodding to Carpenter.

"Hmm..." Carpenter glanced at Gilbert, who was already casually looking out the window, and lowered his voice extremely low, "So, something unfavorable to those people is going to happen, but there's no need to care about it?"

"Probably?" Russell curled his lips, "Anyway, it's something we don't need to worry about."

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"Teacher, why am I going to save those people?" On the large aircraft in the middle of the team, Oliva couldn't help asking, "Do they have that value?"

"Are you dizzy by the recent incident?" Root couldn't help but glance at his student sideways, "Could it be possible to make people think that I did it?

Why should I bear this debt for Aislin?
No matter what the people who were killed by the pit were, they all bear the name of the Tower of Black Mystery, and they believed in the power of me, Lute!

They can die, they can even be killed by me, but they can't, die in this way! "

Oliva was a little confused: "But, haven't you confirmed the list of these people, are you sure you can send them to die?"

Lute sighed deeply...Oliva's old problem happened again.

This guy, it's not that he can't think of it, but he just doesn't want to use his brain.

So, in the past, Root had always left it to Aislin... Although the girl was a bit extreme, she was at least willing to think about it, and figured out exactly what kind of result Root wanted.

Unlike Oliva, you have to explain everything to him, otherwise, this guy will definitely get into trouble.

For example, Aislin would never ask about such things.

Root couldn't help but patted the table: "I brought them because I didn't want innocent people to die when they were attacked.

But that doesn't mean I can watch them get killed and have nothing happen!
Now, do you understand?

Know what to do now?

Go back to your own aircraft!
I'm going to rest! "

(End of this chapter)