Surviving the Fourth Calamity

If there is an existence in this world that attracts their attention the most, it must be the wealth of Drifes.

The large amount of resources and money collected by the archmage are all entangled with complex desires.

Especially everything obtained from the Tower of Defense... the people on the Tower of Defense must be full of resentment towards Drifus for what he has done.

It is true that Drifus was sent to the Tower of Sia by mistake because of the civil strife between the families, but again, because he was not taught by those who concealed his existence, he was not expected.

If he resented the Tower of Defense and his family members, wouldn't it be enough to just be the Archmage of the Tower of Xiya?

Not everyone knew the true identity of Drifes... Even those who knew couldn't understand why he felt that since the Tower of Defense wouldn't belong to him, he shouldn't have the terrible thought of not existing anymore.

In most people's minds, Drivers just took another path... and, not necessarily a bad one.

After entering the resource-rich Tower of Sia, he doesn't need to carry those heavy burdens. With Drivers' aptitude, it is definitely not difficult to become a neutral archmage like Pate.

To put it bluntly, in the neutral faction of the Tower of Sia, many mages have similar backgrounds.

That's why Drivers' choice surprised even the devil.

It was also because of his overly crazy desires and the endless resentment surrounding him... Although Drivos smelled bad, the smell of money coming out of his hands was very fragrant.

If only those resources were given to Rossero, Fengo's subordinates would not feel anything.

But the fragrance is so lingering... who wouldn't want a piece of such a gluttonous feast?
However, although Feng Ge can understand their inability to control themselves, he is absolutely not allowed to appear in his name.

If it's just a personal dispute, Rossello should probably be mentally prepared.

The reason why he had to notify in advance was that he didn't want to cause a fight between the two factions.

Even for Fungo, thanks to Rossello for his willingness to extend a friendly hand.

After all, if he wasn't careful, he might be drawn into Gracia's mess again.

Feng Ge knew very well that the thought that he only wanted to protect himself and did not want to interfere was almost written on his face and raised above his head.

Therefore, Rossello can see that it is normal, after all, that guy is also good at running around... Over the years, Guangfengo has cleaned up Gracia's palace more than a dozen times, and that guy has been able to escape That very thorough cleanse.

Rossello must be a devil who is not greedy and knows how to measure.

But is Fengo a fool?
He couldn't run before, because the will of the Lord of Hell was pressing on his head, otherwise he must run faster than that guy.

Feng Ge gently dropped the pen in his hand on the table... He knew that he was a little too upset now.

Based on Fengo's understanding of Rossello, if he was normal, he would only choose to kick Fengo when he was running away, and only by making Fengo suffer misfortune can he be happy.

The hand that Rossello stretched out can only prove that what Gracia has done this time has caused that guy to be in a mess... He doesn't even care about the past grievances, and even the idea of ​​joining forces with him jumped out!
Fengo took a deep breath.

That hell princess, what did she do again?
What else is scarier than the fucking thing that she thinks that Mamen's darling is more important than her own father, and also qualified to be the Lord of Hell?
You know, Rossello is a big devil who can drink and have fun without changing his face when he listens to Gracia cursing his own father on the throne every day!
It can make him flustered like this... Gracia will not say what she said this time, but what she actually did in her hands, right?

It's impossible to cooperate with a certain abyss lord... Hehe~haha... Fortunately, the bottomless abyss can't grow men that meet Gracia's preferences. The natural chaotic light on them will only make the hell princess disgusted.

What could Fungo do?

Feng Ge can only choose to drown himself with work.

Clenching his fists, the Prosecutor of Hell resolutely started the most terrifying and craziest working mode: for all the intelligence agencies under his control...whether it is the endless planes or the complex and changeable nine layers of hell, Start a big spot check.

Only in this way can Asmodeus pass the test easily when he is doing the final calculation... Even the Lord of Hell understands deeply that this job will turn a great devil into an old hag.

Asmodeus would rather try his best to deal with his overly ambitious subordinates because of too much power, and he is absolutely unwilling to take this job back into his own hands.

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"It seems that our black artists really understand the art of living."

Rossero, who was standing on the cloud terrace of the White Tower, was smiling and talking. The delicate white silk robe covered with embroidery of the same color fluttered in the wind, and the silk cloak of the same color fluttered wantonly like the wings of a swan.

The female mage standing behind him, hidden in the pair of brown eyes with messy long hair, revealed an irrepressible admiration.

However, the cold wind made her suddenly realize where she was standing and who she was looking at.

So she immediately lowered her head and replied calmly: "Yes.

But he didn't stop his men from doing it privately. "

"That's enough." Rossello sneered, "Will I still lose to those idiots who have been dazzled by greed?
They dared to do something when their immediate superiors didn't dare to make a move... Tsk, Feng Ge, do you want me to help him clean up the house for free?

Damn~"

Although his tone was cold, his gentle tone made the female mage who was watching feel that Rossello was not as angry as he showed.

Although I don't know why.

But as a smart person who can become Rossello's direct subordinate in the White Tower, she absolutely believes that the shrewd and capable archmage in front of her will not suffer.

Since the 'black artist' chose to let Rossello do things without saying a word, it must be because he knew that Rossello could get enough benefits from it.

What Rossello was upset about was not being able to take advantage of it, rather than actually doing a white job.

She has followed Rossello for thousands of years, but she has never seen him suffer.

"Tell the news about me and the Black Tower." Rossello calmly gave instructions, "Try to let everyone in the White Tower know."

"Yes." The female mage was silent for a few seconds before asking softly, "Don't you need to warn them not to do it?"

"When I was about to strike myself?" Rossello laughed, "Who do I need to warn?

A sensible person will naturally know what choice to make.

I don't understand..."

Isn't it exactly what he needs?
Although Rossello didn't care about the idiots from the Black Tower who wanted to intervene, it would be nice if it could save him some effort.

As long as someone here in the White Tower dares to intervene, he is absolutely sure that they will fight first.

In this way...he would even save himself the little trouble of picking up corpses!
Rossello absolutely believed in the devil's sensitivity to money.

-

"The weather is really nice today!" Hill muttered softly.

"Teacher? What are you talking about?" Russell walked in from the door, looking at him in a daze...how could the weather outside be full of dark clouds?
Hill smiled and looked at him: "The wind blows very comfortably."

Russell stretched out his hand, felt the strong wind that blew the thick curtain to this side, almost sticking to the wall, and couldn't help blinking.

Their teacher, what stimulated them?
"Carpenter is back in his room."

In view of his teacher's thinking, Russell decided to give up thinking for a while and change the topic to something more realistic, "Teacher, I... I should stay here?"

"The safest place in the Magic Tower is your bedroom." Hilbert looked at him with a smile on his face, "Compared to accompanying me to fight powerful enemies, the most correct thing for you is to stay in a place where I can rest assured.

I don't want to play a bloody drama of 'let go of my students and talk about everything'. "

Russell sighed helplessly: "The teacher seems to be in a really good mood today."

"Do you know, Russell." Hilbert said very seriously, "It is a kind of merit to save this world from a robbery in the name of love."

Russell blinked, and a strange thought suddenly appeared in his mind: Why did he feel that what the teacher said had something to do with him?

Could it be... who has taken a fancy to him?
He couldn't help but tremble all over: the powerful female mage related to his teacher was either Pate or... Aislin.

Pate just chilled him, Aisling... Russell couldn't help but glance at the open window.

Hilbert, who didn't know that his students had already thought of the tragic ending of "it's not good, it's better to jump off the building", was still smiling happily: "Ah, fate~ It's amazing.

So, Russell, go back to your room and stay~"

Russell nodded, and simply chose to be obedient.

Ok?
Hill looked a little surprised at the back of Russell who turned and walked towards the corridor.

He thought Russell would pester him for a while!

Why is this kid so honest today?

With Russell's intelligence, he absolutely knew that in today's battle, Hill's winning rate was very high.

He and Carpenter, even if they stay here, they won't be too much trouble.

Hilbert chose to let them stay in his room, in fact, it was just to guard against some guys who might aim randomly.

For example, Gracia, who must be squatting on the top of the white tower to watch her avatar fight.

If the original development model is really what Hill thinks... Tsk, forget it, it's best not to think about it.

Anyway, the current Russell will definitely not become a broken and sad weak man who urgently needs to be rescued by others because of being destroyed by fate, being hunted down by the enemy, and oppressed by the teacher.