"There's no need to stand outside the door. Come in, my apprentice.”
An old but beautiful voice came from the room. The doors of the clock tower were usually very sturdy and had exceptionally strong soundproofing. However, the calm sounds inside the room easily penetrated the thick doors.
Tozaka Yuki shrugged and pushed the door open as if nothing had happened. In fact, a few small magic combinations could achieve such a result, and as a " crown " magician, Tozaka Yuki could achieve all of the above by simply activating his own magic power.
"So, why are you looking for me again, my proudest apprentice? Shouldn't you be preparing to go to your hometown, Winterwood?”
He pushed open the door and saw an elderly woman in a brownish-green robe that covered her body.
She was Aokazaki Orange's teacher, a female magician named Yinolai. Later on, she became Rin Sakura's teacher. This female magician had taught many outstanding disciples, including powerful and perfect individuals like Aokazaki Orange and people like Araya Muneren who would do anything for their ideals.
Without a doubt, she was the leader of the education field in the Clock Tower and the head of the Baruletta family, one of the three nobles in the Clock Tower.
However, such a person sitting in front of him didn't give him any pressure.
Because in these ten years, he was already familiar with his mentor's words and deeds.
In his eyes, his mentor was just an ordinary magician who wanted to be a street painter and had his own dreams.
" Mentor, I'm going to Winterwood tonight to participate in the fourth Holy Grail War. I came specially to say goodbye to you."
Yuanban Osamu said respectfully. He knew that this woman in front of him was respectable in every way.
"That's not all you want to say, right?”
Yinolai stared at her beloved apprentice. She knew her apprentice's habits too well. He would not wake up early if there was no benefit. No matter what, he would not come to bid her farewell twice.
"Of course, I wonder what your attitude is towards the participation of Kensi Elmero Aqipolude in the Holy Grail War?”
He still attached great importance to his mentor's opinion. He did not want to be kicked out of the Clock Tower by his mentor right after he dealt with Dean Ken.
" It's up to you, Kensi. He's the backbone of the aristocracy and is second only to you in recent years. But I heard that you don't have a good relationship with him, so it's up to you. Even if anything happens, the Elmero family will be taken care of by us.”
Ignore knew what her disciple wanted to know, so she went straight to the point and responded to the request of the Enzaka. Although she was not good at fighting, as a magician, she knew the dangers involved.
"Yes, Teacher. I'll take my leave first. Have a good rest.”
Hearing his mentor's attitude, Osamu felt a little guilty, but he did not put on an act. Instead, he chose to retreat and leave his mentor's office.
"There's more! I'll take care of Luvia. Don't worry about her safety!”
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, his mentor's voice came from the room.
Osamu waved his hand to indicate that he understood and respectfully closed the door of his mentor's room. He walked back the way he had always walked.
He still needed to go to his magic workshop to prepare some things.
Right at this moment, a gnashing voice came from behind.
"Don't tell me you don't dare to participate in the Holy Grail War and went to ask your teacher for help?”
He turned around, and a yellow lemon head appeared in front of him.
Lemonhead, ah no, Ken stared at the strong opponent in front of him aggressively. He could not forgive himself for being defeated by the opponent again and again.
Kensi was determined to defeat his archenemy in the Holy Grail War, the Far Eastern magician who always had a hypocritical smile on his face.
"Isn't this Department Director Ken? Why did you come to ask me to teach you again after your injury recovered?”
Osamu looked at Director Ken with a half-smile. He had considerable means and experience in dealing with this one-track-minded lemon head who clung to his noble dignity.
The students passing by felt the low pressure here and took a detour. They did not want to be implicated by the two geniuses of the Clock Tower.
"You can only laugh until now. In this Holy Grail War, I will definitely let you know that the glory of the nobles is inviolable!”
Kensi knew that he was not a match for the other party in terms of combat power. If they fought, he might even make a fool of himself.
However, once the power of the heroic spirits was added, the gap between the magicians would be infinitely narrowed. Perhaps this Holy Grail War was the opportunity to defeat this guy.
Kensi glared at Enzaka and turned to leave. He wanted to see if the holy relic he had prepared from Alexander Iskampur was in place.
It was probably impossible for him to obtain such a powerful holy relic. That was what Kensi thought.
Tosaka looked at the back of Kensi and shook his head silently. Lemon Head was still too narrow-minded. How could a soul bound by the so-called glory of nobility devote itself to the mysterious magic?
He looked around and chased away the students who wanted to see the world in chaos. Then, he continued to walk towards his magic workshop.
He also wanted to see if his holy relics were in place.
Yuki Tozaka walked to the magic workshop under the Creation Department.
As a magician of the highest " crown " level, it was only natural for Osamu to own a single magic workshop in the Clock Tower. He did not have to rent a magic workshop at a high price like those poor students.
Meanwhile, Osamu's talent was in creating magic outfits, and even concept outfits. His own combat power was also above his own powerful outfits.
At the same time, his custom-made outfits were also selling well in the Clock Tower area. The craftsmanship inherited from the creation of the Lord of Ke, Inole, was also sought after by the rich nobles.
There were even some gem-shaped magic outfits that could temporarily store magic. At that time, the capitalists of the clock tower even had one. Some magicians who had reached the " color level " were also no exception.
The door to his magic workshop was pushed open. Unlike those messy magic workshops with plants growing on the walls, the efficient magic workshop was organized.
He walked past the workbench used to make magic outfits, where there was a conspicuous box.
Yoshiaki opened the paper box on the table, revealing a piece of bright red scales.
It was as if a dragon was roaring in his ears.
P.S. Guess who the hero of the main character is?
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