Chapter 242

At the junction of the sea of clouds and the water, a white tower stands between heaven and earth.

"That's the holy Tower!" Locke sighed that in the morning, the grey robed old man who had disappeared from the port of zekton in the eyes of the public appeared again today and said that he would arrive at the holy tower on time at 4 p.m.

Although it was only ten days since Princeton took off, Locke felt it had been as long as months.

Life on the deck was so boring that the monotonous scenery consumed Locke's curiosity.

If the ship on the water is OK, Locke can enjoy the sea breeze. If the floating ship accidentally falls down, it will end in pieces.

Up to now, Locke doesn't know how high the floating ship flies.

There are too few visible references. The flying herons and other birds flying under the floating ship let Locke know that his current altitude may be higher than that of normal birds.

The grey robed old man was right. At 4:00 p.m., the floating ship arrived at its destination.

An island with lush forests appeared under the floating ship.

In the central area of the forest, the holy tower, which is hundreds of kilometers high, stands like the pillar of Optimus.

Locke doesn't know what creatures live in the forest outside the holy tower, but it's not difficult for Locke to guess that there are at least powerful creatures at the level of Warcraft.

Because the original Murphy forest was far less oppressive than this forest.

Before long, people changed from the shock brought to them by the peripheral forest to the novelty of Santa college.

The difference between the holy tower college and Imperial College is that there is no redundancy in the space here. The cylindrical teaching building makes the space inside the holy tower to the extreme. The translucent connecting corridor makes the magic apprentices standing outside clearly see the holy tower magicians walking inside.

The most eye-catching is the kilometer holy tower above the holy tower college. Looking up, you can't see the end.

"If you want to visit, there is plenty of time. Now get off the ship!" The grey robed old man flew in mid air and commanded the people on board to get off the ship in order.

Locke, Angelina and Diane stepped off the floating ship simultaneously.

"Finally, I don't have to bear the smell." Locke complained. Before he could continue to complain, the grey robed mage called him over.

"The knight, come here!" The old man in the gray robe smiled and shouted to Locke. Locke now hates the old man in the gray robe's expression, because Locke must be bad every time he sees it.

"What can I do for you, my lord?" Although he was upset, Locke didn't show it on his face and asked respectfully.

"You've done a good job these days!" The grey robed magician first praised Locke's credit, "this is your reward!" One day, the reward of an intermediate Warcraft crystal core added up to more than ten. It was packed in a small bag. The old man in the gray robe handed it to Locke.

"Thank you, sir!" Locke knows when to shirk and when to accept. Most magicians are hard tempered, especially the elderly. It's difficult to recognize things. It's better to accept the reward directly than being modest and affectable.

More than ten middle-order crystal nuclei have nearly 2000 gold moles, which is not a small sum of money.

"Did you join any organization?" The grey robed old man seemed to ask casually.

"Well, I joined the knight's palace." Locke replied that, as another major organization standing side by side with the holy tower on the mainland of Messia, the grey robed old man is certainly no stranger to the knight palace.

"Well ~" the grey robed old man nodded first, thought for a while, and then said, "I have another job for you. I don't know if you accept it?"

"Your Excellency, please." Locke can see that only Angelina is in the eyes of babrina Shizu. He is a knight. Shizu doesn't have much heart, so he doesn't dare to disobey another official magician under the cover of Shizu.

"In the last six months, slave creatures will be sent from three continents one after another. I will be in charge of some of them for one to two weeks in the Santa tower, but my experiment has reached a critical moment..." The old man didn't say it clearly, but he had expressed his meaning very clearly.

"Half a year..." Locke was speechless. He had to find a way to return to the omore empire after only staying here for a month or two. How could he help the magician manage those slave creatures for half a year.

"But the knight's palace is issuing a conscription order recently..." Locke said that he had just joined the knight palace, so his call up order had to go through a process before it could be sent to him, but that didn't mean he could miss the call up.

No Knight will refuse the mandatory recruitment task, and no Knight dares to refuse. The Disciplinary Forces of the knight Palace are not easy to provoke.

"Call up order?" The grey robed old man first stared, and then said with a relaxed expression, "it's all right. Anyway, you can perform the task from the holy Tower!"

Before Locke asked about the specific situation, the old man said to Locke, "start to work in the transfer area of Santa tower tomorrow. I've finished your check-in procedures!"

Locke could only stretch out his hand and watch the old man walk slowly to the holy tower.

"What's going on?" Angelina asked with concern when Locke walked back.

"I may not be able to go." Locke felt kidnapped.

There were about 50 magic apprentices coming down from the floating ship. They didn't keep waiting. Seven or eight elders who came out of Santa college began to lead them in and go through the admission formalities.

"Which continent are you from?" A senior apprentice with the appearance of a leader asked the people who came down from the floating ship.

"We are from the Royal College of the omore empire." In the crowd, a magician replied.

"The omor Empire? That's the land of Messia. Merlin, you happen to be from the land of Messia. Take your fellow countrymen to Lord Lado to get the identity card." The leading magic apprentice casually handed over the job that should have been his to a fat man standing next to him.

"OK." The fat man nodded and promised, "come on, let's go with me!"

The holy tower gathers all the elite magicians from the three western islands. The annual enrollment quota adds up to less than 200 people, and each continent accounts for only about 70 places.

Fifty of them, like Angelina and others, were admitted with extraordinary talent and strength, and the other 20 were admitted through other channels.

For example, the royal family of the omor empire can get 10 places every year. For those royal princes and princesses, there is no better place to go to the holy tower for gold plating.

In addition, some hidden powers and forces on the mainland also have one or two recommended places.

The real favorite of heaven and the talent of heaven. Every student who graduated from the holy tower is at least the best among the high-level apprentices.

As for the intermediate apprentice, if he didn't get promoted until he died, maybe he would stay in the tower all his life.