Chapter 225
Inside a tiny room, the light from the crystal lamp only brought minimum visibility to the table.
Sitting opposite to Angele was an old wizard with a white beard who looked like Santa Claus.
"Philip, ask master Parrot to come here. We need him." The white beard stared at the wizard apprentice standing near the door.
"Sorry, master Vincent. Master Parrot went to the Forgotten Forest for the material
s. He hasn’t come back yet," the wizard apprentice responded politely.
"Where’s Kenny then?"
"Master Kenny asked for a leave. He needed to visit some old friend."
"d.a.m.n it, so I’m the only one in charge right now? Seriously?" the old man cursed and turned to Angele.
"Alright, let’s get this over with. You’ve been recommended by master Ander, right? Just write down where you want to be sent to. Like, which division, or do you want to go to the school? Pick one and I’ll give you a letter that will prove your ident.i.ty." The wizard handed a long yellow list to Angele.
Angele took the paper and checked its contents.
‘Southwest Branch, Parrot, biological potion master.’
‘East Branch, Thunder, explosive potion master.’
‘North Branch, Kandre, healing potion master.’
Each of the rows listed the directors of different divisions and their specializations.
The Six Ring School was listed in the last row.
"You get to choose the place you want to go as a benefit of joining the Six Ring High Tower," the old man rubbed his long white beard and explained.
"Can’t I just stay at my home and study?" Angele smiled and questioned him.
"Well, you need to follow the rules. You need to contribute to the organization." The old man knitted his eyebrows.
Angele activated the communication rune on his nail and a flower-shaped rune flashed upon his right hand.
"Master Ander…I really don’t want to bother you with something like this but…" He sent the message through the rune.
Ander responded within seconds.
It seemed like he was monitoring the situation in the room.
The old wizard in front of him hesitated for a second before he slightly nodded.
"Alright, I just got a message from master Ander. Your request will be fulfilled. However, the knowledge and materials of the tower won’t be provided to you for free. You must send a research report to me and make a certain number of potions for the organization every month. Also, you need to report to the school of the divisions every five years. A life mark will be planted in your body to make sure you don’t betray us."
"You know what? Master Ander said he’ll take care of all these for me." Angele stood up and chuckled.
"But it’s the rule. I don’t know how you’re related to master Ander…" Angele turned around and left the room before the old man could finish his words.
*Crack*
Inside a hidden chamber of a bas.e.m.e.nt.
Ander was furiously pounding the crystal orb so hard that it cracked.
"Little b.a.s.t.a.r.d…He wants me to do everything for him?!"
Sending research report to the directors and making potions for the organization was required to all the potion masters in the organization, including Ander. Ander needed to prepare everything for Angele since he could not refuse this request.
Apart from those, the implanting of the life mark was the biggest problem. It was almost impossible for Angele to ask for resources from the tower if there was no life mark planted in his body. Ander needed to rely on his family to somehow make it possible. It would cost him a lot of money and time.
It was easy for Angele to ask Ander to do the favor for him, but Ander needed to work much harder to fulfill the request. Although he had power in the potions department, it was still a big trouble to him.
"I’ll show you what I’m capable of!" Ander started drawing runes in the air quickly but stopped after several seconds.
He calmed down as he thought of the consequences.
Ander did not want to mess with Angele at the moment, but it was getting ridiculous to him.
A dark snake-shaped rune s.h.i.+ned upon his nails as he raised his right hand.
"That’s the last thing I’ll do for you!" He sent the message using the rune.
Angele responded quickly.
"Don’t worry. We’re still in the same boat. This is the last thing I want you to help me with. Oh, just ask if you need my help."
"Remember, this is the last time!" Ander shook his head. "Otherwise, I’ll just let the boat sink!"
"Don’t worry, master Ander. I know when to stop."
Ander felt better after the conversation and he decided to work on the life mark matter first.
Angele walked out of the registration room as the flower-shaped rune faded from his nail.
A slight smile appeared on his face.
Angele was certain that the old man had no gut to send people to a.s.sa.s.sinate him, however, he was not sure if Ander had some strong backup plans.
Ander was a greedy man but it seemed like he was not good at backstabbing his enemies. As long as Angele knew his secret, he would not fight back.
‘The last time? Ha…’ Angele sneered and shook his head.
‘Ander is too naïve…Who would believe in words like his?’
Angele wanted much more from the old man. It was a great opportunity for him to gather materials and knowledge.