"Sorry, Runives, I have to go offline." (Silver Coins 100)

"Oh? What's wrong?"

"Something suddenly happened, let's talk about it later." (100 silver coins)

"Okay, bye." (Silver Coins 10)

Roland resisted the urge to continue replying, went offline to wash up, tidied up his appearance, and then went outside to go to the floating ladder.

There were still more than 20 minutes before the agreed 10 o'clock, and he had already arrived at the 9th floor of the mage tower, which he had never been to before.

This place is arranged like a deep space dome, with light groups composed of magic runes suspended in the air, like stars in the sky.

This is a private library modeled after the "Palace of Wisdom". Those exquisite and elegant magic runes with elegant lines like works of art are exactly the Orvisto Runes named after the Archmage Orvisto.

arts.

Their appearance looks like exquisite hollow patterns, with the charm of elven script. They are injected into the enchantment layer of this world. Together with the tower spirit, they bear the important task of maintaining the energy and information operation of the entire mage tower.

A magical light source like the sun shines in the center of the dome. It is a giant light spell blessed by a special spell. It seems to be surrounded by stars in the sky, maintaining the lighting in the room.

Under the bright and clean, but not dazzling light, two tall maids walked over in a leisurely manner.

Unlike the maids downstairs who provide logistical support for the mage tower, the people working here seem to be the personal servants of Archmage Ovisto. Since few outsiders come, they are all wearing clear clothes.

The silk-like precious fabric is perfectly cut and perfectly reflects the beauty of a woman's body.

This was a special style of clothing between the East and the West. Even Roland couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and found that the two maids were twin sisters who looked almost identical.

They have the same delicate face, with bright and smart eyes, rosy and glossy lips, and sculpted skin, full of a sense of aura and smoothness. Their long black hair is draped behind their shoulders like silk, just like in Greece.

The goddess in mythology.

What is particularly worth mentioning is that their ears are pointed and long, which is easily reminiscent of the elves.

"Mr. Roland, the master has already given instructions to arrange a meeting as soon as you arrive. There is no need to wait. Please follow us."

The voices of the two people spoke almost in sync, overlapping each other, giving a three-dimensional feeling.

After saying that, he turned around with graceful steps and led the way swaying in front. Every movement was full of charm.

Roland almost choked himself after just one glance, and he coughed in embarrassment.

It turns out that these twin sisters are both succubi, and the back of their clothes has a very artistic design that cleverly saves a lot of fabric, exposing their beautiful backs.

The waist is well covered, but waste begins to be eliminated below the waist.

This exposed the fair-skinned mound and the succubus tail with a heart-shaped end, making it eye-catching under the light.

"The Archmage is a true gentleman!"

Roland remembered Froya's introduction and nodded secretly.

“I personally verified it and am 100% convinced!”

Passing through a long corridor along the way, the interior is beautifully decorated, famous paintings are hung, the floor is covered with gorgeous carpets, and exquisite chandeliers hang from the ceiling. The magic crystals shine charmingly, adding a sense of mystery to the entire space. It can be seen from time to time.

Some antique furniture and sculptures are placed in appropriate locations, as if quietly telling ancient history.

All this makes this place more like a palace of art.

But during this period, there were maids walking around, doing housework using cleaning techniques. Each one of them was like a dancer, with light and graceful steps, and like a wife, with a gentle and considerate manner.

This adds a bit of humanistic warmth to the cold art palace.

Soon after, Roland, who had feasted his eyes on the journey, finally followed the succubus sisters to the study of Archmage Ovisto, which was at the end of the art palace, a room that looked unremarkable on the outside.

"Master, Mr. Roland has arrived."

The two succubi opened the door and walked in.

"Please come in."

A middle-aged man's voice was full of mellow and steady. It was a pure Elvish language, originating from the Elf King's Court, the Birch Forest, Bertula Platifila Suk.

Roland calmed down, stood at the door and counted silently twice, then opened the door and walked in.

Behind the big table in the study room, the gentleman waiting for him was about 50 years old. He had a handsome and solemn appearance, deep and bright eyes, and a wise and elegant temperament.

He was wearing a robe with complex magic runes embroidered on it, which showed his status in the Arcane Empire. He sat quietly with a smile on his face, looking even more kind and calm.

This is the owner of this tower, a well-known figure in the entire Arcane Empire Atrein, the Archmage Ovisto.

Roland came to his table, put his right hand on his chest, and bowed.

"I have met His Excellency the Archmage."

Because the Archmage was the first to speak in Elvish, he also spoke in Elvish, also with an authentic Bertula accent.

"Roland, it's our first time meeting you, but I've known you for a while."

Ovisto chuckled, pointed to the small sofa on the side of the study, and said, "Don't be formal, sit down."

The two succubus maids raised their tails, tiptoed on their long legs, and walked lightly between the tables and chairs. They came to the constant-temperature wine cabinet of the magic circle and opened a bottle of red wine, and then poured it on the bar next to it.

When they served the charmingly fragrant wine in goblets, Orvisto had already stood up from behind the big table and sat down not far from Roland.

"The alcohol content is not high and will not affect your thinking. It's okay to have a small drink."

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

Roland quickly raised his glass to greet him from a distance, then brought it to his lips and took a sip.

Sure enough, it is mild in the mouth and fragrant on the lips and teeth, without the irritation of alcoholic drinks at all.

Immediately afterwards, a warm feeling gradually filled the whole body, turning into abundant magic power surging within the body.

Feeling the overall comfort and joy brought by this sip, Roland was completely convinced that this was not an ordinary drink, but a mellow magical wine!

His mood finally calmed down a little and he looked at Archmage Ovisto.

But he saw Archmage Orvisto waving his hand, indicating that he would be more casual like him, and leaned back on the sofa.

"When you first came to my place, what was your impression?"

"The artistic content is very high."

Roland said.

"Oh? How high?"

"The 9-story mage tower is so tall."

"Ha ha ha ha……"
Chapter completed!