Age of Adepts

Inside the bit, he was a wielding, dominant overlord.

But when he came outside the domain, he instantly became a two-eyed novice, and this drastic shift in mentality made Grim a bit uncomfortable in a hundred different ways.

Now it felt like he had instantly crossed over into apprenticeship, stepping into the Sorcerer's Gauntlet with both strands of war, not knowing what he should do next and where he was going....

Hesitantly, Grim finally remembered the name the old wizard had just thrown down.

Martin... let's find out more about this Esoda camp from him first!

It had to be said that this Sorcerer Tower built by Scatterland Tallinn was a top-notch configuration even here, with a total of seventeen floors, enough for two to three hundred Sorcerers to live and work in it.

But unfortunately, the number of witches in the tower was only thirty to forty in total, and most of the time they were 'staying' in their own homes, libraries or sorcery labs. Therefore, when Grim walked through the bright and spacious tunnels, he only felt that the place was deserted, and could barely see half a dozen people.

Finally, in Grim's random wandering around, he managed to trigger the tower's defense mechanism.

Grim was stopped in front of a large stone door that required a sorcerous secret to pass through.

The stone walls of the original glossy and smooth tunnel opened up with countless tiny holes, from which a dazzling red mane fell on Grim's body. Immediately, an illusory human face composed purely of light and shadow appeared before him.

"Foreign Sorcerer, immediately identify yourself! If you are not invited by the tower's sorcerer, you will be forcibly expelled from this high tower. If you dare to resist, this tower spirit will attack immediately... Go ahead, who are you?"

The human face was illusory, but the eyebrows and eyes on it, as well as the facial features, were seven or eight times similar to that Saints wizard, especially the sharp and impatient voice that was learned to the full.

"You're the Tarin here, aren't you! I was going to ask you about it, I just teleported here from the Scattered Tarin, and Lord Saints sent me to find a wizard named Martin, I don't know..."

"Damn damn damn damn... Why didn't this old bastard record something so important in the control hub? This is classic irresponsibility! I must complain to Kima-sama about him... Well, I have confirmed your identity, here is your identification nameplate, remember to take it and you must carry it with you when you pass through the tower. Also, the Martin you mentioned, he's on the seventh floor of the tower, I'm going to teleport you there..."

As he spoke, without waiting for Grim's reaction, a milky white aura descended from the sky and enveloped his body.

In the next second, the light and shadow changed, and Grim was already inside a long stone tunnel in front of a metal door tightly closed, with a layer of energy light film on it, blocking the detection of spiritual power.

Grim lowered his head, and in his hand there was also a golden wooden plaque with strange patterns engraved on it.

This was probably the identity nameplate that tower spirit was talking about!

Grim shook his head slowly, clearly feeling a little disoriented by the atmosphere and the way the wizard was being treated here.

Hesitantly, he took a step forward and reached out and touched the energy light film on the surface of the gate.

An energy ripple visible to the naked eye rippled across the light film, seemingly sensing Grim's personal scent, before quickly spreading out to the surrounding area.

A moment later, the metal door in front of him burst open, the energy film dissipated, and a tall, handsome male wizard emerged from it as he muttered.

"Always picking the most critical juncture of my experiments to annoy me, really... Hey, you are?" The male witch looked up at the unfamiliar looking Grim, hesitantly.

Grim quickly sensed that although the other party had an invisible layer of energy force field lingering outside his body, isolating his mental perception and detection. However, with the strength of the energy force field outside the other party's body distorting space, the chip was able to quickly estimate the other party's approximate strength.

Stage 4... this male witch was also a Stage 4!

"You must be His Excellency Martin! My name is Grim, and I just arrived at this witch tower today..."

"Grim... the home that the scattered Tarin recommended to come here on an unfortunate mission..." this Martin wizard was obviously a straightforward fellow as well, and only halfway through the sentence did he realize that he was a bit of a Lost for words, he hurried to stop talking, "Welcome...I wonder what I can do for you?"

"I'm new to this witch tower and I don't know what the rules are here. And to bother His Excellency Martin with more introductions..."

"That's no problem. And you don't have to call me Your Excellency anymore, just call me by my first name! In this out-of-region place, everything can only depend on yourself, and as long as you're capable, no one will dare to bully you or anything." This Martin wizard was downright cheerful: "Your residence has already been arranged, right?"

"706!"

"Then we're pretty close, come on, I'll take you there!"

One by one, they turned a few corners in the spacious stone tunnel before finally stopping in front of a metal gate.

The guardian witch array attached to the gate was not open, indicating that no one lived inside.

And in the center of the gate was a strange cat's head inlaid with fine magic gems, with a mouth, eyes, and whiskers, in a vivid manner.

"Give it your nameplate, from now on, this is your residence!"

After listening to Martin the Wizard, Grim took out the nameplate and put it in the cat head's mouth, and the strange cat head opened its two ruby eyes and scanned Grim.

When Grim retrieved the nameplate, the cat head on the gate also strangely disappeared.

The gate then opened wide, and Grim's mind was also inexplicably overloaded with an odd set of secret messages and miscellaneous messages.

"Drop, a set of unconscious data streams detected, tentatively judged to be a magic dwelling control access spell, please instruct the subject whether or not to receive it?"

"Receive!"

As Grim gave the command, the chip quickly stored up the control spell of the current residence. In the future, when Grim needed something again, he didn't have to control anything himself, the chip would be able to control everything inside this magical dwelling anytime and anywhere.

Moreover, with the existence of the chip, if there was anything wrong with the inner protection witch array of this magic residence, it could also quickly find it and block it out, saving Grim a lot of effort.

"Alright, you can settle in here for now! If you need anything, you can communicate directly with the tower spirit through your identity nameplate. That tower spirit is actually a soul billet of the first owner of the Witch Tower, and although it has a bit of a poisonous mouth, it's still a good person."

"In addition, if you've just arrived here, you can go inside the camp and take a look around, where you'll find quite a few good things that you can't find inside the bit . But they can be worth a lot of money..."

"As for currency, the most common here is magic crystals..."

"But you should also be careful, as a novice, it's easy not to take half a step out of the camp. Wait until you're completely comfortable with the environment here, then consider going out to explore or something, otherwise..."

At this point, Martin suddenly lowered his voice.

"Be careful, although there won't be any danger inside the camp, there's no shortage of those fae hunters. They are lurking inside the camp as wanderers, but once they lure you to an unmanned dark place, they will turn their faces over and strike at any time. So, you must be careful!"

In one breath, Martin the Wizard rambled on about the many things to watch out for at Camp Esoda. It wasn't until Grim went out of his way to remind that sorcery experiment that he suddenly screamed in realization and scampered away.

Only after the other man left did Grim then briefly browse the dwelling on his own.

This private residence was over 3000 square feet in size and could be divided into a meeting hall, bedroom, study room, storage room, display room, material room, small sorcery lab, small alchemy lab, and sorcery practice room.

After all, this is a top-grade witch tower, so the living conditions for 4th level witches are naturally not too bad.

However, if you wanted to live here, the daily price was 300 magic crystals.

If it were a middle to high ranked shaman who had no one to rely on, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to afford such a huge amount of consumption for months and months. However, a 4th ranked sorcerer like Grim, who had a large family estate behind him, wouldn't care about the consumption of magic crystals.

The outer realm was both a place of crisis and a treasure bowl of endless resources.

The vast void storm raging outside was more like the maw of a raging beast, and anyone or anything that fell into it would find it difficult to escape. Even the surface world, which hosted billions of creatures, would be reduced to pieces once caught in it.

Most of the substances within the plane would be eroded and ground into fine powder by the endless tides of energy that sprinkled throughout the space. Only substances or objects with strange powers can escape the collapsing waves of the surface, traversing millions of miles of energy tides and being pulled into the peaceful eye of the storm bit by bit.

All in all, a Noble Surface was torn into countless pieces by the Void Storm, and those who managed to survive to the eye of the storm were the cream of the crop, naturally of incredible value.

Therefore, after spending time in the eye of the storm, one would always encounter some rare treasures that were hard to find in the outside world!

Only, in order to make a living here, you must have a strong and unparalleled physique to resist the erosion of the void energy, you must have superior strength to fight off the greed of the competitors, and you must have a long life to reap the rewards.

In the past, Grim's vision was limited to the Wizard World, and he only heard about it but was unable to explore beyond the realm.

This time, Grim can take the opportunity to extend the Crimson Family's influence into this strange and twisted extra-territorial space.

It was just that the Crimson Family did not currently have strong enough manpower to be able to enter Camp Esoda.

Cappy was running the Goblin Chamber of Commerce in the Sorcerer's World with a large number of members and a huge power. But when it came to selecting candidates to station outside the domain, I'm afraid that none could be found.

An ordinary 2nd rank would have some difficulty even surviving here, let alone developing business.

Among the family 3rd rank witches, Oliven's identity was rather special, not suitable to show her face. Mary took the route of the Blood Master, who is particular about blood for blood and war for war, and is also not suitable to be stationed here. Alice is now even more fighting with that Misa witch, usually don't even dare to take a step out of the Tower of Fate, and how could she appear outside the domain....

At the thought of the scarcity of 3rd rank witches in the family, Grim could not help but mull over it again.