Age of Adepts

After spreading out most of the top resources in one breath, Grim was finally able to relax a little.

Taking this opportunity, he also planned to 'settle down a little'.

It would take time for the Crimson Family to grow, and it would take time for him to grow as well....

And time is always on his side!

Thus, Grim, who had hid back in the Flame Throne, disappeared out of sight once again. And this time the precipitation was a long eighty years long....

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Throne of Fire, fifth level.

After the expansion of a variety of sorcery methods, the inner space of the Flame Throne, which was originally just a small sorcerer tower, had undergone quite a bit of improvement.

If the Flame Throne was used as the Crimson Family's development base, then it was too small to accommodate the already growing ranks of family witches. But to seal it off as a confined space for Grim's sole use, then its inner space was empty enough to be intimidating.

In the tens of thousands of flat spaces of the fifth floor, apart from the dozen or so magic weapons that were responsible for guarding and cleaning, only Grim and the Shadow Demon were able to hang out here. Even the highly authorized Mary would only come to visit once in a while, and her activities were mostly concentrated in Grim's residence on the 4th floor of the Tower.

As for the other one, Alice, who also had the highest level of authority, never set foot on the Flame Throne and spent her days in the Tower of Fate, busy cultivating and strengthening the Witches of Fate. Even if Grim had something to say to Alice, he could only go to the Tower of Destiny to find her.

One morning, the door to the dwelling burst open.

Grim moved his aching waist and kneaded his legs, which were trembling a little, and moved out from the open steel door with a weary face.

Behind it, the originally extravagant and gorgeous bedroom was already in disarray.

The exquisite bed made of purple rosewood had become a ruin, and the bed's shape and outline could no longer be seen. The entire bedroom was as if a terrible typhoon had passed through, with broken decorative debris and scattered furnishings everywhere.

In the midst of the ruins, Mary's dazzlingly white carcass was mummified and patched up, even though she was still sleeping. Even though she was still asleep, her incredibly soft curves, her cheeks drenched in a thrilling blush, and her glistening white smooth skin, still had an endlessly seductive taste.

The battle of 'last night' was too fierce, and neither side was able to restrain their power, which was what caused every pleasure between him and Mary to be no less than a fierce 'physical fight'.

With excess power dispersing out at the height of passion, how could these ordinary household furnishings withstand the 'brute force' of two 4th rank wizards!

After advancing to Level 4, Grim's base physique was maintained at around 30 points, and it was so hard to go any further. If it wasn't for the exotic mushrooms brought back from the Spirit Realm that had increased his stats by two points, he would still be spinning at 28 points!

And after Mary advanced to level 4, her physique improved extremely fast and now had as much as 24 points.

In the eyes of mundane mortals, 24 points of physique was a great physique that only those legendary powerful demons or devils could have.

It was the rapid increase in physique that also made the 'battle' between the two sides prolonged and difficult.

In the end, after 17 hours and 36 minutes of long 'fighting' and 'physical combat', Grim finally won the 'battle' with his slightly higher physique and male skill advantage! 's victory!

But by the time he stepped out of the dwelling, his gait was so faltering that he couldn't even straighten his back.

Dragging his sore muscles, which were still protesting, Grim made his way through a tunnel to a brightly lit hall. Here, on the glossy floor, a huge long table was placed in the middle of the hall, on which the lyre was filled with a variety of food and drinks.

At one end of the table was only a strange high-backed stone chair, while four graceful and slender beautiful girls were waiting there quietly on either side of the table. Their skin was dark and lustrous, and their soft, slender limbs looked weak, but were imbued with explosive and terrifying strength.

Only through the scarce fabric of their clothes, traces of sorcery marks could be faintly seen on their bodies.

They also belonged to the vast elven clan, a bizarre branch of the High Elves called the Night Elves.

Grim's great and strong body was only covered with a light soft robe, the long tail of the robe trailing on the ground, bare feet, waist-length dark red hair spread out behind him, and his entire body was filled with an arrogant and unrestrained flying temperament.

Seeing the arrival of Grim, the several Night Elf girls who had been waiting at the table with their bows hurriedly pulled away the heavy stone chair and served him to sit down before nimbly bringing a plate of food to him.

The Night Elf maidens who could serve Grim here in close proximity had at least 2nd stage strength, and were a little known strong Elf in the outside world. But here, they could only play the role of weak maidens, going to do their best to serve this only 'master'.

Ever since they were sold into the Witch Tower, they have been lifelong prisoners of this huge prison.

The secrets of the tower, the personal habits of the shamans, the defense mechanism of the tower...these were all secrets that could not be divulged in the slightest. They, the alien slaves belonging to the Witch Tower, could not leave this place until the moment of their actual death.

The reason for purchasing such a group of alien slaves was to look eye catching on the one hand, and to take care of their own lives on the other.

As a high-ranking sorcerer, Grim spent the vast majority of his energy on the sorcery lab, the alchemy lab, and those few artifacts that were blocked in the alien space. Naturally, there was no more time to take care of those daily living and dining grooming.

And naturally, these were all done on behalf of the alien maids in front of them!

After all, Grim was a 4th level sorcerer, and his every move, breath, and inhalation carried with it an inexpressibly powerful elemental tidal wave. The places where he stayed and passed by were even filled with terrifying elemental energy radiation.

Ordinary human maids who stayed in such an environment for a little longer would die in pain from the excessive elemental energy radiation. Only these maids with some of their own supernatural abilities could survive longer.

Therefore, the vast majority of high-ranking sorcerers' private witch towers would regularly purchase or capture a number of high-quality alien female slaves to use as some sort of 'consumables'.

In contrast, Grim had equipped them all with some Fire Resistant Amulets, and used the Tower's energy to create a living environment similar to that of their hometowns in the slave girls' living area on the second floor.

These kinds of 'good deeds' could already be considered invaluable!

Grim sat on top of the stone chair, the knife and fork in his hand quickly picking a piece of already cut fire dragon ribs into his mouth and then swallowed it after a creaking chewing.

Although the food prepared by the maids for Grim was many and varied, he still only liked this kind of fire dragon rib steak that was original and had not undergone multiple complex cooking treatments. Dragon meat, dragon ribs, dragon bones, dragon marrow... these things were either incredibly tough or infused with an unimaginable element of fire.

If Grim, who was devouring the fire dragon ribs, were replaced by any outsider, he would painfully discover that the dragon meat was so tough that it was comparable to those possessed cowhide soft armor. Putting such dragon flesh in his mouth and tearing at it, he would not be able to tear a small piece of flesh from it even if he ground his teeth.

The tendons wrapped around the flesh are even more desperate, and if the teeth are not strong enough to bite, they won't be able to bite.

As for the fire dragon ribs wrapped in the flesh of the dragon, if you don't have a level 2 or higher sharpness, you won't be able to damage them in the slightest.

Only a high ranked sorcerer like Grim, with a strong body and terrifying strength, and with the aid of proper sorcery, could tear and swallow these fire dragon ribs so easily and comfortably.

As for other foods, although the taste might be more refined and delicious than the cooking of the fire dragon ribs, the energy atmosphere inside was vastly different. After a lot of hard work, if Grim wanted to replenish the energy loss in his body by eating, he might not be able to fill up his belly without eating hundreds of kilograms of ordinary food.

At their level, the primitive eating and digestive system of humans was so inefficient and troublesome. Eating normally according to human habits was far more concise and efficient than directly swallowing energy crystals!

But in order to maintain that thin connection between the human and wizard communities, maintaining the human form and some proper human etiquette was still one thing that a high ranking wizard had to do.

And while Grim gritted his teeth and did his best to deal with those fire dragon ribs, a slender and perfectly groomed night elf maitre d' stood calmly by the table and reported to him in a clear, soft voice about the supplies inside the tower.

"...The Fire Dragon Ribs are only 5 tons left, I've already sent word to Lord Gargamel to try to hunt back another Tier 3 Fire Dragon in the Lance Plane..."

"...There are less than three sets of household goods sealed in the High Tower, and I would like to seek your lord's opinion on whether all the furnishings in your abode will be replaced with obsidian in the future, or else the frequency of damage will be too high..."

"...Lord Meryl has newly sent an Abyssal Succubus, a maiden no more than 300 years old, only the equivalent of a human 7 years old, who is f*cking in the lower level of the tower...You see, you are not what time 'Appreciate' it?"

Grim was stuffing a mouthful of dragon meat, tearing and chewing his cheeks a little sore, listening to the maid's report with and without a hitch.

Finally, he swallowed his mouthful of dragon meat with difficulty, and drank a big glass of wine from the table before patting his chest to smooth over it.

"Succubus... I have seen this kind of abyssal creature during my apprenticeship, but it's a rare kind of creature. What, where did Meryl buy it from?"

"I heard Lord Meryl mention that this Abyssal Succubus comes from the Steel Capital outside of the domain... She's been wanting to ask to see your lordship, and seems to have come here for some special purpose!"

Extraterritorial....abyss....

Grim was stunned and couldn't help but stare at the thought.