"I'm Chery Aston. I'm here on Master Angus' orders to inform you of a very important matter."
The young man obviously knew that golems were usually very rigid and would not accept any verbal or logical deception, so he simply made up a reason.
After all, his goal was to enter the central control room and not foolishly clash with the same rock. Thus, he just had to be careful and go around it.
"Chery Aston?"
The golem's gem-like eyes flashed as it muttered to itself, "Searching … Chery Aston … Five-year veteran apprentice … Master of Wizard Jacob … identity approved …"
After confirming the identity of the visitor, it did not let him in immediately. Instead, it waved its thick arms and turned around to knock on the door.
* Bang!
Bang!
Bang! *
"Master, apprentice Chery Aston says that he's here on Master Angus' orders to inform you of an important matter."
André, who was immersed in deciphering the profound knowledge in the scroll, was slightly stunned when he heard the golem's voice. He did not immediately respond.
He, who had always been cautious, subconsciously sensed that something was wrong. Angus was a diligent and serious person, and he would always come personally whenever he encountered a major problem. He would never let an unrelated apprentice participate in it.
To confirm this, André immediately cast a level-zero spell — Communication.
As a white arcane light flashed, he began to ask softly, "Angus, you're looking for me?"
"I'm looking for you?
When?
Why don't I know? "The bald wizard hurriedly stopped his experiment and asked inexplicably through the spell.
"Hehe, as expected, there's a problem …"
The corner of André's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a hint of playfulness. He quickly replied, "It's nothing. An apprentice called Chery Aston says that he's here on your orders to inform me of an important matter."
"Chery Aston?" Angus immediately frowned, his brain quickly searching for relevant information.
"He's one of the few veteran apprentices in the tower. According to his learning progress, he could become an official wizard in a few months. Why would there be a problem at this time?
Could he be a spy planted by a certain faction? "
"I don't know if he's a spy or not, but it doesn't matter. We'll find out soon enough.
After all, he's just an apprentice. Let's hear what he has to say first. "
With that, André carefully put the scroll away and shouted at the golem outside the door, "Let him in!"
"As you wish!"
After the golem received the order, it immediately moved aside and made a gesture of invitation with its huge body blocking the staircase.
"Acolyte, you may enter now."
"Thank you very much!"
Even though the young man knew that the big guy in front of him had low intelligence and could not understand the complicated emotions of humans, he still bowed slightly.
After all, to him, who was born in a declining noble family, etiquette was like eating, drinking, and breathing. It had become a habit and an instinct that existed in his subconscious. No matter who the other party was, he would behave in this way. This was both a disguise and self-protection.
Unfortunately, the golem did not react at all. It stood there motionless, once again falling into silence, as if it was a lifeless rock.
The young man smiled and shrugged his shoulders. He quickly stepped forward and pushed open the door to enter the core of the wizard tower — the central control room.
As soon as he entered, he saw André sitting in front of the desk. He quickly stepped forward and greeted him, "Good evening, respected tower master."
"Good evening, acolyte.
Tell me, why have you come to find me?
Or why is the white fog following behind you looking for me? "André stroked his chin, sneering as he stared at the white fog that was trying to hide him.
As a wizard who had fought against vampires not long ago, he would not forget the innate ability of his enemy so quickly …
Realizing that his whereabouts had been exposed, the young man did not show the slightest bit of panic. Instead, he smiled and suddenly pulled out a handful of white wool from his bosom, chanting loudly, "Shrek!"
The white wool immediately turned into a silver halo, exploding in the air with a bang.
Invisible energy spread out in all directions at a speed faster than the speed of sound. Although in the eyes of a truly powerful spellcaster, this was no more than a simple level-0 spell — Stun Spell. However, simple spells could also play an unexpected role at the right time.
Just as the young man thought he was about to succeed, André suddenly stretched out a finger and gently tapped the air …
An identical spell shot out from his fingertips. Whether it was the structure of the spell or the strength of the energy, everything was exactly the same. It perfectly offset the effects of the Stun Spell.
"How … How is this possible?!"
The young man could not believe what he was seeing. He cried out in shock.
If this was a defensive spell, then he would not be surprised at all. This was because he knew from the beginning that the tower master in front of him, who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, was in fact a mage of a much higher level than himself. It would not be difficult for him to defend against a mere Stun Spell.
However, what surprised him was that the other party did not choose to activate a defensive spell. Instead, he copied and simulated everything that happened in the instant when the spell was cast.
It must be known that in terms of difficulty, these were two completely different concepts. The latter only relied on a higher level of a mage to destroy the offensive spell, while the former required an unimaginable precision of magic control. In less than a second, a careful calculation was completed and offset the energy surging towards one's body. Even among the great mages, there were very few who could do this.
Looking at the young man's eyes that were filled with disbelief, André smiled and asked, "Impossible?
Why is it impossible?
You should know that magic itself uses one's own magic to trigger the resonance of the magic energy in the surrounding air. Although most of the time it is very difficult to control because of the uneven distribution, but this is a mage tower. The concentration of every cubic meter of air has been strictly distributed.
Well, step aside, apprentice. I'm not interested in playing these boring games now. Let the guy behind you come out, or I don't mind filling the whole room with positive energy. "
In fact, this method of precise control of magic energy was something he had just learned from the scroll.
According to the description in the scroll, the first thing to learn in order to create an intelligent life with independent thoughts was to learn precise control of magic energy. This was to ensure that every inch of the body of the creation was carefully sculpted. In particular, there must not be any mistakes in the creation of the soul. Otherwise, it would only be a defective product with huge flaws.