There is a Dyeing Tower in every area of ​​Yaris. After all, the country is huge, and it is absolutely impossible for just one to meet the daily engraving needs. If a Luling person wants to use the magic power of runes, then he must have the inscriptions engraved on his body.

The greater the number of magic patterns and magic patterns, the greater the total amount of magic power that can be accumulated. In other words, a person's potential has been determined, and all that remains is accumulation.

The dip-dye tower is a place where people are engraved with magic patterns. Under each tower, there is an [Original Rune] to supply a steady stream of magic power. As long as people pay attention to propriety, then the [Original Rune]

The magic power will be replenished automatically and there will be no depletion.

The Dyeing Tower has always been occupied by the Star Club. The main function of the Dyeing Tower is actually an astrological tower, which just provides people with engraving services. The deliberately sharpened top of the tower can better absorb the magic power contained in the stars in the sky.

Connected to the ground.

It was through this that the Star Society created a star spell that was as great as illusion, and even more powerful than ordinary elemental spells. It was still daytime, the moment occupied by the magic sun, which was now shining on the top of the Vatican's Diffusion Tower.

Colored with a dreamy deep purple, a thin silk thread invisible to the naked eye connects to the vast and misty sky.

"Today's horoscope seems to be different from before. The disaster star and the murderous star are in opposition, and the magic power of the magic sun seems to be unstable." In the tower, a woman with round slit eyes was wearing a dark blue robe.

She held an open old book lightly with her slender fingers. Following her words, the magic pen that touched the blank page trembled rapidly, and she wrote beautiful words one after another.

"Tara..." The other man next to Tara seemed to be full of worry, "This omen... corresponds to something unknown... besides, 'disaster' is at the top of the list.

Star position..."

"Kate, this is not what we need to be concerned about. It is our task to report the horoscopes to His Majesty in a timely manner. Avni will naturally help us make suggestions." Tara pushed up her glasses and spoke plausibly. It seemed that these horoscopes had nothing to do with her.

"Okay... okay." Kate's hands flashed with starlight, and she once again connected her mind with the stars in the sky.

His face became paler, and Kate's legs seemed to be shaking uncontrollably.

"Sister Tara..."

"What's wrong?" Tara's eyelashes did not waver at all, she was still memorizing the astrological records.

"Your star position..."

The scarlet ray in the sky perfectly coincides with the star position belonging to Tara.

"So what?" Tara's lips moved and her voice was very soft.

Everyone who joins the Star Society will use their own magic power to anchor their own star position in the sky. Through the rotation of the star positions, they can predict their own destiny in advance.

"You..." Kate's voice sounded a little crying.

"The fate of the entire Yaris is monitored by our dyeing tower. We are just guides." Tara put the pen and paper on the wooden desk and leaned naturally on the edge.

"Besides, it seems you saw something wrong." Tara raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Look more carefully."

After saying that, Tara moved her left hand horizontally, her magic power surged, and little ripples appeared around her body. Inside her pupils, there were neatly five blue magic lines entangled. The next moment, she had already disappeared from the dyeing tower.

"Marshal Hogg, what kind of wind brought you here?" He held the barrel of the short blunderbuss lightly with his slender jade fingers, his fingertips shining with dense starlight.

Standing in front of Tara was a man who was half a head taller than her, with a well-proportioned figure, a rough but handsome face, but one eye was missing, an unkempt beard, and a coexistence of evil nature and ruffianism.

"His Majesty Ivanni was assassinated by someone from the Merlin Cult. I just came to report a message." Hogg's face was expressionless. As soon as he pressed the trigger, the magic bullet automatically generated inside would naturally shoot out.

Of course, he won't. After all, the woman in front of him is not something he can provoke. This is the chief warlock of the Star Society, and she is also a five-magic pattern warlock. Her runic power is usually reflected in the form of star power. If he wants to be

If the vortex of star power washed away like a tide, he could give it a try.

"What else?" Tara raised her glasses on the bridge of her nose with her middle finger, "I don't think you have a reason to point the gun at me."

"Now Charles takes the throne." He uttered these words silently.

"That's understandable." Tara laughed jokingly, "You tell him that the operation of the Dyeing Tower also requires expenses. From now on, those who engrave magic patterns must pay one gold coin as the engraving fee."

"Your Majesty has this intention, and you, the Star Society, should receive this reward." Hogg nodded, took back his blunderbuss, and saluted without apology, "Don't interfere in our affairs with the Merlin Sect."

"Maybe..." Tara's attitude was also ambiguous, "Fregera seems to have a short life."

"He is dead."

Deathly silence.

Tara finally smiled and raised her hair with her fingers: "Okay, then I would like to thank Marshal Hogg for his personal visit."

"I'll give you a piece of advice, don't get involved with the Merlin Cult now."

"Of course." Tara nodded easily, "Speaking of which, do you also need to pay for the magic pattern engraving of His Highness Marshall?"

"She doesn't need to carve magic patterns, and she won't come to the Dyeing Tower. Miss Tara is still so warm-hearted."

She believed that not only the Star Society and the Dip Tower, but also the entire destiny of Yaris would enter a turning point during this period. Now she just hoped that Charlie wouldn't go too far... After all, the World Tree of the Merlin Sect...

...This is what they rely on. This is the only real life in the entire continent. Tara sighed and returned to the dyeing tower. Looking at the apprentice Kate in front of her, the smile in the corner of her eyes became even more public.

"Oh, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Recklessness is the root of the mistake."

"Oh...oh!" The embarrassed Kate already knew where her mistake was.

What coincides with the star position of the Killing Star...is everyone, including Kate herself. This is a turning point for the entire Luling people.

Dong Dong Dong...

The wooden door downstairs was knocked open, and two people, one old and one young, emerged from the crack in the door.

"What's wrong? What's the matter?" Tara walked down the spiral ladder, with a smile on her lips again.

"I will bring my grandson to carve the magic pattern."

"Well, how old is he this year?"

"Just turned five."

"Very good, this is a perfect time to imprint the magic pattern."

The old man nodded, touched Aisun's hair lovingly, and motioned for him to come forward.

"I just saw you talking to Marshal Hogg, and I heard that there is a fee for engraving magic patterns... Yes, does it cost a gold coin?" The old man looked a little embarrassed.

A gold coin...that's his week's pension...

This man's job salary before retirement was quite high, otherwise he would not have received so much money. Today, the price of a four-pound piece of wheat bread is sixteen copper coins. Even after going to the bakery to buy a piece of bread with gold coins, the bakery's

The owner couldn't even give the change. He had one gold coin on him, and more than one. This was the reason for his pride as an old man.

Tara smiled and watched as the old man in front of her carefully took out a gold coin as big as a bottle cap from his pocket, with a rose engraved on it.

"Well...it's not privately minted gold coins..."

The value of privately minted gold coins is different from that of gold coins issued by the government, because privately minted gold coins will contain certain impurities inside. The value of gold coins will also fluctuate up and down, depending on the price of goods in the country. Obviously, this King Charles is not very smart.

Unexpectedly, she smiled and pushed back the gold coin handed to her, making a "please" gesture.

"This admirable gentleman, you were already here before Marshal Hogg arrived. At that time, we had not issued such a charging requirement."

The implication was very clear, causing the old man's body to tremble and a smile broke out.

"Of course, it won't be like this in the future." Tara blinked, waving the magic pen in her hand, and elegant words floated in the air.

"From now on, you need to pay a fee for engraving magic patterns - fee: one gold coin."

She stamped her feet softly, and those words immediately sank into the ground and spread far away.

This means that most people in Yaris are unable to perform magic mark engraving.

"The engraving warehouse is over there, please let me take your grandson there."

Tara gently took the child's wrist and led him dignifiedly to a cabin that was neither big nor small. The cabin was filled with endless, rotating starlight.

"Well, good luck to you."

For some reason, Tara's voice became very dry.

"Sister Tara -" At this time, Kate's strange voice floated not far away, "The grain tax has dropped by 0.6 percentage points! And other tax rates have also dropped!"

"Really?" Tara's brows suddenly frowned, "Then what?"

"To compensate those who cannot use magic, a new magic income tax has been added!"

"Fuck you!"

Tara cursed directly, which made the old gentleman on the side stunned for a moment.

"How much!"

"Miss Tara pays four copper coins per week! It's not much!"

"Hmph! You might as well use this money to buy an egg tart."

Tara, who was now mentally balanced, raised her eyebrows, but still pushed up her glasses on the bridge of her nose a little angrily.
Chapter completed!