Adrian nodded with satisfaction: "Your room is on the top floor, next to the teacher's room. The rest is my business, you go and rest!"

Hill nodded and walked into the white building.

After he entered, he was very happy to see that in the spacious hall, Bonn was directing Ruoding to arrange the apprentices' work.

Hill didn't intend to disturb him, and signaled Bonn who saw him not to come over, and directly took the floating ladder up to the fifth floor.

When the house of Flan was first built, it was probably not thought of receiving anyone. Therefore, this floating ladder is just a flying disk with a diameter of 2 meters. It has no protection and is very fast.

Hill took a look and saw that there were no stairs in the whole house, and the apprentices didn't know if they could adapt to this flying disk.

After all, after Hill stepped on it, he reached the 5th floor in an instant.

Hill went to Fran's room to say hello, and then ordered Fran, who was looking down at the documents: "There will be guests coming tonight, just follow me."

"So soon? I thought I would wait until the magic tower was built." Hill asked strangely.

"Some people can't wait." Fran said casually, "There might be some uninvited guests."

"Do the apprentices also live here?" Hill was a little curious.

"How is it possible? There is no apprentice room in this house." Frank glanced sideways at him, "Those mages don't have anywhere to live. In the magic tower, how can they find a place for them to live at night?

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Hill smiled stupidly: "I just want to know what will happen if they sit on that Frisbee."

Fran looked at Hill who was offline and smiled helplessly: "That Frisbee cannot be used by mages or below. Their bodies can't bear it and the magic shield is fragile. None of the equipment in this house can be used by low-level mages. They

His mental power cannot even be controlled by a puppet."

Hill nodded and said quietly: "Grandpa, I have no idea how much the body of an ordinary mage can bear. When I was a mage, my physical strength exceeded that of the great knight. Now, I doubt that I can compete with the legendary knight."

strength."

Fran pinched the bridge of his nose: "It's about the same as the Sky Knight. Generally speaking, the Mage is almost stronger than the Knight. You are a Warlock and have an earth heritage. It's normal to be stronger, but don't be so scary."

Hill laughed: "I know, I will pay attention."

In fact, he always wanted to ask how strong his grandmother was, but after thinking about it, he retracted it. It was better not to touch the tiger's butt.

Hill said goodbye to his grandfather and went back to his room to prepare.

Fran asked him to follow him, and Hill thought that in addition to the two legends, people from the Mage Association and Warlock Tower might also come.

Then he needs to dress more formally.

Hill blinked and took out a set of dark green robes. The robes were embroidered with slender branches and leaves with extremely fine silver thread. If you look closely, you can see that the branches and leaves are composed of various magic runes.

This set of multi-breasted robes is also one of the undead's fashion items, but the undead don't like wearing it because they think the clothes are too tight.

Hill thought it was good. After all, the sleeves were also rolled up, which was actually quite neat.

Hill washed up, put on his robe, and looked in front of the mirror with satisfaction.

He awakened to his bloodline too early and has always looked like a young man, but this dress really helped him suppress a lot of his youthful taste and made him a lot more mature.

Hill used to not care if others thought he was small, but not today.

He was a little worried about the uninvited guests that Fran was talking about. Although he thought it was impossible, there might be someone stupid enough to bring an elf here, so he had better make some preparations.

His long blond hair has been at waist length for a long time. He doesn't know why his elven blood is so obvious in his hair.

He once thought about cutting his hair, but Bloodline showed a strong sense of rejection.

Hill doesn't feel the need to fight over such a trivial matter, and it won't be longer anyway.

He thought for a long time and combed his hair back.

No matter how young his face is, unobstructed by hair, Hill's calm eyes, although clear, have the taste of a mature person.
Chapter completed!