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After a long time, with the dim light of the lantern, two figures came together.

Now the tall and strong young man among them said impatiently: "I've found him, I'll go back first."

Then he left without looking back.

Another thin old man walked towards him and said with a smile, "I am Moros, the steward of the Magna family, welcome, young man!"

Chapter 7 Residents of the Tower]

Although Moros is now over sixty years old, his appearance is still quite good.

And the temperament is strict and capable, and it looks like he is well-trained.

Very much in line with the image of a perfect butler.

It is far from the bones of later generations.

Pfister introduced himself.

Moros immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Pfister. I didn't pay attention to the note left by the master, which made you linger for so long. This road must be led by an acquaintance before you can pass. The master should have been waiting Alright, let's go!"

And the other party took care of the clothes meticulously, and it was not a careless person at first glance.

Pfister suspected that he was helping Medivh to take the blame.

Or he didn't see the note, but Medivh kept him from seeing it on purpose.

Then on the road, Moros said again: "By the way, please don't be as knowledgeable as Attumen, he is just...a little shy."

After hearing this, Pfister realized that the previous tall man also had a lot of origins.

It was the boss who lost his mount that he brushed N times.

And Moros is not bad in the game, and he is also remarkable as a follower.

Pfister couldn't help but wonder about his strength during his lifetime.

And thieves are not like fighters, with restrained energy.

But that didn't bother Pfister.

Throwing an 'exploration technique' over, it was immediately judged that its strength was at the peak of the fifth ring.

And Attumen should not be weaker than him.

This shows the strength of Karazhan's followers.

Next, the two came together to a hall with a dome like a starry sky.

Pfister finally met Medivh himself.

Medivh's beard and hair were disheveled, and his robes were dirty.

The whole person is a little rough.

But a pair of brown pupils, shining like stars.Temperament also seems to be quite clean.

It doesn't look sloppy.

On the contrary, it feels straightforward.

If he didn't know what kind of urine the other party was, it would be impossible for Pfister to regard him as a villain.

Medivh's voice is very magnetic, and people can't help but want to listen: "Aha, you are here. They are almost boasting about you in the letter, please introduce yourself!"

Pfister said in a respectful tone: "Your Excellency Medivh, who has met the great star mage, I am Pfister Roland, a five-ring mage."

Medivh nodded slightly: "That's right, I didn't show off your insignificant achievements. Feist...it's somewhat similar to the word 'faithful' in the ancient Vrykul language. Would you mind telling me about your life experience?"

Pfister said helplessly: "My background is actually lackluster. My father is a branch of the Sun Reaver family, with mediocre cultivation aptitude, but an excellent bard, and my mother is a commoner with fairly good talent. Mage. The combination of the two caused opposition from all parties, but they were still together after all, and gave birth to me..."

"The factions that the two belonged to were very dissatisfied and kicked them out. My parents could only manufacture potions to make ends meet. Due to the rudimentary alchemy workshop, it eventually caused a catastrophe and took their lives. Of course, there are also people who say that my father is a Playboy, after marriage, he still messes with women, and his mother killed him in a fit of rage, who knows?"

These contents are not fabricated.

It is the real experience of his predecessor.

However, Pfister only received his memory, but did not inherit his predecessor's original feelings.

Therefore, there are not too many psychological obstacles to describe now.

However, Medivh's behavior of exposing the scar still made Pfister deeply dissatisfied.

Hearing this, Medivh couldn't help laughing, and said after a while, "It's really an interesting story. The last question, why did you come here?"

Feist had thought about this question long before he came here.

Immediately replied according to the script: "You also know that the situation of the mixed race in Dalaran is not very good. Even if I performed well in the tournament and won the championship in one fell swoop, it still hasn't changed. The runner-up of the competition is also the one who joined me under the mentor's door." Khadgar. His strength is far inferior to mine, but when it comes to resource allocation, the mentor favors him everywhere."

"As for the reason, it is nothing more than because he is a purebred human being. Later, the instructor said that you were recruiting apprentices, and asked me if I would like to come. I have heard rumors about you and know that your style of acting is unique, maybe not Discriminate against my bloodline, so I chose to agree."

There are falsehoods in these words, and truths in falsehoods.

Even if Medivh investigates in person.

I am afraid it will be difficult to find loopholes.

Moreover, these remarks were precisely prepared for Medivh.

In a sense, the other party is also of mixed race.

Both an angel and a demon.

Because of this, Medivh felt sympathy for Garona.

And these words were really very right for Medivh.

At this moment, he looked kindly and said: "Very good. Don't call Jaziba that useless mentor anymore. There is a rule in Karazhan that disciples can only respect one mentor. Now your mentor is me. Alright, I'm a little tired, let's go rest with Moros. We'll talk about the rest tomorrow morning."

Then he teleported away on his own.

"It's done!" Pfister was overjoyed.

Next, under the leadership of Moros, he quickly came to a huge hall.

This can be described as a microcosm of the entire tower.

The environment is tidy and the layout is elegant.