Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

There are also gaps between the professionals under the control of the tower. Not only are the seventh and eighth level professionals more free in their movements, they can also receive some external missions from the tower. To some extent, they are considered non-staff members of the tower.

Although they cannot access many secrets in the tower because they do not believe in the God of Contract, most professionals have no intention of resisting the tower.

Over the years, Gaota and these high-level professionals have lived in peace.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? Drive all those guys out. People from the other side of the mainland are not allowed to set foot in this country!"

In a small country on the coastal corner, a seventh-level professional and an eighth-level professional are threatening the king of a small country in a palace that is so gorgeous that it is dazzling.

"Okay, big brother, there's no need to get angry with an ordinary person."

The young and elegant seventh-level professional patted the glaring eighth-level professional, who gradually calmed down and said, "It seems that I have been away from the secular world for too long. The world has forgotten the hunter named 'Fierce Fang'. Even a king dares to challenge me."

An eighth-level professional can walk around the streets of a big country with ease, let alone a small country.

"Emissary of the Tower, it's not that we don't want to cooperate with you, but we can't afford to offend you. We can only provide you with good food and drink, but we don't have the money and people to study super-level magic."

The king of this small country lowered his head and spoke to the two professionals without dignity, and was quite servile.

"So what about all these materials you imported in the past few months?"

The eighth-level professional Xiong Ya took out a form from his bosom, which listed in detail some magical materials imported by the king of this small country during this period, many of which were materials needed to cast super-level magic.

"These... these are all normal spellcasting materials. Even though our country is not big, there are still many spellcasters. We can't let these spellcasters not buy any alchemical materials, right?"

At this time, the seventh-level professional put his hands on the table and said, "Why should we believe your words?" At the same time, the seventh-level professional made a gesture of rubbing the gold coins with his hands.

These professionals are indeed non-staff members of the Tower, but precisely because they are non-staff members, their management is not strict.

High-level professionals are not gods, they also have to shit, they have tribesmen, and they have worldly desires.

The king of the small country immediately understood the hint, wiped the sweat off his face and called his attendants over. After a while, the attendants came in carrying a box.

"What our country bought are normal alchemical materials. We have absolutely no intention of using super-level magic. This is a small token of our country's appreciation. Please accept the two envoys of the tower..."

"No need."

The elegant seventh-level professional took out an envelope and said, "We are the envoys of the tower, so we can't accept your gold coins. Otherwise, if we go back and find out, we'll be in trouble."

Then, the elegant seventh-level professional opened the box, confirmed the gold coins inside, and said, "But there are many people in need of help in this letter, old king, your wealth should be sent to those who need it more, right?"

After hearing this, the old king nodded quickly and said, "Yes, the people in the tower are very thoughtful. I will arrange it right away."

Seeing the flattery of the king of a small country, the two professionals finally smiled. The rules of the tower were really hard to follow. After all the hard work of becoming a high-level professional, wasn't it to return home in glory? But they were caught in the remote place of the tower, and they had to abide by the rules of the tower and work for the tower.

Fortunately, the tower seems to be busy now, which has reduced the pressure on these non-staff professionals. Not only can they come out to breathe, but some professionals have also started to do some small things.

Just as the two professionals were about to leave the palace contentedly, a loud voice came into everyone's ears along the passage of the hall: "It would be a pity to give so many gold coins to these lackeys of the high towers. Why not give them directly to me? I will help you beat down all these lackeys of the high towers."

An old man with a cane and wearing a black windbreaker appeared in the corridor of the hall.

"I never thought that a small country could be so rich. It was such a pity that we lost the war back then. It's nothing like the Sauron continent, which is so poor that every time the tribute is not enough, I have to go and rob it myself."

Looking at the lonely old man in front of him, the eighth-level professional Xiongya said disdainfully: "Old man, are you here to sell super-level magic? I advise you to leave this country as soon as possible. The ban of the tower is no joke. We turned a blind eye this time, but we may not be able to do so next time."

"I?"

The old man in the black windbreaker smiled and said, "I'm not here to sell you super-level magic."

The old man looked up at the two professionals and said with emotion: "Has the tower fallen to this extent? Why does it accept all kinds of people? At the beginning, your level was not even qualified to bark in front of me. Or does the tower treat this continent as a kindergarten and even control people like you?"

After hearing this, the two were furious, because they were indeed not too strong in the same level, but even so, not everyone could challenge them. In their perception, even if they were placed on the battlefield of a big country, they could still change the situation of the war.

"Who are you? How dare you speak so arrogantly in front of the tower?"

The scene around the eighth-level Fierce Fang Hunter began to distort, as if he had begun to gather strength, while the seventh-level professional also had many more crystals on his fingertips, aiming at the old man.

The two seemed to have realized that the old man's origin was not simple. Xiongya then added: "If you are also a high-level professional, you will be finished if Gaota finds out!"

After hearing this, the old man burst into laughter: "What level of professionals? The so-called level of professionals is just a concept you humans made up."

After saying this, the old man's aura was no longer hidden, and the pressure seemed to condense into substance, rushing towards the two of them like a tsunami.

"Tell the Tower that Eryx has returned, carrying the scars they left behind and with endless rage!"

This voice rang directly in the minds of everyone present. The old man had disappeared, but a huge black dragon hovering in the sky appeared.

The black dragon swooped down and landed directly in front of two non-staff members of the high tower, roaring like thunder.

......

"Hmph, vulnerable."

Erex spit the two non-staff members aside, and there was no useful information from their mouths.

Looking at the frightened king who was already prostrating on the ground, Eryx warned: "You don't have to abide by the rules of the tower, and you are not allowed to drive away the messenger of Avar. Do you understand?"

The king of the small country was so frightened by the dragon that he nodded repeatedly. Seeing this, Eryx left with satisfaction.

Anyway, the tower probably knew that he was back, so Eryx simply stopped hiding and took off into the air like a dragon, flying towards the next destination.

According to the plan, Erex was supposed to go directly to the demon clan. This time, he just decided to go there after listening to the report from Karon and others. But who cares? As long as there is something that can disgust the tower, Erex will definitely get involved.