The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

There are also differences among the professionals under the control of the Tower. Seventh and eighth-tier professionals not only have more freedom of action, but can also receive some missions dispatched by the Tower, and in a sense, they can be considered as unofficial personnel of the Tower.

Although they don't have much access to the secrets within the tower because they don't have faith in the God of Contracts, most professionals don't have any intention of rebelling against the tower.

Over the years, the tower and these high-level professionals have coexisted peacefully.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? Get all those guys out of here! No one from the other side of the mainland is allowed to set foot in this country!"

In a small country on the edge of the coast, a seventh-tier professional and an eighth-tier professional are threatening the king of the small country in a magnificent and dazzling palace.

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

The young and elegant seventh-tier professional patted the glaring eighth-tier professional on the shoulder, who gradually calmed down and said, "It seems that having been away from the mortal world for too long, people have forgotten the hunter known as 'Ferocious Fang.' Even a king dares to challenge me."

An eighth-tier professional can walk with impunity on the streets of a major country, let alone a small one.

“Messenger of the Tower, it’s not that we don’t want to cooperate with you, but we can’t afford to offend them. We can only provide them with good food and drink; we don’t have the money or manpower to research super-level magic.”

The king of the small country bowed his head rather undignifiedly as he spoke to the two professionals, acting quite obsequiously.

"Then what about all these materials you've imported in the last few months?"

Eighth-tier professional, Fierce Fang, pulled out a form from his pocket, which detailed some of the magical materials that the king of this small country had imported recently, many of which were materials needed to cast super-tier magic.

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

At this moment, the seventh-tier professional placed his hand on the table and said, "Why should we believe your story?" At the same time, the seventh-tier professional made a gesture of rubbing a gold coin with his hand.

These professionals are indeed unofficial staff of the Tower, but precisely because they are unofficial, management is not strict.

High-level professionals are not gods; they also need to defecate, have clansmen, and have worldly desires.

The king of the small country immediately understood the implication, wiped his sweat, and beckoned his attendants. A short while later, the attendants carried in a box.

"Our country only purchased normal alchemical materials; we absolutely had no intention of using any super-level magic. This is just a small token of our country's appreciation, and we kindly request the assistance of the two envoys from the Tower..."

"No need."

The elegant seventh-tier professional took out an envelope and said, "We are messengers of the Tower, and we cannot accept your gold coins. Otherwise, we'll be in big trouble when we find out."

Then, the elegant seventh-tier 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. Shouldn't your wealth be sent to those who need it more?"

The old king nodded quickly after hearing this and said, "Yes, the Lord of the Tower is very thoughtful. I will arrange it immediately."

Seeing the king of this small country's obsequious manner, the two professionals finally smiled. The rules of the Tower were truly impossible for humans to follow. They had finally become high-level professionals, all for the sake of returning home in glory, but instead they had been dragged to that godforsaken place, the Tower, and had to abide by its rules and work for it.

Fortunately, things seem to be busy at the tower, which has greatly reduced the pressure on these unofficial professionals. Not only are they able to get some fresh air, but some of them have even started to engage in some underhanded activities.

Just as the two professionals were preparing to leave the palace with satisfaction, a loud voice entered everyone's ears through the passageway of the hall: "So many gold coins, wouldn't it be a waste to give them to these lackeys of the tower? Why not just give them to me, and I'll help you beat all those lackeys of the tower to a pulp."

An elderly man, leaning on a cane and wearing a black trench coat, appeared in the long corridor of the main hall.

"I never expected that such a small country could be so wealthy. It's a real pity that we lost back then. Unlike the Solon Continent, which is dirt poor. Every time they send tribute, it's not enough, and I have to go and rob them myself."

Looking at the lone old man before him, the eighth-tier professional, Fang, said disdainfully, "Old man, you're the guy here to sell super-level magic? I advise you to leave this country as soon as possible. The Tower's ban is no joke. We'll turn a blind eye this time, but we might not be able to next time."

"I?"

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

The old man looked up at the two professionals and sighed, "Has the Tower fallen so low? How come it accepts just any kind of trash? Back then, people of your level wouldn't even have the right to bark at me like dogs. Or has the Tower turned this continent into a kindergarten, even needing to control people like you?"

Both of them were enraged by these words, because although they were not particularly strong among their peers, they were still not people who could be easily bullied. In their own minds, they were capable of changing the course of a battle, even on a major power battlefield.

"And who are you to dare spout such nonsense in front of the tower?"

The scene around the eighth-tier Ferocious Fang Hunter began to distort, as if it was gathering power, while the seventh-tier professional also had many crystals on his fingertips, aiming at the old man.

The two seemed to have realized that the old man's background was not simple, and Fierce Fang then added, "If you are also a high-level professional, you're finished if the Tower finds out!"

Upon hearing this, the old man burst into laughter: "What level of professional? The so-called level of professional is just a concept created by you humans."

After speaking, the old man no longer concealed his aura, and the pressure seemed to solidify, rushing towards the two of them like a tsunami.

"Tell the tower that Erex has returned, bearing the scars they etched upon him, and with endless fury!"

The voice resounded directly in the minds of everyone present. The old man had vanished, but a huge black dragon had appeared in the sky, coiling around him.

The black dragon swooped down and landed right in front of the two unofficial members of the tower, its roar as thunderous as lightning.

......

"Hmph, vulnerable."

Erex spat the two unofficial staff members aside; they didn't have any useful information to share.

Looking at the king, who was now prostrate on the ground in fear, Erex warned, "You need not abide by the rules of the tower, nor are you allowed to drive away Avar's messengers, understand?"

The king of the small country was so frightened by the dragon that he nodded repeatedly. Only then did Erex leave, satisfied.

Since the tower probably already knew he was back, Erex stopped hiding and took to the air as a dragon, flying towards his next destination.

According to the plan, Erex was supposed to go directly to the demons. This time, it was just a spur-of-the-moment decision after listening to the reports from Karon and the others. But who cares? As long as it can annoy the tower, Erex will definitely get involved.