After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King Chapter 222 - 98: Get Me One Too

"..."

"Let’s go..."

Yila said this as he took the lead and stood on the True Red Teleportation Array. He looked at Topps, who turned his head, then glanced at the other teachers and students of the True Red Tower who were seeing them off, and said, "Do you need to say goodbye to them again?"

Topps turned his head back, sighed, and stood on the array. He looked at the female mage who was controlling the array and lanted, "There really wasn’t anyone to see off, huh."

"..."

At this, Yila and the female mage both glanced at him but still said nothing... Interestingly, the mages were far more selfless than one might imagine; they were fully aware that they were witnessing history.

Even if this history was not favorable to the entire mage community.

"You know, Topps, the True Red Tower doesn’t necessarily have to turn you away,"

Yila said this as he looked around, covered in red. Seeing Topps’s unchanged expression, he continued, "But it also ans you’re not necessarily qualified to stay at the True Red Tower, because it’s too exhausting."

"Like you?"

Topps asked this.

"Like ,"

Yila answered simply as well.

"..."

"Do you understand the significance of your invention if it were to beco widespread, if your courses beca more complete, for the entire mage community... or rather, for this world?"

Yila asked this, and before the other could say anything, he continued, "The definition of a mage will change, and the greatness of the aristocracy will shift from one direction to another."

This statent sounded sowhat like a riddle.

So neither Topps nor the female mage understood, but it didn’t stop Topps from shaking his head. The frail male mage said, "I’ve thought about it sowhat, but those things have nothing to do with ... I’m just following the inquisitive heart that every mage possesses."

Mages always chased after the truth... even if they were re moths to the fla.

...

In this world, nobility and status were quite stable. There was absolutely no hope for civilians to rewrite the world... The most fundantal power made the significance of bloodlines important.

Nobility of blood was not sothing crowned upon but inherently powerful within the bloodline itself, which was a lofty asset and sothing exceedingly hard to change...

For example, if a forr pri minister of a normal country were so detested that he got shot by a patriot... That would be a normal situation, but it wouldn’t work in this world.

An adventurer who rose in revolt picked up a sharp sword to attack the tyrant... but despite his full force swing, he couldn’t break the shield automatically activated by the tyrant, and with a re wave that the tyrant didn’t even care about, his head was shattered.

This wasn’t a targeted assassination; it was just a mad fool futilely doing sothing absurd.

In this world, whether it was Yose, Cassiopeia, or that fool, they wouldn’t be guarded by anyone because their strength long since exceeded the need for protection... If they were inescapably being killed, no number of guards would help.

Of course, a certain mage, who didn’t mind revealing his na, would probably only think of "fighting to the death" rather than slipping away when that ti ca.

But if Topps’s invention could beco widespread... that would truly narrow the gap between the aristocrats and civilians. As long as the cost of controlling the "Automatic Magic Wand" could be managed, ordinary profession holders might be qualified to kill a king.

Whether by sheer numbers or other ans, it would ultimately be better than the current nihilistic "not a shred of hope."

Gods and legends... were hard for mortals to defeat, but fundantally, they were different.

This was moving from "zero" to "one," and then it would likely beco easier to move from "two," "three," "four," and then to pursue all the way... to the divine realm.

"So, you representing the Demon King to invite ... is there no problem with that?"

Topps asked this, sowhat hesitant, though he had heard that Yila was doing well in the Demon King Territory, but wasn’t very clear on the details. He asked, "What specific work do you need to do?"

There was no need to worry about whether he was qualified to extend the invitation.

If it were in the empire, Yila would certainly have to avoid such situations, but in the Demon King Territory, he could act more recklessly. Instead of answering directly, he asked, "What was your biggest difficulty during your research?"

Topps fell into deep thought after Yila’s words, so much that the three of them had reached the Pure White Tower without him realizing it... The female mage shrugged and wasn’t planning to stay long at the Pure White Tower but rather prepared to return directly.

After all, she was still a mage of the True Red Tower.

"..."

"There were many difficulties..."

Topps slowly started speaking with a helpless expression, "The biggest issue is that I can’t continue my research alone... I need students or supportive colleagues."

As he spoke, it seed there was more to say, and he continued mumbling about other issues, "Lack of funding. I can’t try most of the materials suitable for my new magic wand, nor the engraving materials and substances... I’m not very good at forging magic wands either."

"My magic power reserves are terrible, and my bloodline isn’t pure, so when I was evaluated for my title, I only got an Archmage title, which isn’t enough to support extended experints."

"My chanical Language isn’t very good; I haven’t systematically studied it, and there are very few who understand chanical Language in the True Red Tower. I can only refer to references bit by bit and then improve the expensive magic wands."

Rambling on like this made Topps look genuinely pained. Once he finished airing his grievances, he seed relieved a bit, taking out his magic wand to showcase it, expressing his apology, "Sorry, I just... feel it’s too difficult."

"..."

This was a wand that could hardly be called a "magic wand"; its tip wasn’t embedded with a gemstone, nor was it covered with Mythical Mana conductors like Phoenix Feather; the wand itself wasn’t wooden.

It was not even close to the World Tree...

Silver-gray tal bars intertwined to form countless hollow sections in the center, creating a rod-shaped object out of many tallic strips. Through the outer patterns of hollow designs, an irregular tal sphere could be seen suspended within the streamlined wand body.

For a mont, Yila felt as if he had stepped into so science fiction world.

"Wow..."

He couldn’t help but exclaim. Rarely encountering such a wand that matched his own aesthetics, Yila had to praise it out loud. Patting Topps’s shoulder, he said, "Don’t worry, pioneers always have it tough at the start... Even rlin had the sa struggles."

"I believe in you; you might be weak now, but I’m convinced you’ll be greater than rlin, the one who will usher in an era... At this mont, you’ve already survived the darkest ti."

Yila said this.

Then, as Topps nodded emotionally, Yila almost imdiately revealed his true intention—

"Topps, later on... make a wand like this too."