Of course, Saul had only changed the tower's overall structure—the interior decoration still needed to trouble the steward.
At the sa ti, Saul also stipulated that seven floors—the second basent level and floors 13 through 17—were off-limits to others.
If any reckless person wanted to trespass, the nurous wraith fragnts within the wizard tower would educate them properly.
If they were internal tower personnel, they still had a chance to live as long as they imdiately withdrew.
But if outsiders trespassed into the wizard tower, Saul wouldn't give them a chance to leave alive.
Steward Hope had initially worried the wizard tower was too small, now he worried it was too big, and finally decided to recruit a batch of servants from Rhine City to handle cleaning.
So after Saul left, the Purity Wizard Tower took on more resemblance to Gorsa's wizard tower.
This ti Saul didn't bring Keli or Byron when he left.
Those two had already thrown themselves completely into researching the Chaos Realm.
But he did bring along an orange cat.
...
August, scorching sun.
Even the sea breeze blowing from the ocean seed charred.
Heavy and humid, mixed with a strange fishy sll.
Saul carried a huge leather suitcase, with an orange cat crouching by his feet, following behind a group of ordinary people, waiting in line to board an airship.
This new master of the Borderland was once again skipping work to travel abroad. Although he wasn't afraid of being investigated, he should still keep a low profile when traveling.
Combined with Saul's personal mischievous taste, he didn't even maintain his wizard identity, directly disguising himself as a rchant and preparing to take an airship to Sky City where fourth-rank wizard Ophelia resided.
As the na suggested, Sky City was suspended in the sky.
So traveling there, people generally chose airships.
Even powerful wizards were unwilling to waste their precious magical power on the journey.
Fourth-rank wizards were an exception.
The crowd moved forward a few more ters.
Everyone boarding the airship had their luggage strictly inspected to prevent carrying dangerous items aboard.
After all, it was an airship—if sothing went wrong, it could very likely result in no survivors.
"You young people are so lucky, not sweating even in such hot weather."
When the forward movent stopped again, the person behind Saul suddenly struck up a conversation with him.
Saul set down his large suitcase beside his feet, and the orange cat owed and flicked its tail.
Saul turned around and saw a man who wasn't very fat but was already covered in sweat.
In such hot weather, the other party was still wearing a shirt and formal suit—it would be strange if he wasn't sweating.
Although Saul was also wearing long sleeves and pants, his clothes were all made of breathable linen.
Unfortunately, the clothing he thought would blend in with ordinary people was quite out of place here.
Eight or nine out of ten people waiting to board were wearing formal attire.
The rest were either servants of these people or wore similar uniform-style clothing.
Few people dressed as casually and leisurely as Saul.
"Not bad, maybe I'm just naturally not prone to sweating." Saul replied briefly and prepared to turn around.
But the man standing behind him in line turned out to be quite a chatterbox.
"Ha, that's even more enviable. Not sweating much ans not having to change and wash clothes often—think of how much ti that saves."
His gaze swept over Saul's hands and the large suitcase by his feet, then he actively asked, "Young man, this is your first ti on an airship, isn't it?"
Saul smiled shyly. "To tell you the truth, yes, this is my first ti waiting in line here."
"Don't be nervous. Actually, airships aren't much. As long as you don't go to the deck edge and look down, it's no different from riding a boat."
The man first comforted Saul, then introduced himself. "By the way, I'm Mike. I'm going to Sky City to visit relatives this ti. What about you, young man?"
"I'm Saul. This ti I'm going to Sky City partly to see the world, and partly to see if there are any opportunities to make a living."
"Job hunting?" Mike seed sowhat surprised. He looked Saul up and down again, this ti without hiding his scrutiny.
"Sky City isn't just any ordinary place. Although it's also called the paradise of knowledge, I've heard from my relatives that only high-rank wizards can live comfortably there. Many wizard apprentices and even so low-rank wizards have quite difficult lives."
"Really?" Saul was very surprised. He recalled rchant Jiajia Gu's descriptions. "But I heard from a friend that in Sky City, even ordinary people have the right to pursue knowledge."
"Hiss... Saul, you wouldn't happen to be a scholar, would you?" Mike's face beca tense. "Do you have scholar qualifications certified by any wizard faction?"
Scholar qualifications?
Saul had never heard this term before, but felt it should have so recognition among ordinary people.
So Saul just honestly shook his head.
The muscles on Mike's face imdiately relaxed. "Hey, did you think the ordinary people in the rumors were really ordinary people? Only those who obtain scholar qualifications certified by wizard factions can enter the Academy of Knowledge to study and work."
Then he changed the subject. "However, you're young and seem to have good physical condition, so you still have a chance to enter the Academy of Practice to do so auxiliary work. But jobs there are quite hard to get. Even if ordinary people et all the conditions, they might need extraordinary luck to get a position."
"The competition really is fierce." Saul nodded but wasn't intimidated.
A picture of a fearless newborn calf.
Seeing Saul didn't respond further, Mike moved closer and lowered his voice. "Saul, I think you look trustworthy and are an honest young man. I can't bear to let you return empty-handed. I'll point you to a path that, while I can't guarantee it will get you into the Academy of Practice, will definitely increase your chances by fifty percent."
Saul found it amusing to see the other party being so careful that others wouldn't overhear, speaking secretively.
But he still maintained his naive persona, asking in surprise, "What kind of path?"
Then he heard Mike lower his voice again, leaning his head over. "Have you heard of the cat's gratitude?"
Saul: "?!"
Orange Cat: "ow?"
Saul was waiting for more, but Mike actually stopped talking.
"Shh, this isn't the place to talk. After we board the airship, I'll give you my room number. If you want to give yourself another option, co find after dinner. If you have other concerns, it's fine not to co."
After speaking, Mike retreated again.
Even when Saul pressed him asking "What exactly is the cat's gratitude?" the other party refused to continue.
Seeing the other party being mysterious and refusing to explain, Saul didn't think of using force. Instead, like an ordinary young person, when he couldn't get further explanation from the other party, he began considering whether to go or not.
At this ti, the orange cat Kate carefully transmitted a secret ssage.
"Lord Saul, this cat's gratitude—it wouldn't be a curse you spread, would it?"
(End of Chapter)
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