Ferdinand felt like there was a chill running down his back, because this was no different from the legendary ghost collision. It took a lot of perseverance to suppress the urge to turn around and run away, and kept comforting himself in his heart.

This is just the use of magic power.

Yes, this is just the use of magic power.

You shouldn't be surprised at what incredible things a top-level warlock who is about to reach the control level can do with a unique and powerful mage tower.

Isn't this situation exactly what I've been dreaming of?

This proves the success of building the mage tower.

You should be happy!

However, only Ferdinand himself knew how effective this kind of self-comfort could be.

Fortunately, this torture did not last long. No matter how many construction drawings there were, they could not withstand countless people looking through them at the same time. When I just rushed here from the mage tower, the other party might have already arrived.

Those flying drawings and books soon fell back on the desk one by one. Compared with the original chaos, this time they were orderly and even classified in detail.

Sean's voice sounded out of thin air again: "Mr. Ferdinand, it's okay. I have found what I need. You can go about your own business. If you need anything, I will come to you again. I'm sorry. The current appearance should be

It has caused you a lot of trouble. The next time I see you, I will try my best to solve this problem. Also, I hope that sir will keep this matter a secret for me. I don’t want to cause unnecessary panic."

Ferdinand's psychological fluctuations obviously did not escape Sean, who has an omniscient and omnipotent perspective.

"Understood, don't worry, Lord, I know what to do. If you need anything, just come to me." Ferdinand responded with a hint of embarrassment. It felt uncomfortable to have someone peek into his mind.

I also understand why Sean gave such advice. If Sean was high up in the Mage Tower, his consciousness could reach any corner of the northern fortress silently, and no one would have any privacy at all.

Although this era does not pay much attention to privacy, it is really uncomfortable to feel that someone may be watching you secretly anytime, anywhere.

"Thank you." Sean suddenly remembered something and added, "I'm leaving."

As if to indicate that he had left, the door of the camp was pushed shut.

Ferdinand still stood there for several minutes, then took a long breath, rubbed his stiff face, and walked out of the barracks to appease the northern fortress personnel who came after hearing the news.

During the process of comforting him, he only addressed Sean with honorifics and did not dare to say a single extra word, because he was not sure how evil Sean was, who was high up in the mage tower, and whether he could check his every word and deed.

But one thing is certain, he doesn't want to stay in the Northern Fortress for more than a quarter of an hour. If he can't come here in the future, he won't come here.

It's not that he has a ghost in his heart, but it's just that the feeling of seeing a ghost in broad daylight is really uncomfortable.

For some time to come, he would not be able to sleep peacefully.

Ferdinand's abnormal reaction made Sean realize how pervasive his pattern of coming and going without a trace was, and how many incredible things he could do at the same time.

The crazy reading of books in Ferdinand's barracks just now was something I had never dared to think about before.

But now it's so easy to do.

Ferdinand comforted himself that he was right. Sean still used magic power, but it was the simplest method of controlling objects through the air. Every warlock who reaches the control level will have this skill.

But controlling more than a dozen drawings and books at the same time like Sean just did is a bit beyond imagination. Even control-level warlocks like Ms. Elena and Elder Nydia would find it difficult to do this.
Chapter completed!