Roland never expected that he defeated Herod, Helsin, and Master Den, but eventually stopped in front of a mage tower.

Standing at the door of the Sage Tower, he had made up his mind to take steps forward many times, but he stopped moving as soon as he took a step.

He couldn't take this last step!

‘Do you think you can take charge of the Tower of the Sage if you defeat me? I tell you, you dream!’ Herlan’s words rang in Roland’s mind.

"Well~ This tower is indeed a bit of a trick."

Roland clearly felt that there was a strong will blocking himself. This block did not exist at the level of power, but on the suppression of the soul.

Whenever he has a thought in his mind and puts this idea into practice, a mysterious force appears, interrupting his thoughts with various emotions.

This is a very clever process, and after careful consideration, it is also extremely terrifying.

If an existence has mastered such subtle abilities, then any mortal, or even a great wizard, and a wise man, when facing it, may be controlled by him and become a puppet played in his palm.

Roland also had a feeling that if he broke through the obstacles in his soul and insisted on stepping into the Tower of Sages, he would definitely encounter a more terrifying and sharp soul blow to the other party. Under such a blow, he might even take the old path of Deen and become a new chess piece in the other party's hand.

"Did the dragon slayer become a dragon trick again?" Roland said in his heart.

Although he was afraid and even had a little fear, Roland was unwilling to be stopped by others. He gritted his teeth and stepped forward again.

Suddenly, a cowardice suddenly emerged in his heart, quickly sucking the courage in his heart.

"Come again?"

Roland was shocked and insisted on taking steps.

His right foot was raised and left the ground, but at this moment, cowardice turned into fear, mixed with regret, and there seemed to be a voice in his mind saying, "Why do such a dangerous thing? Why bother with the mess of the Tower of Sages? Go back, turn around and go back, and there will be nothing left."

"Get out of my mind!"

Roland roared and moved his right foot forward firmly.

In this short period of time, various thoughts emerged in his mind, one after another.

"What if you take this step and step into nothing? Or is there a spell trap ahead?"

"If someone attacks while you step on the air, can you avoid it?"

"The mana gathered in the Tower of Sages is so huge that if you are trapped by the spell trap here, you may never be able to escape?"

"Have you ever thought of Lily? Have you ever thought of Weiss? What should they do if you die?"

“…”

It was only a moment, but it seemed like I had experienced countless times. In the end, Roland stepped out his right foot and followed his left foot. After walking 3 steps forward, he entered the hall on the first floor of the Sage Tower.

All kinds of negative emotions in my mind faded like a tide. The hall ahead was brightly lit, the gorgeous carpets, exquisite murals, expensive and comfortable furniture, and the brilliant spell crystal lamps were as gorgeous as the palace.

On one of the chairs, Roland saw an old man with white hair and beard sitting there, holding a long pipe in his hand, and was breathing mist.

Hearing the movement at the door, he turned around and looked at his face. It turned out that it was De'en, the great wizard who had been killed by Roland in Echo Valley.

Roland was shocked: "You are not dead?!"

But then, he knew that this was just an illusion, because the spiritual vision array told him that there was nothing on the chair in front of him.

Deen's vision smiled at Roland, pointed to one of the chairs, and said, "Mortal, you passed my first test, which is very good. I think we should have a good chat."

"I feel so too." Roland walked forward and sat down on the chair opposite the vision.

Deen took a sniff of his pipe, then gently tapped on the porcelain bowl on the table, knocking the ashes, and said while knocking: "In my eyes, a mortal is equivalent to a piece of tobacco. I put them into the pipe, ignite their bodies, and draw a pleasant experience from it. And when the tobacco burns out, it becomes this useless ashes, and it has to be cleaned up before new tobacco can be installed in the pipe."

"So, De'en became ashes?"

"Deen can actually be used for a long time, but unfortunately, you burned a fire on him and made him die early. To be honest, I don't like someone interrupting me to smoke, so I'm actually very dissatisfied with you."

"Hmph~ You may not like to be put into your pipe."

"It doesn't matter whether you like it or not, because it's their destiny."

"So, what do you want to talk to me?"

Deen Vision began to put new tobacco in his pipe: "What did you say?"

"You want me to be your new tobacco?"

De'en smiled: "It's really a waste to treat you as a new tobacco. I would rather treat you as a pipe, just like De'en. The tobacco will be burned out, but the pipe is a tool that can last for a long time. The longer it takes, the more convenient it will be. The more I like it, the harder it will be to abandon it."

Roland sneered: "It sounds better, it's a pipe. It sounds worse, it's an executioner who helps you slaughter mortals."

"The essence is the same, and there is no difference to me. It's just that smoking is a gentle activity, and massacre has always been despised by mortals. I don't want to use bad words to arouse your psychological unreasonable disgust."

Deen's face showed no emotion when he spoke, and his tone seemed very calm, and it could even be said to be indifferent. This is somewhat similar to Yatina, the goddess of life.

Both sides have a mentality of treating all things as straw dogs.

From this point of view, Roland inferred that the existence behind this illusion of degree should be an evil god, and it should be an ancient evil god who has experienced countless times.

He was silent and asked, "What if I refuse?"

"Reject? Of course you can refuse, but maybe, you should give me a chance to convince you."

Roland thought for a while and nodded: "Tell me."

Deen's vision had packed the tobacco, he lay on the chair, took a deep breath, and let the smoke linger around his face: "Young man, I ask you, if you set a goal, how can a group of mortals work hard for it?"

"I will convince them to share with them the benefits of their goals after they succeed."

"This is a means. It is also very useful when profits are abundant, but what if the rewards are very small and even cannot satisfy your personal desires?"

"Then I would think this goal is wrong and give up on achieving it."

"What if it must be implemented? For example, if it is not implemented, you will die."

Roland frowned.

Deen Illusion continued to ask: "Imagine a scene. You are in a barren desert and you are about to die of thirst, but you know that a place where you dig a well there and get thirst-quenching water, but the water is very limited, and it is only enough for you to drink alone. With your own ability, of course you can't dig this well, but there are 10 people around you. They are weaker than you and are not enough to pose a threat to you, but they have a strength, that is, they are good at digging wells. So, how do you drive them to dig wells for you?"

Roland was silent. This scene was too harsh and there were moral dilemmas. He knew many methods, but each method was very cruel.

"You know the answer, but you don't want to say it, right?"

Roland was speechless.

"If you don't say it, then I'll say one. My approach is to design a set of rules and tell those 10 people that whoever can become the strongest can have a reward of 10 times more than others. As for others, you can give very few rewards, or even no rewards. Of course, this reward cannot be well water, it can be sand or stone, or anything that looks beautiful but is actually worthless to you. As long as you can successfully deceive those mortals, they will desperately dig a well for you in order to compete for beautiful stones."

"That's what you do in the Tower of Sage."

"Yes, that's what I did. Of course, the specific operation is much more complicated than digging a well, but what's interesting is that the difficulty of realizing the land is lower than digging a well. Because there are many 'beautiful but useless stones' in the mortal world that can easily confuse the eyes of mortals."

Roland's face unconsciously disgust appeared on his face.

Deen Void sighed: "Young man, I know what you think. You think my approach is too cruel. But you must understand that beautiful stones are worthless, but they are not that easy to find. If you do this, you only need to pay 20 beautiful stones in total, and everyone is working hard for me. And if you assign beautiful stones to everyone that satisfy them according to your approach, the total number may exceed 40. At the same time, everyone will become very comfortable and lazy, content with the status quo, and achieve nothing, and you will be thirsty because you have no water to drink."

Roland was silent.

Because he knew Deen was right, most mortals were like this, short-sighted and greedy, and perhaps some smart people could see through the key points, but it had nothing to do with the overall situation.

Deen Vision took a deep breath again: "This is indeed cruel to mortals, but it is caused by their nature, and it is not that I have to do it. If everyone gets 2 stones and can work hard for me, then I am willing to do it."

Speaking of this, he looked up at Roland: "So, young man, what is your choice? Be my pipe or be the burning tobacco in the pipe?"

Roland took a deep breath and said, "I chose... to let you quit smoking!"

Deen raised his eyebrows: "If I understand correctly, do you want to be a smoker?"

Roland shook his head: "No, I will contaminate poison on as many tobacco as possible. This way, you will be poisoned and die of poisoning when you smoke."

Deen's illusion finally frowned: "Oh~~ Then in this way, we will become eternal enemies."

"I'm honored." Roland smiled faintly.

"I'm very disappointed, but unfortunately my tower can't trap you, otherwise I'll let you disappear in this world now."

“It’s so thankful.”

As soon as Roland finished speaking, he found that the spell crystal lamps above his head had gone out one by one, and the hall quickly faded away its gorgeous shell and became very dull.

He looked at it with the spiritual sense array again and found that the white light that was ubiquitous had disappeared. The Tower of Sages had lost its spirituality and became a very ordinary building.

That mysterious existence is gone.

Who is he?

What is the real purpose?

Roland still had a slight understanding. He sat on a thin layer of dust, but his mood was very heavy and there was not much joy of victory.
Chapter completed!