Although Morros is over 60 years old, his appearance is still quite good.

And he has a strict and capable temperament, and he is very well-trained at first glance.

Very in line with the image of a perfect housekeeper.

It is far from the bones and frames of later generations.

Fister introduced himself.

Morros immediately said with apologies: "Sorry, Mr. Fest. I didn't pay attention to the note left by the master, which made you wander for so long. This road must be led by an acquaintance to pass. The master should be waiting in a hurry, let's go!"

The other party meticulously carries out the clothes, and it is obvious that he is not a rough person.

Fist suspected that he was taking the blame for Medivh.

Or he didn't see the note, because Medivh intended to make it impossible for him to see it.

Then on the way, Morros said again: "By the way, please don't be as knowledgeable as the Atumen. He is just... a little shy."

When Fester heard this, he realized that the tall man before also had a great origin.

It was the boss who had lost his mount n times.

Morros is quite good in the game, and he is also remarkable as a follower.

Fister couldn't help but wonder about his strength during his lifetime.

But thieves are not like warriors, with restrained energy.

But this is not a problem for Fest.

A "exploration technique" was thrown over and it was immediately determined that his strength was at the peak of the fifth ring.

And Atumen probably won't be weaker than him.

This shows the strength of Karazan's minion.

Next, the two of them came all the way to a hall with a dome like a starry sky.

Fister finally met Maddie himself.

Medivh's hair and beard were messy and his robes were dirty.

The whole person is a little unkempt.

But his brown eyes are as bright as stars. His temperament seems to be quite honest.

It doesn't look sloppy.

Instead, it gives people a straightforward feeling.

If he hadn't known what kind of urinary sex the other party was, Fist would never have regarded him as a villain.

Medivh's voice was very magnetic, which made people want to listen: "Ahh, you're here. They almost praised you in the letter, introduce yourself!"

Fist said with a respectful tone: "His Excellency Medivh, who has seen the great Astrology wizard, I am Fist Roland, the Fifth Ring Mage."

Medivh nodded slightly: "Yes, I didn't show off your unnamed achievements. Fist... It's a bit similar to the word "faithfulness" in Guweiku. Do you mind telling about your life experience?"

Fist said helplessly: "My life experience is actually not good. My father is a branch of the Sun-Snatcher family. His cultivation qualifications are average. He is just an excellent bard, while my mother is a civilian mage with a pretty good talent. The combination of the two attracted opposition from all parties, but they were still together and gave birth to me..."

"The forces they originally belonged to were very dissatisfied and swept them out. My parents could only make potions and make a living. Because of the simplicity of the alchemy workshop, it eventually led to a disaster and took their lives. Of course, some people also said that my father was a playboy and was flirting with the marriage. My mother killed him for love in anger. Who knows?"

These contents are not fabricated.

It is the real experience of his predecessor.

However, Fist only accepted his memory, but did not inherit the original feelings of his predecessor.

Therefore, there are not many psychological disorders when describing it now.

However, Medivh's behavior of uncovering the scars still made Fister deeply dissatisfied.

Upon hearing this, Medivh couldn't help laughing and said for a while: "What an interesting story. The last question is, why are you here?"

Fist had thought about this question long ago before coming.

Immediately answered according to the draft, "You also know that the mixed-race boy's situation in Dalaran is not very good. Even if I performed well in the championship and won the championship, it still has not changed. I also joined the mentor with me as the runner-up Kadega, the runner-up of the competition. His strength is far inferior to me, but in terms of resource allocation, the mentor favors him everywhere."

"As for the reason, it is nothing more than because he is a purebred human. Later, the instructor said that you were recruiting an apprentice and asked me if I would come. I have heard of your rumors and knew that your style of conduct is unique and may not discriminate against my bloodline, so I chose to agree."

These words are false in the truth, and there is true in the false.

Even if Medivh investigated it personally.

It may be difficult to find loopholes.

And this statement was tailor-made for Medivh.

In a sense, the other party is also mixed-race.

He is both an angel and a demon.

It is precisely because of this that Medivh was full of sympathy for Garona.

And these words are indeed very good for Medieval's spleen and stomach.

At this moment, he looked kind and said, "Very good. Stop calling that useless tutor Jazba. Karazan has a rule that disciples can only respect one tutor. Now your tutor is me. Okay, I'm a little tired, go and rest with Morros. Let's talk about the rest tomorrow morning."

Then teleported away.

"It's done!" Fist was delighted.

Next, under the leadership of Morros, he soon came to a huge hall.

This is a microcosm of the entire tower.

The environment is clean and the layout is elegant.

Exquisite ornaments are everywhere.

Fister recognized at a glance that this was the hall in the dungeon guests.

And here is now bright.

There is no negative energy at all.

I don't know if it was Medieval who was afraid that he would notice the abnormality and deliberately hid the ghosts.

Or they had already exiled them, and they only escaped after Medivh's defeat in later generations.

Anyway, Fister didn't see the problem at all.

Morros was very considerate and stopped and asked if he needed some late-night snack.

Fist had eaten some made bread and water before.

However, he has obtained a lot of miscellaneous attributes by signing in.

For example, strength, agility and physical fitness.

Therefore, the physique is much stronger than that of ordinary mages.

Correspondingly, demand is also high.

I am indeed a little hungry now.

Therefore, I followed the situation and chose to agree.

Morros brought him a plate of roasted chicken, a bbq cake and a bubble drink from the magical constant stove.

Then he watched Fest eat.

And as soon as he spoke, he couldn't stop.

Because these foods are beyond imagination.

Especially the baked pancake, the most delicious he has ever eaten in two lives.

Fister ate it without leaving any left, and then he said unsatisfiedly: "Thank you, Morros. Speaking of which, the chefs here are really good!"

"Of course, even King Ryan wanted to ask Cook to go to the palace to serve as the imperial chef. However, Cook thought he was a wizard, not a chef, so he refused the proposal." Morros smiled.

Fist then asked the other party who had residents of Karazan.
Chapter completed!