Chapter 82: The Arcane Hermitage (I)

"Now the players have begun to expand."

"Not only in the Dragon Valley and North Wind Castle, but also in southern cities such as Katis City and Krie Castle."

"Really amazing..."

Casius browsed the player forum and Rumple's magic mirror, secretly sighing.

Yes, in addition to the white shark in the waves, some players have left Batto City and come to unknown areas.

This is not easy. First of all, we must break through the many obstacles of monsters outside the Storm High Slope. In addition to the Burning Embers, there are also scattered resistance tribes such as frost giants, hill giants, and orcs. Although they are squeezed to the edge of the high slope, they still retain some strength.

And these players who travel far away cannot die easily. Once they die, all their previous efforts will be abandoned and they will return to Batto City.

"Hmm? What's the sound?"

Casius's active dragon ears with frills twitched and rotated as he tracked the sound-the red dragon's hearing is much more acute than that of humans. It has the ability to identify what important sounds are and filter out background noise and focus on noteworthy sounds.

"Ding——"

A sound came from somewhere in the corner of the cave.

I saw that the "Arcane Hermitage Medal" was flashing with magical light, and a magical image emerged.

"Anzeta Branch sincerely invites you to join!"

"Meeting time: three days later"

"Location: Stratford Castle"

"Teleport coordinates: 1345.8375.527"

The Arcane Hermitage, a famous wizard organization in later generations, was founded by the famous legendary wizard Trafrano.

Members will gather regularly to share magic knowledge and exchange research results. Sometimes they will also take the opportunity to seek help and eradicate evil. This seems to be the first gathering of the Arcane Hermitage-Anzeta Branch.

"Many famous people in Anzeta will come to participate in this branch."

"I have to join in the fun-"

Thinking of this, Cassius called the magic mirror.

"Trump, come here immediately."

Trump's ugly face appeared on the image, but at this moment he seemed to be counting his gold coins obsessively. It seemed that the greed in the red dragon bloodline also had a profound impact on him.

"One hundred and one, one hundred and two, one hundred and three."

The gold coins fell one by one, making a crisp jingle.

Until he heard Cassius's impatient second call, he came back to his senses and said in panic:

"Ah, sorry, master, I'll be there soon."

After a while, Trump staggered and landed from the sky and came to Cassius.

The ogre magician muttered, "Master, these 'Starfallers' you got are too easy to cheat. I sell magic scrolls at three or four times the market price, but they still compete to buy from me. It's a pity that these guys are so poor and have few gold coins in their pockets. If everyone is so stupid, I don't have to rob those adventurers."

"Master, do you think I should raise the price again to earn more gold coins for you?"

Casius exhaled a puff of white smoke from his nose: "Rump, you must understand the concept of long-term fishing for big fish, and you can't fish all the way to the end."

"The price of our goods should change with the improvement of their consumption capacity. You send people to check their assets regularly, and control the price every time to just enough to make them have no money but not to the point where they can't survive. Isn't that enough?"

Rump thought for a moment, clapped his hands and said, "Master, I admire your wisdom. I will ask my men to prepare now."

Casius nodded with satisfaction.

This Rump is getting better and better at exploiting players, which is really a cause for celebration.

"But I didn't ask you to come this time to talk about the Falling Star."

"Come, take a look at this-"

Rump looked at the corner of the cave and saw the translucent magic image.

"Arcane Hermitage?"

"Yes, do you want to go and see it?" Casius smiled.

Rump's ugly and ferocious face suddenly revealed a trace of nostalgia and relief.

"Of course, Master..."

He was ignorant and didn't understand what happened before, but felt that he had become smart inexplicably.

And now Rump, as the chief steward of the Burning Embers Nest, has been in a high position for many years, has devoted himself to studying spells for many years, and has his own wizard tower. He has long understood what happened at the beginning, and he has even been able to further transform the [Ring of Wisdom Research].

Everything seems to be a deliberate arrangement by the God of Destiny.

If this young and energetic apprentice wizard had not gone out for a parade, if he had not knocked him out with a stick and eaten him, now Rump might still be just a mediocre ogre who does nothing and lives in a daze.

——Like all ogres, he only thinks about eating and sleeping, and such a person is definitely not qualified to be part of the red dragon's "great blueprint".

And it was this experience that changed his life, or rather his life.

"Transfiguration!"

The huge red dragon once again transformed into a young noble with black hair and golden eyes and noble temperament, but this time he did not show the characteristics of a dragon.

"Still a little restrained."

Feeling the huge power in his body being restrained by the human form, Cassius moved his wrists.

He stared at Rump's huge body and frowned slightly: "The Arcane Hermitage should be a gathering of the good camp. I'm afraid you can't appear in this form..."

"Yes, master."

Rump waved his staff quickly, communicating with the magic net to build a spell model, and turned into a human.

"Transfiguration!"

The human in front of him was more than two meters tall, fat and strong, full of fat, and his face was swollen. He looked like an ogre in human skin - although that was indeed the case.

"Master, is this okay?"

Casius looked at Rumple speechlessly:

"Can you modify it... This form doesn't look like a normal human at all."

"It's even better to take an ogre with you."

But Cassius forgot that ogres are not "artists" who cast spells based on intuition and consciousness, but wizards who need rigorous construction.

Rumple touched his head embarrassedly: "Sorry, Master, I didn't adjust the parameters of my spell model. It may take uh... seven or eight days to slowly improve it."

"Seven or eight days?"

"The Arcane Hermitage is about to end."

"How about this..."

Casius thought for a moment.

"You can transform into an iron golem and look a little bit normal. It's normal for a noble spellcaster to have a construct as a guard."

"Yes, Master."

Rump cast the Transfiguration spell again. This time, there was no mistake. He easily turned into a three-meter-tall, iron-clad giant.

Although it still looked ugly, at least no one would suspect that it was a chaotic evil creature.

"Give me a cloak."

Rump took out a slender cloak with the "anti-spying" magic from the collection and put it on Cassius.

Cassius played with the mithril necklace in his hand and stroked the door-shaped pendant on it.

"Dimensional Gate."

As the coordinates were confirmed, the space gradually twisted, and a crack opened in front of Cassius.