“A close-range teleportation circle, huh,” Wizard Morton said, then turned to Abel, “Is this one connected to the one in Harry Castle?”

Abel smiled and explained, “That one is better than the one that’s connected to Harry Castle.”

Wizard Morton didn’t ask Abel to explain himself. Just how much “better” could this magic circle be? If his disciple decided to keep it a secret, then he wasn’t going to spoil the fun.

Right now, Wizard Morton hadn’t moved all his stuff yet. There were a lot of empty spaces in his tower, but he could still see all the magic circles that were painted on the walls. There were a lot of magic circles. Even the light came from the lighting circle that the elves drew.

Yvenline Wizard was already concerned, “Is it like this for every magic tower here?”

Abel lied, “They’re all the same, Wizard Yveline. Only the number of floors is different.”

“The mana here! It’s so thick!” Camille called ut. From what she could sense, the mana inside this tower was many times thicker than that inside the Morton Magic Tower.

“We’ll go up to have a look now,” Wizard Morton said with satisfaction.

When they all came to the stairs, they saw a magic circle built in the first step. It was a close-range waypoint. To activate it, a small amount of mana would have to be inserted. Then, it would take them to whatever floor they wished.

“This!” Carlos almost crouched when he examined the magic runes on the ground, “Wow! Wow! I’ve always wanted this! I’ve hated stairs all my life!”

Of course, he had to face Wizard Morton’s scornful glare after saying that.

Abel suggested, “Why don’t we head to the top floor now, Mentor? Let’s have you form the contract with the tower spirit.”

Wizard Morton nodded, “Sure, let’s do that. Everyone, you can all come with us.”

The waypoint took everyone to the twelfth floor, and it was mostly empty—just a few chairs and a table.

Instead of inviting everyone to follow him, Wizard Morton went inside the office by himself. Soon a loud, mechanical voice announced: “Welcome, Master!” Soon, Wizard Morton made an official declaration that the Morton Magic Tower was his property.

“Congrats, congrats!” Wizard Yveline and Wizard Murphy bowed when Wizard Morton walked out.

“Thank you,” Wizard Morton said with a smile, “I suggest you two go and claim your tower as well. What Abel gave us is at least two times better than what we used to have. It needs a lot of maintenance and customizing. You won’t want to miss it.”

Obviously, the two were excited to hear this, “Well, oh. Okay! We’ll head off now then. Thank you so much, Abel!”

Then off they went. Now, it was just Wizard Morton, Abel, Camille, and Carlos. Abel felt like he was back at the old Morton Magic Tower.

Wizard Morton said proudly, “You’ve done too much for us, Abel. I’m sure everyone can see that, so please don’t send more things to us in the future.”

Abel smiled and said, “It’s fine, Mentor. I’ve been getting quite a lot in my job at Liante City. I’ve invested as well. Not only will I have a stable source of points, pretty soon, but I’ll start assigning my own missions so the others can get more resources for all of us.”

Abel was a smart man. He understood how the point system in Liante City worked. Soon, he would be hiring people to help him do all kinds of works. They could be killing high-level criminals for him. They could be defending against the invading orcs for him. They could help him gather some materials that he didn’t have the time to get. To pay them, he could just let Bartoli handle all of it by sending his points to her magic tower.

“It’s good to hear that,” Wizard Morton said with comfort.

Meanwhile, Camille couldn’t hold herself anymore, “I want a taller building, Mentor!”

Wizard Morton sighed, “Why can’t you and Carlos be more mature? Just stay on the ninth and tenth floor for now.”

“Oh, right,” Abel said as he suddenly remembered something, “Camille, I have a gift for you.”

“What is it?” Camille said.

Abel handed Camile a bottle of the beauty potion, “Here. It’s an elixir that can make you look younger than you are.”

“Wow! Thank you so much!” Camille said with a wide smile on her face. For a rank four wizard like her, it’d be a while before she could stop her aging by becoming an official wizard. Actually, she was just starting to get worried about how she was going to be in her fifties before she could extend her lifespan.

As soon as Camille took the bottle, she quickly ran to the floor that Wizard Morton assigned her. She must’ve been very eager to try out the beauty potion.

“That girl!” Wizard Morton laughed despite trying to scold Camille. Then he turned his head towards Abel.

“I’ve always suspected this, Abel, but you must’ve been hiding something from us, didn’t you? Is there something you haven’t showed us in this tower yet?”

“Yes, I have, Mentor. Please, follow me,” Abel said, then proceeded to guide Wizard Morton to the first floor.

Before they went to the waypoint, Abel turned to ask Wizard Morton, “Can I have permission to use this tower, Mentor?”

“Oh, right,” Wizard Morton said, then quickly gave Abel the same level of access as him.

“That’s a lot of trust you’re putting on me, Sir,” Abel smiled.

“Well, who else would I trust?” Wizard Morton said.