If the owner had died, the tower spirit would go into an ownerless mode. Then Wizard Union would take back the magic tower and divide the leftover wealth according to the owner’s will. Anything extra would be taken by the Wizard Union along with the magic tower.

Therefore, the owner was alive as long as the tower spirit was still working. This was the case with Wizard Dunn.

At that moment, Wizard Dunn was located inside the top floor of his magic tower with 10 bottles of red wine by his side. He had already drunk 9 of them.

Wizard Dunn had been stuck as a rank 17 elite wizard for a few hundred years. He was a Master in lighting spells, and his fighting power was far greater than any other normal wizards.

Lighting spells were special–most wizards could not master it even if they spent their whole life looking into it. This was because their main characteristic was an imbalance in power.

Normally, when a wizard used a lighting spell to attack, there was a big chance they could only end up with 1 point of damage. This element was central to all lightning spells. Normally, the lowest point of damage for lighting spells was 1 point, but their maximum could be more than a few hundred.

Therefore, in order to become a lighting wizard, you needed to be gifted. Although there weren’t many members in the Thunders, the team which Wizard Dunn belonged to, their fighting power was the most explosive. Lighting spells were the fastest spells, and it could bring about a numbing effect if the strike was successful.

Although he had quite a lot of glory during battles, he had been trapped at rank 17. His body had been corroded by mana for hundreds of years, and he had taken a large number of potions. Therefore, his body had always remained in a weak state.

That’s why he could not level up anymore. Although an elite wizard could use some other method to increase their lifespan, Wizard Dunn didn’t want to live like this. Therefore, he returned to the Holy Continent to cultivate some more gifted wizard for the Thunders instead.

At first, he thought he would stay in the Holy Continent until he died of old age, but a few months ago, his disciple Wizard Morton had brought him 10 bottles of wine. Although he was born a noble and really loved wine when he was young, he hadn’t had much of it since he started training. Therefore, he didn’t really care too much about it much at first.

However, the moment he took a sip, he knew what the wines could do. He suddenly locked himself up. He told the world that he would lock himself up until he died, but he was actually very optimistic that he could level up.

The reason was simple. The wine Wizard Morton had sent him was slowly adjusting his body. Originally it had been badly damaged by mana, the side effect of potions, and old age. But at that moment, it was slowly recovering.

The first thing Wizard Dunn did was lock himself up after he realized this. He had been waiting for this moment for a few hundred years. He didn’t want anyone to interrupt or anything unexpected to happen. Saying he would lock himself up until he died was the best option.

A few months had passed, but he did not grow desperate. He took a little sip of red wine every day, and the special element within it slowly healed his body. He had waited for a few hundred years, now was his moment. He knew he would only waste the wines if he got too desperate.

He felt like his body was about to level up. A level up he had been waiting for for hundreds of years. Strange energy began to leak out from his body. It was the scent of leveling up.

It was not easy to hold down his excitement, but he remained calm. Step by step, he began to trace out the rank 18 wizard pattern as the scent of leveling up began to change his body.

Outside of the magic tower, intermediate wizards were sitting in a tent. This tent was set ever since the first day Wizard Dunn had announced his lock up. The owners of this tent were both Wizard Dunn’s disciple, Wizard Alberta, and Wizard Hickok.

Unlike Wizard Morton, who had already unleashed all his potential, these 2 intermediate wizards were still at their prime. They were both an authority within the Kingdom of St Ellis’s Wizard Union. Their magic tower was not far away.

Ever since Wizard Dunn had locked up, both of them had not returned to their own magic towers. Instead, they guarded their teacher’s magic tower. Of course, if Wizard Morton did not have the responsibility to guard the Duchy of Carmel, he would be here as well.

At that moment, those intermediate wizards were reading a magic book, but suddenly they sensed a scent of leveling coming from the 17th floor of the magic tower.

“Teacher is leveling up!” Wizard Alberta quickly dashed up and yelled in excitement. At the same time, he brushed on his portal bag, and a magic staff appeared in his hand. A Wizard was the most vulnerable during their level up, so they could not let anyone interrupt.

“Alberta, you go left and I’ll go right!” Wizard Hickok also took out his magic staff and said in excitement.

Both of them had been guarding the place for months. They finally had something to do. Since they wanted to guard their teacher, they did not go to the Wizard Union and declined all their tasks for the past few months. They had almost lost all their power because of this.

But they couldn’t care less. Their teacher’s level up was the most important thing. It seemed like their sacrifice did not go to waste after all.

Mana began to emerge from the tip of the magic tower. All the mana generated by the magic tower had been sucked into this mana swirl.

All the wizards in the nearby magic tower noticed this special scenery. Afterward, they all rushed toward the tower. Watching a Wizard level up, especially an elite wizard, was an extremely rare experience. It could be very beneficial when the time came for them.

More and more wizards began to gather, which made both Wizard Alberta and Wizard Hickok very nervous.

“Don’t get too close!” Wizard Alberta said in a low voice to 3 other intermediate wizards who wanted to get closer.

At that moment, the 3 intermediate wizards would not dare to offend Wizard Alberta and Wizard Hickok. Although they had been laughing at how stupid they were for guarding outside a dead shut magic tower the past few months, everything was changed now. Wizard Dunn was finally leveling up. Rank 18 elite wizards were at the top of the Holy Continent Elites.

Therefore, the 3 intermediate wizards smiled and stepped back. Afterward, they sat on the floor and began to experience the powerful force of a rank 18 wizard leveling up. Other wizards also did the same. All of a sudden, tens of wizards were sitting around a hundred meters from the magic tower.

Inside the magic tower, Wizard Dunn felt the last bit of scent faded from his body. He regained his life force. Although lifespan might just be an elusive number to young wizards, to old wizards, death was always lurking by their side.

His lifespan had increased dramatically all of a sudden. If he put in the effort, maybe he could even level up again before he died.

His face was filled with gratitude. He really needed to thank Wizard Morton for this magical wine. Of course, he would need to thank Wizard Morton’s disciple, Abel, as well. He was the one who made this wine.

Wizard Dunn felt a little awkward as he sighed. As the most powerful wizard of thunder in the Holy Continent, he had accepted such a big favor from a disciple 2 generations below him.

Since now he had leveled up, the first thing he would do as soon as he got out was to return this favor.

Wizard Dunn stood up and looked around his robe. Even with the protection of a magic circle, he had still gotten quite dirty. The wine he had been drinking these past few months had helped him expel all the impurities from his body. Especially after the scent of level up had altered his body, not only his robe, but his entire body was filled with grime and dirt.