I am a mage, with an infinite mana bar!

"You little brat!"

Old Man Barton immediately glared at Luke, his beard bristling, and shouted inwardly, cursing the guy for not understanding the rules of first come, first served. But upon reflection, he realized that such rules were never observed among the mage towers.

But Lynn's performance just now was also evident to him. Coupled with his previous initiative to help Blake comprehend the "Focus Light Technique," both his character and comprehension had risen several notches in Lynn's eyes once again.

Such a talented person is still at an age where he is as pure as a blank sheet of paper, and he cannot easily let him go.

If Lynn can be successfully brought into the White Tower and given intensive training, it will be a great thing for Lynn himself, for him, and for the White Tower.

Thinking of this, Barton walked over and patted Lynn on the shoulder affectionately. "Lynn, I also invite you to join the White Tower Society in my capacity as a senior researcher."

He rubbed his plump, white hands together awkwardly, and added somewhat urgently:

"Our White Tower contains magical writings from the past seven centuries, especially the treatises of all the newly emerging outstanding mages in the last hundred years."

"Furthermore, as you should know, the White Tower Society enjoys the support of His Majesty the King. Many of our senior mages have experience working at the Royal Magic Academy of Asia, and we even have several tenured professors currently active."

He was implying, no, explicitly telling Lynn, that by joining the White Tower, he could gain massive support for magical research, including professional guidance from professors working at the highest magical academy in the Kingdom of Assassin!

Such strength is unparalleled among the Seven Towers.

After all, for a mage, knowledge is power, and an academy with top-notch resources means that he can acquire a large amount of knowledge that he wants in a broad and refined way.

And it can help him avoid many detours.

Lynn said it was impossible not to be tempted; it was like receiving an acceptance letter from Tsinghua or Peking University right after the college entrance exam.

No, the benefits of this invitation are even more far-reaching. After all, the White Tower is not only connected to the Royal Magic Academy, but it is also a semi-official organization that can provide lifelong positions and generous annuities!

"Heh," Aldorf suddenly sneered and said to Lynn, "Becoming a member of the White Tower is an extremely difficult thing."

"Lynn, as you know, the White Tower encourages its members to 'be a useful person.' Therefore, they require members to form specialized research groups and report their research progress every quarter. Members who do not make any achievements will also be punished."

He glanced at the cold-faced Patton and said sarcastically, "Only a workaholic like Patton would like that kind of environment."

Patton immediately retorted, "That's still much better than you, you sleepyhead who can't wake up all day. Blue Tower seems to have it easy, but I haven't seen how much your pension is."

Aldorf angrily flung his sleeves, "Magical research should be a free endeavor; how can it be bound by such mundane matters?"

He then looked at Lynn, a deep light flickering in his eyes, and asked in a vacant tone, "Child, you think so too, don't you?"

Lynn met his gaze and was instantly captivated by the light in his eyes. She felt that whatever he said was right and instinctively wanted to nod.

"Snapped!"

A loud bang came from beside his ear; it turned out that old man Patton had slapped him hard in the ear.

Barton's eyes widened, his face flushed red, and his beard stood on end in anger. "You old scoundrel! You're utterly shameless, using mind control magic on a child!"

Aldorf sneered, "I was just helping him figure out what he really wanted!"

Then, the two began to launch into a personal attack, which escalated and became increasingly vulgar.

Lynn stared blankly at the scene, momentarily bewildered as to how things had escalated to this point.

Am I really that charming that I could make two senior mages publicly break off their friendship for me?

He touched his face, wondering if the "charisma boost" effect he inherited from the dark elves could actually work on the old man.

"Ding—" The crisp sound attracted his attention.

Lynn looked up and saw two gleaming, round metal objects before him.

gold……?

Luke held two brand-new gold coins between his fingers and looked at him meaningfully.

"Lynn, do you want to be rich?"

Who wouldn't want that?

Especially since he only has enough money to buy a second-circle spellbook, and the possibility of getting a third-circle or even a fourth-circle spellbook seems a long way off.

Luke's smile widened. "Then join the Golden Tower."

He continued, "I can secure some good benefits for you inside the tower, at least an annual allowance of 20 gold coins, which you can withdraw in advance to purchase magic books and other necessary items."

Luke paused for a moment. "I remember, the lowest quality second-circle spellbook should only cost 10 gold coins."

"As long as?" Lynn clicked his tongue inwardly. This person was really talking big. Were all the people in the Golden Tower like this?

"Mr. Luke, what procedures do I need to follow if I want to apply for a magic patent?" Lynn asked, seizing the opportunity.

After applying for a patent for the Frost Ring, he will be able to begin making spellbooks.

Luke didn't answer the question immediately, but simply patted him on the shoulder lightly. "Let's go outside and talk. It's almost lunchtime, and I know a good restaurant."

"this……"

Lynn turned to look at the two old mages, Barton and Aldolf, and found that they were not only speaking rudely, but were even showing signs of starting a fight.

"It's alright, I'll send someone to calm them down," Luke chuckled. "They've been hit by my [Foul Language] spell, and they'll be in trouble when they come to their senses. Let's go."

"..."

Lynn could hardly believe his ears; this was actually the effect of Luke's magic!

He suddenly remembered the last time on the third floor of the Golden Tower, when the old man Aldorf secretly controlled Barton in order to take him away.

Are all the people in your mage tower so unscrupulous?

But the argument between Aldolf and Barton was still within Lynn's comprehension, after all, they had worked together for a long time and that was how they got along.

But this action by the president of the Magic Association is completely at odds with his elegant and reserved demeanor...

"Mr. Luke, if I may be so bold, I've recently received a lot of help from Mr. Barton regarding joining the Golden Tower..."

"Don't be nervous," Luke interrupted him with a smile. "I simply wanted to invite you to lunch and maybe meet some new friends. After all, we're not that far apart in age, so it'll be easier to chat, won't it?"

No, it shouldn't be an age issue. Although Luke looks only seven or eight years older than me, he's a seasoned mage!

Not to mention his other roles, such as the Golden Tower Deacon and the rotating president of the Magic Association.

But his invitation was sincere, and Lynn really had no reason to refuse, plus the foul language from the two people next to her was really giving her a headache.

Just as Lynn was hesitating, Luke casually said, "Oh, by the way, you know Eli, right? Eli Frey."

Seeing Lynn open his mouth in surprise, he smiled and explained, "I have already read your report about the dark elf named Rigel."

I see……

"That half-elf lady isn't doing too well. I have some things to say about her; would you be interested in hearing them?"

As he spoke, he gently tossed two gold coins into the air, where they flew and reflected the brilliant sunlight.