Arcane Linguist

Chapter 22 Call of the Archmage
"Sorry, Lunifuss, I have to go offline." (Silver coins +100)

"Oh? What's wrong?"

"Suddenly something happened, let's talk about it later." (Silver coins +100)

"Okay, goodbye." (Silver coins +10)

Roland resisted the urge to continue to reply, went offline to wash and tidy up his appearance, and then went outside to the floating ladder.

There were more than 10 minutes before the agreed 20 o'clock, and he had already reached the ninth floor of the Mage Tower, which he had never been to.

This place is arranged as a place similar to a deep space dome, and the light clusters constructed by magic runes are suspended in the air, like stars all over the sky.

This is a private library modeled after the "Palace of Wisdom". Those exquisite and elegant magic runes with elegant lines like works of art are the Orvisto runes named by the Archmage Orvisto after himself. arts.

Their appearance looks like exquisite hollow patterns, with a kind of elven charm, which is injected into the enchantment layer of this world, and together with the tower spirit, it undertakes the important task of maintaining the energy and information operation of the entire mage tower.

In the center of the dome, there appeared a magical light source like the sun shining high. It was a giant light spell blessed by a special spell. It seemed to be surrounded by stars around the sky, maintaining the lighting in the room.

Under the bright and clean, but not glaring light, two tall maids walked over slowly.

Unlike the maids downstairs who provide logistical support for the Mage Tower, the servants here seem to be the private servants of the Archmage Orvisto. Since few outsiders come, they are all wearing clear clothes. The silk-like precious fabric is perfectly cut, which well reflects the beauty of women's body charm.

This is a special style of clothing between the East and the West. Even Roland couldn't help taking a few more glances, only to find out that the two maids were almost identical twin sisters.

They have the same delicate face, with bright and lively eyes, ruddy and lustrous lips, and ice-sculpted skin, full of a sense of radiance full of aura, long black hair draped over the shoulders like satin, like a Greek Goddess in mythology.

What is especially worth mentioning is that their ears are pointed and long, which is easily reminiscent of the elves.

"Mr. Roland, the master has already ordered you to arrange a meeting immediately after you come. There is no need to wait. Please follow us."

The voices of the two were almost synchronized, and they overlapped together, giving them a three-dimensional feeling.

After finishing speaking, he turned around with graceful steps, leading the way swayingly, every movement was full of charm.

Roland just glanced at it, and almost choked on himself, coughing dryly in embarrassment.

It turned out that the twin sisters were both succubus, and a lot of fabric was cleverly saved with a very artistic design on the back of the clothes, which exposed their beautiful backs.

The waist is well covered, but below the waist begins to prevent waste.

This exposed the white arc mound and the succubus tail with the heart-shaped end, eye-catching under the light.

"The Archmage is a true gentleman!"

Roland thought of Froya's previous introduction, and nodded secretly.

"I personally verified it, 100% sure!"

Pass through a long corridor along the way, the interior is exquisitely decorated, hanging famous paintings, gorgeous carpets on the floor, exquisite chandeliers hanging on the ceiling, blooming charming light, adding a sense of mystery to the whole space, from time to time, some antique furniture and The sculptures are placed in appropriate positions, as if quietly telling the ancient history.

All this makes this place more like a palace of art.

But during the period, there were maids walking around, doing housework by performing cleaning techniques. Everyone was like a dancer, with light and graceful steps, and like a wife, with gentle and considerate behavior.

This adds a bit of human warmth to the cold art palace.

Not long after, Roland, who feasted his eyes along the way, finally followed the pair of succubus sisters to the study of the Archmage Orvisto. This is the end of the palace of art, a room that looks inconspicuous from the outside.

"Master, Mr. Roland has arrived."

Two succubi opened the door and walked in.

"Please come in."

A middle-aged man's voice full of mellow and stable came out. It was a pure Elvish language, which originated from the Elf King's Court, the Birch Forest, Betura Platifera Suk.

Roland calmed down, stood at the door and counted silently, then opened the door and walked in.

Behind the big table in the study room, the gentleman who was waiting for him was about 50 years old, handsome and dignified, with deep and bright eyes, wise and elegant temperament.

He was wearing a robe with complicated magic runes embroidered on it, showing his status in the Arcane Empire. He sat quietly with a smile on his face, making him more kind and calm.

This is the master of this tower, a well-known figure in the entire arcane empire Arterine, His Excellency Archmage Orvisto.

Roland came to his table, put his right hand on his chest, and bowed to salute.

"I have seen His Excellency the Archmage."

Because the archmage was the first to speak in Elvish, he also replied in Elvish, also speaking in an authentic Betura accent.

"Roland, it's our first time meeting, but I've known you for a long time."

Ovisto chuckled, pointed to the small sofa on the side of the study, and said, "Don't be restrained, sit down."

The two succubus maids cocked their tails and stood on tiptoe with long legs. They walked lightly between the tables and chairs, came to the temperature-controlled wine cabinet of the magic circle, opened a bottle of red wine, and then poured it at the bar next to it.

When they served the charmingly fragrant wine in goblets, Orvisto had already got up from behind the big table and sat down not far from Roland.

"The degree is not high, and it will not affect thinking. It's okay to have a drink."

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

Roland hurriedly toasted, raised his glass with him from afar, and then brought it to his mouth to take a sip.

Sure enough, the mouth is warm and moist, and the lips and teeth are fragrant, without the stimulation of alcoholic drinks at all.

Immediately afterwards, there was a warm feeling that gradually permeated the whole body, turning into abundant magic power surging in the body.

Feeling the whole body comfort and refreshment brought by this sip, Roland was completely convinced that it was not an ordinary drink, but a mellow magic wine!
He finally calmed down a little, and looked at Archmage Orvisto.

However, Archmage Orvisto waved his hand, signaling him to be as casual as himself, leaning against the sofa.

"What's your impression when you first come here?"

"The artistic component is high."

Roland said honestly.

"Oh? How tall?"

"The 9-story mage tower is so high."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Archmage Orvisto laughed heartily.

(End of this chapter)