"As a gentleman, you should send these kidnapped Magic Apprentices back to where they were originally meant to go."
"However, Ash Holy Tower is currently in desperate need of apprentices, so I'll pretend I didn't see what happened this time." Luluenman smiled with narrowed eyes.
Although just over two hundred Magic Apprentices was not much, it was already quite good for the current Ash Holy Tower.
At the very least, those Academy Mages already recruited and employed by the Holy Tower would have work to do for some time to come.
There would no longer be the awkward situation of one Formal Magician being assigned five apprentices.
Now, at least they could each be assigned ten.
Compared to two years ago, Ash Holy Tower had still undergone some subtle changes.
At the very least, it had become a little more lively.
At this time, the total number of registered magicians in Ash Holy Tower was ninety-six.
Of them, fifty-two were combat magicians drawn here by the fame of the White Sand World War.
The other forty-four had been recruited by Ash Holy Tower's fairly generous welfare system.
Although it was somewhat shabby for a Holy Tower to have fewer than a hundred Formal-Ranked Magicians,
Ash Holy Tower was already doing fairly well to have made such a start.
This was only possible because the White Sand World War served as a draw, while Moon Bay had gradually been connected to the Azure Ripple Canal, making travel and exchange between the Land of Ashes and surrounding regions far more convenient.
Luluenman had immense confidence in Saine's ability to carve out a domain in the Land of Ashes.
It was not because she had faith in the Land of Ashes' development potential, but entirely because she had faith in Saine.
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