The Flying Tower

He couldn't help but laugh and cry. It seemed his name was indeed fitting.

He had borrowed the surname of the elder Tesla, and now the world believed he was the strongest in physics. As a result, the School of Evocation, which benefited most from the laws of physics, was considered his specialty.

Lein glanced at the Necromancy magic in the System list, which was the only one not showing any activity. He couldn't help but think to himself, If I had claimed to be named Minethil back then, would I have become the Lich King?

Alas, the pretense he had put on back then had to be maintained, even if it meant shedding tears now.

With this campus network, named Physical Network, his makeshift school was established. As for who would eventually connect to this magic network, which at best was a local area network, only heaven knew.

In any case, the scope of this small, cute network was limited to the main campus and this so-called branch campus for Spatial Magic.

"Cold Face! I'll entrust you with the temporary management of those Fire Bats, the valley, and the vigilance of this Mage Tower. If intruders appear, you are permitted to use minimal force not intended for killing. If killing is necessary, you must notify me in advance."

"Yes!" the tower spirit replied in its emotionless, inorganic voice.

Although the legendary Fire Bat was connected to Lein's Soul, anyone who stared at a 'monitoring screen' for 24 hours straight would find it boring and tiring.

There are a thousand days to be a thief, but not a thousand days to guard against one.

For Lein, handing over the task meant shedding a burden.

Not long after, when Downs ran to the State Guesthouse to bring Bo Le back, Ganis immediately stepped forward.

"Quijote, where are you going?"

"Fulfilling a promise! My Master said he would help you deal with the Madela Mage Tower. If I can't handle it, Master will have to help."

"Deal with it?"

How?

Ganis and those around him were completely bewildered.

In their eyes, dismantling such a Mage Tower was no simple task. If it damaged the surrounding residential areas, it would be difficult to explain to the King.

After Downs finished notifying them, he rode his beloved Wind-Riding Steed and sped back to the Mage Tower. Ganis couldn't stop him.

At this moment, half the city's population watched in astonishment as the entire outer wall of the Mage Tower, which had seemingly been successfully 'revived' and controlled, erupted in dazzling purple-blue light.

Everyone was terrified.

This sudden change even jolted His Majesty the King, who was lost in thought on the palace terrace, contemplating how to handle his relationship with the Legendary Archmage. He looked up and cried out in surprise.

"Don't tell me Tesla, that scoun... that esteemed individual, intends to blow up the Madela Mage Tower on the spot!?"

A blankness filled the minds of nearly half the city's population as they stared blankly at the space around the Mage Tower distorting. Along the outline of the Mage Tower's outer wall, thousands of tiny purple spatial rifts and vortices appeared, resembling the decorative icing on a cream cake.

If this were an oil painting, these purple lights would undoubtedly be a giant rag, forcibly wiping the paint belonging to the capital of Cervantes from the canvas.

However, for ordinary people, this extraordinary and ethereal scene was no less than a divine miracle, a grand sermon.

Even more bizarrely, through the vortex-like teleportation gates in the void—Ganis could already see the scene on the other side.

The desolate and lifeless mountain range, the rust-colored earth, and the mountain city against that backdrop. Ganis was not unfamiliar with this scene.

"Could it be that Tesla intends to teleport this Mage Tower to..."

At the same time, in the central castle of Ramanque City, the residence of the Ramanque family and a fortress integrated with offense and defense.

On the highest terrace of the castle, the Earl was extremely dejected: "Alas! Downs * Quijote is a descendant of the Knight family that has served me for generations! How wonderful it would be if he became my vassal! I prepared a fief for him, beautiful women, everything, yet I still couldn't keep him..."

It couldn't be said that the Earl was unkind, but unfortunately, the title of "rebuilding magical civilization" was too grand and exaggerated for a mere Earl to bear.

His Knight captain didn't know how to comfort his lord.

The Earl's internal affairs officer quietly asked, "Then, my Lord, should the fief reserved for Quijote be used for other purposes?"

The Earl's cheek muscles twitched.

The fief he had reserved for Downs was a prime location right next to Ramanque City, which he had forcefully created by relocating one of his most trusted barons.

A lord could not arbitrarily confiscate the fief of his vassal without cause.

As compensation, the Earl of Ramanque had given up one of his larger and more fertile direct demesnes, along with an iron-rich mine, to appease his vassals.

Now, it seemed his actions were somewhat laughable.

Although the King himself dared not break the rule of "a vassal's vassal is not my vassal," Downs had abandoned his Knight assessment to study magic. Downs was not a hereditary noble, and if the King poached him, the Earl truly had no grounds to complain.

Now, the Earl could only hope that the King would leave him some scraps after eating the meat.

After much deliberation, the Earl sighed, "Keep the land for now, as a memento."

Who knew that in the next instant, a powerful beam of light suddenly descended upon the empty space on the mountain outside the city.

A Mage Tower, radiating a purple-blue halo, its appearance somewhat dilapidated yet still undeniably magnificent, appeared out of thin air.

As the tower crossed space and settled outside the city, everyone from the Earl to the guards on the city walls was left speechless.

What in the world was this?

Logically, the dutiful city guards should have immediately sounded the alarm.

Before the guards could react, a door suddenly opened on the top floor of the Mage Tower, which was only two hundred meters from the city walls. A young man in a purple robe, riding an incredibly cool Wind Rider, flew over with a whoosh.

"Don't attack! I am Downs * Quijote!" Downs, ever cautious, flew over with [Lightning and Arrow Protection] activated.

Coincidentally, he had also activated this shield when he displayed his might in dealing with the Goblin Bear that day.

Sharp-eyed city guards immediately recognized him. "Ah! It's really that kid from the Quijote family!"

Before he could finish speaking, his captain smacked him on the head. "What kid! You should call him Lord Quijote!"

Half the city's population poked their heads out of their homes and various places, watching Downs ride his dashing 'flying horse' to the Earl of Ramanque's castle, unimpeded, with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

Downs reined in his horse in mid-air. Bole's four hooves pranced ostentatiously in the sky.

"My Lord Earl!"

"Lord Quijote!"

The two men performed a grand bow to each other.

"His Majesty Cervantes asked me to clear out the Madela Mage Tower in the royal city, but I failed. Fortunately, Master helped me out in the end. However, Master only promised to clear the Mage Tower away, so he placed it here. Uh, I wonder if Your Lordship minds?"

Mind?

Mind his ass!

Other people couldn't even invite a High-Level Mage, let alone get a Mage Tower for free!

The Earl of Ramanque was overwhelmed by immense happiness.