After spending a full year exploring the Twin Astrological Tower, Green decided to enjoy one last brief stretch of peace before the expedition ended.
"You really aren't going?"
Green's body squirmed for a moment before he transformed into an astrologer of this world: pale green skin, a tall, gaunt body wrapped around bone, an enormous head like a giant pumpkin, and an astrological disc in his hand.
A number of low-ranking astrologers remained within the Twin Astrological Tower to maintain its normal operation. They lived humiliating lives of servility, their dignity utterly stripped away. Green's transformation horrified these astrologers, while the elite Demon-hunter Wizards around him were already accustomed to it. Disguise sorcery was nothing unusual.
"Gulp..."
Swallowing secretly, the low-ranking astrologers who had been reduced to servants did not dare say a word and continued with their work.
"Not going, not going. Damn it, once we're done with this world, we'll be thrown into the War of Civilization. Watching your friends die one after another like that, I'd rather see you dead... Ah! Ah! Ah! No, I still want to stay in love with Yeye for several more epochs. I haven't lived enough yet! For love, Baye is putting everything on the line this time. Who has your kind of spare time!"
For Yeye's sake, Little Eight had actually begun modifying the dramatic curse spell he had once created, deleting and altering the harsh incantation requirements in its opening sequence.
What had made Little Eight so determined was the news, several years earlier, that Green's friends Amlund and Wiki had fallen.
Both had entered the realm of Level Three Great Wizards before the War of Civilization. They had been outstanding among the Demon-hunter Dark Wizards, yet they had fallen one after the other in the War of Civilization!
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