Chapter 223 – Morbius (7)

We stood side by side at the entrance of the Magic Tower. It was after getting the perfect information, but the thought of fighting against one of Hero’s crew already made my lips dry.

The man who came out to sweep the yard recognized Petunia Titi’s face and pretended to know him.

“Oh, you are the elf who came last time. But sorry. The Mage Tower is busy with experiments, so I don’t think I’ll be able to enter today. Since a few days ago, Mobius-nim has been preparing for the experiment, and he ordered strict vigilance, saying that even the slightest error should not be allowed. So no outsiders can come in.”

“Are outsiders allowed to enter?”

Petunia Titi frowned as she said that. Because it was within the expected range so far. If it was easy to get in and out of the first floor, I was going to send Taffy upstairs, take over the security room, and then take the elevator, but it was just unfortunate that it didn’t work.

Then she had no choice but to use the second method.

Petunia Titi looked at me with her face flushed red, and I nodded and urged her to hurry up. If you forcefully break through like this, the alarm will only sound from the beginning. I had to sneak in through the noise. Petunia Titi closed her eyes tightly and she shouted at the wizard.

“My, my, know who I am! I am not an outsider! A friend of Archmage Mobius! Friend!”

The lesser wizard looked around her in amazement as she shouted at her. Guards were glancing with their heads up in the direction of the warehouse, and workers were also focusing their attention on moving their luggage. Taffy hid in my shadow, and Millia and I took advantage of the attention and quickly moved toward the warehouse instead of the front door.

If access was blocked on the first floor, it was the law to draw attention to the first floor and then go to the basement when the guards came out.

“Ugh! What’s the matter! What happened!”

As we expected, the guards guarding the warehouse were moving towards Petunia Titti with their hats slightly raised. Petunia Titti was doing her real acting skillfully, which she had never done before in her life, and her face was dyed as red as a tomato.

“I! I want to meet a friend! Where to be cheeky! Are you interfering? Uh! Are you that great? Uh! I, I, I mean! He’s a very famous elf in the forest, right? You all have a big problem, a big problem!”

“Have you tried a lot?”

Milia heard Titi’s faint voice and said that. I giggled at her remarks and nodded her head. The warehouse workers sensed our presence and turned around, but we scurryed with the shadows faster than they spotted us.

In a warehouse full of complicated magic materials, we found the stairs leading upstairs. Since the warehouse had not yet been tidied up, the staff gathered at the entrance, and we glanced at each other in the corner of the warehouse. Taffy started climbing up the ceiling, and we held on to the handrail and carefully moved our feet.

I said to Taffy, who was hanging from the ceiling.

“Taffy. If you think you’re going to get caught by the security device, just get out of the tower. Understand?”

Taffy nodded her head, then disappeared through a crack in the ceiling.

*******

Taffy squeezed through the cracks in the wall as fluidly as a mudfish cobbles through pebbles. In the world illuminated by her red eyes, I could see straight lines made of mana densely filling the floor from the ceiling. It was a way to immediately sound an alarm when a being with magical powers moved. Unfortunately, these simple things were useless devices for Taffy.

It was because the building was designed without considering the attack of ancient vampires whose bodies could turn into shadows. She carefully slipped through the relatively wide cracks, sometimes even dug into the walls, and began to climb the floors.

How many times did you go up like that?

Taffy stuck her head out in front of the words [Level 7]. All the busy people were wearing luxurious robes, and there were also people who were looking at documents with stern faces while wearing hard magic armor.

But what they were researching was none of Taffy’s business. She burrowed cautiously under her desk and, rolling her eyes as quietly as her feral cat, began examining the blue-doored room. Blue door. Blue door.

“Hmm?”

Taffy tilted her head. Because the blue gate didn’t exist. Rather, this room had a structure closer to a library, and it looked like a place where various wizards exchanged experimental information. Where is the security room? There were relatively few security devices, but where the hell is this place that seems to have a fairly high average of wandering mages?

Taffy looked at the number again. It’s clearly written on the 7th floor.

Apparently, the wizard said it was the door to the blue gate in the middle of the 7th floor.

Why isn’t there a security room here?

It wasn’t a blue gate, but there was definitely a door in the center.

But the door was shining white. There were no signs indicating what this room was for. It only indicated that the room was a very important place, with a large, hard lock attached to it.

There was no password device the wizard had mentioned.

Taffy weighed the possibility that she had been told it was a blue door instead of a white one, and that she had misread the numbers and came to a different floor.

She could get it wrong about security or the color of the door, but she thought she couldn’t get it wrong.

She hid herself back under her floor, then glided out like a shark and slipped through the crack in her door.

*****

“Oh fuck.”

As we climbed the stairs, we couldn’t help but freeze when we saw the list of floors next to the stairs. As if Milia didn’t expect this, she was looking at the notice with an absurd expression. The notice said that it had been updated a few days ago, and it was currently displaying the number of floors of the mage tower.

I stopped my brisk walking and started counting slowly from the first floor with my fingers.

“First floor. Second floor. 3rd Floor… Why is there no fourth floor?”

Milia also took a deep breath while her hands trembled slightly. She also looked at me and asked.

“Why are they on the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 5th, 6th, and 7th floors? Why was this updated a few days ago?”

I looked up while brushing my hair. I couldn’t understand.

No, I couldn’t decide what to do.

The wizard clearly said there was a security room on the 7th floor.

When did this bastard speak of the 7th floor as a standard?

Is it today’s standard? Or is it the standard before the change?

******

Taffy raised her head. The white room was shining as white as the outside was dyed white. Taffy was about to fall into the delusion that his body would ripen even without sunlight. She looked around her, sticking her head out to avoid possible burns.

A huge mana stone was shaking in the white space, and in front of her eyes was a control pad that she could reach and control. As she explained to the wizard, she could control her entire security room by placing her hand on the control pad and infusing her magic power, she said.

It wasn’t the room full of monitors he said, but there was a control pad in the room, and a very suspicious-looking object existed in front of his eyes. When I looked up, there were security devices all over the place like a spider’s web.

But she couldn’t easily reach out her hand.

It was because the color of the door was hung. Still, I said it was a blue gate, but is this the white gate?

Besides, didn’t I mention that the security room has a separate password?

But if you think differently, the sign on this floor obviously pointed to the 7th floor.

Couldn’t it have been that he had misunderstood the color or that the wizard was confused and said the wrong thing?

Could it be that something has recently changed the security mechanism?

Taffy nodded her head, and she agreed to think so.

She then reached for her control pad.

*****

In the laboratory that was once on the 6th floor, two wizards were talking while pointing to a sign that said [7th floor].

“Hey, but why did you change this to the 7th floor? Confusing.”

“The 4th floor said it was bad luck and changed it. That’s why they were pushed back one floor at a time.”

The wizard giggled at those words and asked.

“Suddenly? Who? Mobius, the inspiration?”

“Because it is. You really have to do it in moderation.”

The other wizard also giggled, showing white teeth.

And only their white teeth gleamed. The world was dyed black, and the magic machine that I was working hard on was destroyed with sparks. A scream was heard in the pitch darkness.

“Aaaaagh!”

In the darkness, I was taken aback for a while, and no matter who came first, I turned on the light magic and ran in the direction where the scream was heard.

There, a man clutching a smashed magic tool in his hand was weeping.

“What, what?”

“What’s the matter?”

At that time, while the wizards were buzzing, someone recognized the crying man and said,

“Ugh! Isn’t this guy the one who was preparing for the Mage Tower promotion test by receiving research assignments directly from the seamus mage?”

“My, my promotion test assignment is… ! I’ve been preparing for four, three years… ! Aaaaa! Aaaaagh!”

The man’s miserable cry made even their hearts ache.

And in a place where no light shined, people with her own graduation work and her research assignments she had been working on for years were smashed down with silent screams.

On the white gate illuminated by light magic, the following was written in characters used by magicians.

[Power room]