Spark left under Morgen's promise.

In fact, Morgen was also driven by greed for the extraordinary power promised by the ancient alchemy magic array. Otherwise, he would not have spent all his savings to build this seemingly unreliable structure.

"It's truly a headache. Not only does the Breaking Dawn City require a heavy investment, but the Scarlet Mage Tower now operates like a bottomless pit."

Morgen shook his head as he looked at the oak-lined walls of his study.

Financially, he was set to reap a harvest once the agricultural ventures of Breaking Dawn City yielded a surplus.

However, the situation was still far from his expectation, and he was not in a hurry. There was no rush to achieve his goals.

After all, they were all leeks. There was little difference between cutting them early or late.

The Scarlet Mage Tower required much more investment. The magic factory had become his primary source of income, and he needed to expand its scale to generate more wealth.

Additionally, it was imperative to cultivate the mysterious stores in Green City, as well as cover the daily expenses of the Scarlet Mage Tower.

What truly consumed money like a bottomless pit was the ancient alchemy magic array.

The afterglow of the sunset had vanished, and the eyes of the night goddess gazed down on the mortal realm once more.

Just as most mage apprentices were settling down for the night, Morgen, who was still reading in his study, suddenly raised his eyebrows.

He turned his head and stretched out an open palm toward the half-open window, allowing the cool breeze to enter the room.

Flutter~

A bat flew through the window and into the study.

After circling the room a few times, it quietly landed in Morgen's hand.

Morgen opened the secret letter attached to the bat's belly.

"Under the ancestral crown, I'm at Elvis Tavern." It was from Amy.

Elvis Tavern? The most renowned pub in Green City?

Morgen found it amusing. The proprietor was indeed unconventional.

Although Amy had become a vampire, his wanted portrait still hung on the mission wall of the Green City Mercenaries' Guild.

More importantly, Elvis Tavern appeared to be only a block away from the Knights' Temple.

The audacity was astounding. The priests of the Knights' Temple would likely be incensed by Amy's existence. They would undoubtedly apprehend and burn the blasphemous creature to death.

Morgen rose, tidied himself up, and exited his abode.

"Caru, prepare the carriage. We're going to Elvis Tavern."

Caru, who had not yet retired, felt a surge of excitement upon hearing Morgen's voice. After gathering his belongings, he made his way downstairs.

He saw Morgen in the lobby of the first floor, standing at attention and offering a salute.

"Good evening, Lord Morgen."

"Very well. You shall accompany me to Elvis Tavern."

"Yes, Lord Morgen." Caru's face was filled with excitement. While he was now the director of the magic factory, he understood the significance of being invited to accompany Morgen, indicating his elevated status.

Soon after, Caru arranged the carriage, and Morgen boarded it, setting off for the renowned Elvis Tavern in Green City.

Elvis was known for its unique proprietor, an elven female archer of level beta or higher.

Her prowess and unparalleled beauty made the tavern a popular destination for nobles in Green City.

The exquisite taste of the elves made this pub the most celebrated establishment in Green City.

"Lord Morgen, we have arrived at Elvis Tavern."

Morgen opened his eyes and emerged from his meditative state.

"Remain here."

"Yes, Lord Morgen."

After stepping out of the carriage, Morgen's eyes widened.

A peculiar and awe-inspiring building stood before him.

The tree house was Morgen's first impression of Elvis Tavern.

The structure was not made of stone but entirely of wood, with a round entrance resembling a tree hollow.

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What was most remarkable was the regrowth of the wood, adorned with lush turquoise leaves that enveloped the entire building in green.

The tree house stood seven stories high, thirty blades in width, and hundreds of blades wide. The dozens of windows were akin to beehives, but the irregular arrangement created a sense of natural ease.

The fragrance of the forest and the serene atmosphere were unlike a tavern, resembling a creation blessed by the goddess of the deep forest.

A profound look crossed Morgen's eyes. The world was truly filled with wonders.

"Greetings, esteemed guest. Welcome to Elvis Tavern."

The two bodyguards at the entrance displayed their respect upon seeing the crescent-shaped senior mage symbol on Master Morgen's robe.

In contrast, a soldier who had arrived earlier, clad in armor and his face flushed from drink, roared in anger upon witnessing the scene.

"Damned fools! I am also a senior professional! I arrived before him!

You lowly servants, how dare you ignore Lord Mad Cow Auda!"

The two guards responded with disdain and contempt when they heard his words.

"If you dare to create a disturbance again and disrupt the patrons of Elvis Tavern,

I swear I will cast your wretched head into the sewer!"

The soldier instantly sobered up after receiving the stern warning and murderous gaze. With a final resentful glance at Morgen, he departed with the assistance of his female companion.

Elvis Tavern was not without its share of troublemakers, but there was only one consequence: they were removed by death.

Obviously, the soldier lacked the confidence to challenge Elvis Tavern.

The two guards apologized profusely to Morgen after escorting the soldier away. "Apologies, esteemed guest. Please disregard the insolence of these barbaric mercenaries."

Morgen did not expect such an altercation and shook his head.

"Thank you for your hospitality. I am here to meet a friend..." Amy was still waiting for him.

At that moment, a surprised voice came from behind him.

"Well, what an unfamiliar scent."

Morgen was taken aback by the words. As he turned his head, his eyes narrowed, and a gleam of surprise flashed in their depths.

Before her stood a woman with an alluring figure.

Her upper body was adorned with an enchanted wallet. Tall and buxom, her bosom possessed a majestic allure.

She wore a leather skirt and black leather boots on her feet.

What was particularly striking was the green archaic bow slung across her back, the two short blades with intricate carvings on her trouser belt, and the sharp dagger concealed on the inside of her slender, snow-white thighs.

A wild and seductive air emanated from her.

However, what truly captivated Morgen's pupils were her long, pointed ears.

Elves.

Only elves possessed such exquisite features in this world.

This female elf was among the most beautiful women Morgen had ever encountered.

Even among the vampires, renowned for their beauty, Morgen had not found a woman comparable to the elf before him.

She was breathtaking.

The royal demeanor of this elf was also unmistakable.

"The scent on your body is truly..." The female elf regarded Morgen with curiosity, her nose twitching slightly.

"Unusual."

"You have a scent that puts me on guard, as if some evil creature dwells within, but another scent is quite agreeable, like, um, a god?"

"What an enigmatic human."

The wild female elf seemed unconcerned with Morgen's thoughts and spoke to herself.

Upon hearing her words, Morgen's initial curiosity transformed into the vigilance of a seasoned traveler, and he became wary of the elf.

Was she blessed with a keen sense of smell? She had managed to discern so much information from his scent alone.

"Elvis, human mage, may I inquire as to your name?" Ariel inquired, her head tilted slightly, displaying a hint of elven arrogance. Although her tone was polite, her underlying pride was evident.

A race that carried pride deep within their bones.

Morgen gazed deeply at Ariel.

"Elvis

Level: beta plus

???

???"

No wonder she was the proprietor of Elvis Tavern. She was a master elven archer who had reached level beta plus.

While surprised by the elf's keen insights, Morgen's expression remained impeccable and calm, a polite smile gracing his lips.

"Lid Kachar, proprietor of the Scarlet Mage Tower. Lady Ariel, it is an honor to visit Elvis Tavern."

Ariel's face suddenly softened. "So you are the disciple of old Sparks." She then curled her lips, clearly not holding Sparks in high regard.

After speaking, she took a few steps closer to Morgen, narrowing the distance between them to less than half a blade.

Ariel straightened her posture and her bosom heaved. She blinked at Morgen and asked in a seductively soft voice.

"Are you a human?"

Morgen, who had been observing her movements, instantly froze. If not for his heart's ability to remain calm, his deception would have been exposed.

Maintaining a constant smile, his dark eyes gazed directly into her green eyes, their curiosity subtly expressed.

"No, Lady Ariel. I am not a human."

Ariel's pupils dilated at that moment, and her hand instinctively reached for the short blade on her hip.

But then she suddenly relaxed.

"I am merely an undead creature who pursued the arcane arts. When I was learning magic, I was already dead as a human..."

Ariel was caught off guard by Morgen's words, but she quickly recovered, her clean green eyes holding a hint of charm.

She approached Morgen and whispered in his ear.

"You are a truly fascinating human. Perhaps you should visit Elvis Tavern more often. I rather enjoy the company of handsome mages like yourself."

With that, she disappeared, her alluring aura leaving a strange excitement in the air.

Morgen's expression remained unchanged until Ariel vanished from his sight, the smile on his lips never fading.

However, when no one noticed, sweat streamed down his back.

When Ariel had approached him, he sensed her exploring him with some kind of secret technique, and he had nearly been discovered. Fortunately, he had protected himself with the power of faith at the critical moment.

Otherwise, a confrontation would have been inevitable.

"Lady Ariel, why are you so interested in a human?"

After Ariel entered the carriage, her maid inquired with some curiosity.

"Nay, this is no ordinary human."

Ariel shook her head, her eyes filled with doubt.

She had clearly sensed a faint aura of a dark creature in Morgen, but then she had encountered an extremely holy power.

This had perplexed her.

Elves were nature's favorites, possessing an extremely keen sense for all negative energy and dark creatures.

No dark creature could hide in her presence.

Just now, she had sensed Morgen's anomaly through her elven bloodline, but upon closer examination, she had discovered a pure and holy power within him, a power that belonged only to the gods of light.

And it was absolutely impossible for dark creatures to believe in the god of light.

This contradictory scenario had piqued her curiosity about Morgen.

She was certain that this human was far from ordinary, and the ability to conceal oneself from her was no easy feat.

Morgen was unaware that his delay of a few minutes had almost led to his exposure by a level beta plus elf.

What was more alarming was that he had also left an impression on her, which was the most concerning aspect.

He took a deep breath. While surprised by his encounter with Ariel, a level beta plus high-level elf, he did not linger and entered the Elvis Tavern with his guards.

However, his mood was not as relaxed as when he had arrived.

For some reason, he had a feeling that the coming period would be full of turmoil.

His plan for low-key development seemed to be unraveling...