I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 98: Chapter 98: Great Mage—Spark
 

The Crimson Mage Tower was just half a day away from Green City’s North District, where a Mage Tower soared to a majestic height of fifty-seven blades.

Standing atop the Mage Tower, one could overlook half of Green City.

This was the White Tower, personally constructed by the Great Mage, Spark Russell—one of the three major Mage Towers in Green City.

Named for its pure white structure, the White Tower’s surface was coated with alchemy materials derived from a Demon Beast known as the Mountain Giant, which possessed potent magical adsorption qualities.

Inside the White Tower, the activity level of Magic Power was at least three times higher than that outside, whereas the Magic Power activity level at the Crimson Mage Tower reached only up to the external level.

As one of the three great Mage Towers of Green City, the White Tower’s history traced back to the distant past, fifty years ago.

At that time, Spark Russell was not yet a Great Mage; he was just a young man who had just advanced to a Level 10 Advanced Mage.

With the help of the Mage Association in Green City, the White Tower initially stood barely over twenty blades high.

As time passed, that young Mage rose to become a legendary Great Mage, and the height of the White Tower increased from just over twenty blades to the present fifty-plus, sheltering more than two hundred thousand residents nearby.

When Lide stood at the entrance of the White Tower and looked up at this architectural marvel, he felt a sincere admiration in his heart.

The circular body of the White Tower stood tall like a mountain, its grandeur far surpassing that of the Crimson Mage Tower, covering at least five times its area.

Compared to the White Tower, the fairly decent Crimson Mage Tower became a dwarf next to a giant.

It was nothing to speak of.

At the entrance of the White Tower, the grand white doors made of White Leaf Maple Wood were flanked by two Mages in white robes, their faces filled with pride.

As the domain of a Great Mage, there were always Mages, seen as lofty figures by the outside world, standing guard at the White Tower.

Upon seeing Lide, the pride on the faces of the two Mages vanished instantly, replaced by respectful expressions.

The crescent-shaped insignia of an Advanced Mage on Lide’s robe made them subdue all their thoughts, showing the proper respect due a formidable mage.

“Honored Mage, this is the White Tower. May I help you with anything?”

Although Spark’s apprentice, Lide was naturally not familiar to the Mages of White Tower, having never visited before.

“Please inform them that Lide has come to visit his mentor,” Lide said calmly.

The two Mages looked at each other, both somewhat surprised.

“You are the master of the Crimson Mage Tower, Lord Lide?”

“Yes.”

“Lord Lide, you are Lord Spark’s disciple; no announcement is necessary.”

The two became even more respectful upon knowing Lide’s identity.

Although Lide had never been to the White Tower before, the Mages there were not unfamiliar with his name.

This was the disciple personally accepted by Spark at a Mage Association meeting in Green City three years ago, in front of hundreds of Mages, and Lide also held the title of a prodigious Mage, the youngest Advanced Mage in Green City.

His legendary exploits made many envious; such a figure could hardly be forgotten by the Mages of the White Tower.

“Thank you,”

Lide nodded and followed the two Mages into the White Tower, carrying a beautifully wrapped bottle of Elf Wine.

Laurent, who had come with him, waited politely on the roadside outside the White Tower; merchants did not have the status to interact with Mages of Spark’s standing.

In the afternoon, after Laurent prepared the carriage, Lide had Isa stay with Vina while he, having changed his clothes, came alone to visit Spark. Although Isa was a bit reluctant, she obediently stayed at home.

Lide was quite curious about his formidable, unofficial mentor.

Great Mage—a title earned through personal prowess amid the millions of inhabitants of the great city of Green City.

Spark wasn’t like Emi, who had become a Bloodline only to advance to Level 15; Emi currently held the rank of Level 15 in name only, lacking the depth in various aspects necessary for that level.

A Mage is not a warrior; a warrior, upon reaching Level 15, experiences substantial improvements in physical capabilities, with combat power exploding immediately.

But after advancing to level 15, a Mage needed to enhance their spiritual power and control over magic power, and it required a vast amount of time to study 4th ring spells.

Only after truly mastering the 4th ring spells could a level 15 Mage be worthy of the title of Great Mage, and the Shadow Priest Emi be qualified to be called a High Priest.

It was then that Mages could unleash their destructive powers to obliterate heavens and earth.

Perhaps it was Spark’s preference that the White Tower was truly deserving of its name, not only was the exterior of the White Tower white, but everything inside the Mage Tower that met the eye was also white.

The walls were coated with white alchemy materials, the floors were made of White Leaf Maple Wood, and even all sorts of furniture were smeared with white alchemy materials.

It was like entering a pure white world.

The deep blue color of Lide’s Mage robe contrastingly became a vivid color inside the White Tower.

“Lord Lide, Lord Spark often mentioned you before,” he said, “Your understanding of magic is the most surprising he has ever seen among young people.

By the Magic Goddess above, we have never heard Lord Spark praise a Mage like this…”

The two young men, who had just become official Mages, were quite excited upon seeing Lide, and they couldn’t stop talking; they were incredibly curious about this legendary figure with the title of genius Mage.

Lide, with a faint smile, talked casually with them, while at the same time pondering everything about his teacher.

However, ultimately, the contact had been too brief, and the memories of the Blood Clan Ancestor about Spark were merely superficial, failing to give him greater confidence.

Regretfully, he could only shake his head and give up.

“Well, well, who is this kid? Three years had passed, and I thought you would stay in that damned Mage Tower for a lifetime!!”

Just as he entered the Mage Tower, a hoarse voice filled with anger came from ahead.

“Good day, Lord Spark”

“Good day, Lord Spark”

The two Mages beside him respectfully placed their hands on their chests and bowed.

Following the voice, Lide saw a figure that struck him as odd.

An old man wearing a black Mage robe, slightly overweight, with messy gray-and-white hair and a face full of white stubble, bearing the ruddy nose of heavy alcohol use, appeared before him.

Even from a distance of twenty steps, he could smell the alcohol on the other.

The memories in Lide’s mind overlaid with the figure before him, instantly recognizing him; the disheveled old man was none other than the Master of the White Tower— the Great Mage, Spark Russell.

Spark’s appearance was a far cry from the elegant, well-mannered figure, clad in white robes, oozing boundless magic fluctuations that Lide had imagined.

His current appearance could be more believable as a beggar on the street, despite being a Great Mage respected by millions.

Unaware of Lide’s thoughts, Spark’s murky eyes were filled with rage, and the scent of alcohol in the air intensified as he opened his mouth.

“Why are you silent now?!!”

Seeing Lide, a surge of anger came over Spark; a disciple represented too much in the Glory… not just an ordinary master-apprentice relation, but also a legacy.

Three years ago, when Spark had seen Lide at the Mage Association, becoming an Advanced Mage, the strong magic fluctuations emanating from him had sparked Spark’s love for talent, and after a conversation, Lide’s profound knowledge had impressed him deeply.

Moved, he had publicly taken Lide as a disciple, planning to pass on all his magic to him.

Thereafter, he had single-handedly facilitated the Mage Association of Green City to help Lide build a Mage Tower.

Initially, everything went well, but after the completion of the Crimson Mage Tower, things changed.

That damned bastard just burrowed into the Mage Tower and never came out again.

In the subsequent two years, as his teacher, Spark had not seen Lide a second time.

If it were not for others saying Lide had never dealt with other Nobles of Green City, he would really think his student did not regard him as important.

Now seeing Lide again, the resentment in his heart was unspeakably deep.

It was agreed at the beginning to teach you magic, but you ended up becoming a shut-in.