Chapter 251 (1/2)

Lift a huge container onto the transport belt. Inside, a parrot like bird Warcraft heads sideways and curiously observes Locke working outside the cage.

"Locke! It's time for lunch!" Harris's voice came from the side of the cage container as high as a mountain.

"Well, I see!" Locke replied at the top of his voice and went to the cage where the parrot and Warcraft were kept. Before the beast reacted, Locke pulled down two of the three pink ears on his head.

"Gu ~ Gu ~" the Warcraft that lost two heads and ears was like being hit hard. It fluttered its wings and hid in the cage away from Locke.

"Two crimson feathers." Locke took out a small book from the space ring, secretly wrote it down, and casually put the crimson feather into a wooden box.

The work in the transfer area is a dirty and tiring job for others, because they have to face countless Warcraft and exotic creatures all day, but for Locke, this is his paradise for fishing for oil and water.

After a little packing, Locke put on a clean dress, went out to find Harris and went to dinner with him.

His little moves don't tell others. Harris and Molly see it in their eyes. Locke is not a stingy person. If he earns a cent, he won't treat his own people badly. It can be regarded as blocking their mouth.

It is not uncommon for the staff in the transfer area to take advantage of their position to make profits for themselves. There are few completely clean people. Locke can only say that he has done more than anyone.

After all, he is the only high-level knight who dares to take their organs when Warcraft is awake.

Just now, the red parrot, the strength of intermediate Warcraft, even if it is branded with soul, is not something that magicians can act rashly. They can't dare to start until they sprinkle all kinds of weakening magic.

"Where to eat?" Locke put his arm on Harris' shoulder and said with a smile that they have known each other for a long time these days. Harris at the middle apprenticeship level is obedient to Locke.

"Go to the second floor of Santa college." Harris suggested.

"OK!" As if thinking of the secret Warthog legs on the second floor of Santa college, Locke licked his lips.

Santa's welfare treatment for its internal magicians is so good that Locke, a knight, is jealous.

Not to mention the package accommodation, each meal provides free ingredients below the intermediate level of Warcraft. The focus is unlimited. It can't be better for Locke, a big stomach king.

Locke, who has become the experimental assistant of the official magician master Ashar, now has the qualification to enter the holy tower at will, and can enter and leave the holy tower. The restrictions on Locke by the holy tower college are also lifted.

Locke can now change into a magician's robe and act as a fake student.

The work in the operation area is mainly busy in the morning, because new slave creatures will be delivered in the early morning. In the afternoon, most of them are registration work. Locke won't go. Harris and Molly are enough.

"I have to go to Lord Ashar this afternoon. I'll give it to you in the operation area." Locke wiped his mouth with his napkin and said to Harris opposite him.

"Don't worry." Harris nodded. Both he and Molly knew that Locke was now an assistant under a formal magician.

"By the way, what's the official magician's name?" Harris asked curiously. Locke hadn't told them before.

"It's a female magician named Ashar." Locke replied.