[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower":3,"chapter-the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-3":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Problematic Child of the Magic Tower",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1334749,1778,"Chapter 3","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-3",3,"\u003Cp>[Translator - Clara]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter 3: The Tragic Genius (2)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A two-story gray building on the outskirts of Sirin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first glance, it appeared ordinary, but it was actually a gang hideout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uh, boss.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss. Boss, you idiot. How many times do I have to tell you? I'm a businessman now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, right. My bad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigh...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader, Gordon, rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought of having to rely on someone like this as his right-hand man was almost pitiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyway, boss, are you sure about this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"About what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That mage. I heard he almost died after drinking the potion he bought from us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uh... what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What does that have to do with us?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gordon lit the cigar in his mouth, exhaling a cloud of acrid smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kid, this isn't my first day in business. That guy got greedy and ended up with mana overload. That’s all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But what if the White Tower folks investigate further?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ugh... Bart, you idiot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chuckling softly, Gordon posed a question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you even know who hired us to hand over that potion to him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, the guy was wearing a hooded robe. How could I know?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s why you’re useless.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait, are you saying you know who it was, boss?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t. And I don’t need to.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huff...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After another puff of smoke, Gordon smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I do know where he’s from. That guy’s a mage from the White Tower.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What!? Are you serious?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bart's shocked reaction was met with Gordon’s chuckle and a gesture to lower his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He could fool anyone, but not me. When I took the payment, I saw him wearing the White Tower’s ring.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wow, impressive. I didn’t notice a thing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s the difference between you and me, kid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Gordon was about to boast further about his keen observation, an unfamiliar voice interrupted their conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If he was really from the White Tower, he wouldn’t have made it so obvious. He’s not an idiot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who’s there?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both men turned toward the window, and Gordon’s expression darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You... Oscar Crucian? I heard you were on death’s door.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Almost. But I pulled through.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amused, Gordon leaned back into his chair and asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, what brings you here? You’re still not fully recovered, are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was curious about the conversation you two were having.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tsk. If you had pretended not to hear, I might’ve spared you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that their attempt to assassinate a White Tower mage had been exposed, there was no letting him go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had to settle this here and now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gordon waved his hand dismissively, as if swatting a fly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, boss!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the command, Bart drew his sword and charged without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...No hesitation when killing someone, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can’t survive in this cutthroat world if you hesitate!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar’s gaze grew cold and sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Alright, this actually makes it easier.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the opponent was just a lowlife thug, he didn’t need to hold back either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wind Shield.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pfft!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite being wary of Oscar’s magic, Bart couldn’t help but laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of launching an attack to fend off his charge, he cast a defensive spell?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The sheltered 1st-level mage clearly doesn’t know any better.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bart assumed his opponent was too scared to act decisively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, the fight was as good as over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was confident his strength could shatter that shield and cut through the body behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Bart’s sword descended like a bolt of lightning, Oscar’s Wind Shield tilted at an angle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the—!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angle was so precise it sent chills down Bart’s spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It maintained the force of his attack but subtly altered its trajectory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword veered off course and lodged itself into the window frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bart’s heart sank momentarily, but his years of experience in the underworld kicked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The distance is already closed. A 1st-level mage can be beaten to death with bare hands.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Bart let go of his sword and threw a punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wind Cutter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anticipating this, Bart swiftly pulled his free hand to guard his neck and heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Wind Cutter was a potent spell, but it couldn’t inflict deep wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s also limited to a linear trajectory, making its path predictable.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His defense should only result in minor cuts at worst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confident, Bart aimed a blow at Oscar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Wind Cutter suddenly coiled like a snake, climbing Bart’s arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It reached his shoulder and slashed the back of his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ack!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instinctively, Bart reached back to clutch the wound, leaving his throat exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wind Cutter seized the opening, carving a crimson line across his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gurgle, gurgle...!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood spurted like a fountain as Bart staggered backward before collapsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t rise again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bart!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gordon leapt from his seat, spitting curses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You bastard!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rummaged through a drawer and pulled out something, aiming it at Oscar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang! Bang, bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three gunshots rang out, and Gordon panted, catching his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huff, huff. That’ll teach you to mess with me...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is interesting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar observed the bullets hovering before him, held back by his Wind Shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The speed and destructive power were impressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his shield had been even slightly delayed, his head would’ve been blown apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No magic involved, yet such force... How does this work?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You stopped my bullets?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gordon’s eyes widened, disbelief spreading across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bullets? So that’s what these are called?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ranged weapon, seemingly easier to handle than a bow and capable of killing without magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world had changed a lot in 20 years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intrigued, Oscar muttered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll study this later. For now, let me return your bullets.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A powerful gust of wind sent the bullets back to their owner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aaargh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gordon collapsed as his collarbone, hand, and thigh were pierced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar strolled to the desk, sinking into the plush chair and crossing his legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now, about that conversation you were having with the corpse earlier. Care to continue?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heh... Got cash? That’s some pricey information.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gordon grinned, a gleam of malice in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was clearly banking on reinforcements, confident his men would have heard the gunshots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar, seeing through his thoughts, offered some advice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your men aren’t coming. I’ve blocked the sound.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You can use 『Silence』?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not quite.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence was a spell usually mastered by 5th-level mages or higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his current 1st-level state, it was beyond his reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What I used is 『Sound Binding』. It’s just holding back the noise for a while.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What an absurd boast.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd never even heard of such magic existing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Believe it or not, that's up to you. But I'd appreciate it if you answered my question.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What if I refuse?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your pride is more important than your life, huh? Not a bad choice.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Clara]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, with guts like that, it makes sense he'd be running things in the back alleys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar shrugged his shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then grit your teeth and tough it out. It's the path you chose, after all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tough out what—mmpf! Mmph!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar pried open Gordon's mouth with a rough hand and let a stream of wind flow inside. Moments later, the room was filled with an ear-piercing scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aaaaaahhh! Gaaaahhh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gordon flailed like a fish out of water. It must have felt like thousands of needles tearing through his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was, without a doubt, a type of pain he'd never experienced in his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't like torture much, either.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It makes my ears ring afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar covered his ears with both hands and made a plea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So please, open your mouth as quickly as possible. I really mean it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ugh... Ughhh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears, snot, and drool streamed from Gordon's face as he grabbed onto Oscar's shoes after barely ten seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fear-filled eyes brimmed with regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"P-please... I'll tell you everything...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar snapped his fingers, halting the torture, and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me everything you know about the client.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haah... Haaah...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After catching his breath, Gordon stammered in a trembling voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They... they suddenly showed up, gave me a large sum of money and a vial of elixir, and told me to sell it to you for cheap! They said you wouldn’t be able to resist...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What did they look like?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They were wearing a deep hood, so I couldn’t see their face... but, as I said, they were wearing a ring from the White Tower.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've heard enough about the ring.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was likely just a cheap trick to deceive this guy, anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, and the smell! They had a distinct scent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A scent?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Y-yes! A crisp peppermint fragrance that was sharp enough to clear my head, but that’s all I know...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, a disposable errand boy who wasn't told much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So, all I got was a peppermint scent.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But perfumes like that are a dime a dozen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, there must be even more varieties now than in the past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it might even be another smokescreen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting out a sigh, Oscar asked another question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One thing I don’t understand—how were you planning to deal with the aftermath if you killed me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, with the White Tower busy dealing with their potential expulsion from the Four Great Towers, I thought the investigation might be lax...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait. What’s this about expulsion?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar’s eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Four Great Towers expulsion issue?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"S-surely you know more about it than I do, Oscar.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t. After taking the elixir I bought from you, I lost most of my memories.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that blatant lie, Gordon flinched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I sincerely apologize. I’ve committed a grave sin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Save your apologies. Explain it in detail.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I kept the related documents in the safe under the desk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then open it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Gordon unlocked the safe, Oscar retrieved a pouch of money and a few documents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each was labeled: Ledger, White Tower, and Oscar Crussian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Let’s start with the White Tower document.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rustle, rustle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes skimmed quickly over the densely packed pages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[White Tower records worst performance among all towers last year.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Twenty years after losing everything, the White Tower still awaits a new wind of change.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Imperial statement: A major announcement concerning the White Tower will be made at this year’s White Night Festival.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Experts identify failed business ventures and lack of high-level magic as the White Tower’s biggest problems.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar's hand paused mid-turn, utterly perplexed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Why doesn’t the White Tower have high-level magic?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew the demons had attacked and burned most of the White Tower’s archives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he'd left measures in place for such an event.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…Could Edna have betrayed me?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She, the Observer of the World and Mediator of Balance, was entrusted with everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d even instructed her to pass it all on to the future head of the White Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘No, she wouldn’t betray me. She has no reason to.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deciding to investigate that matter separately, Oscar turned to the next page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The Great Emperor’s death on April 28 was declared a national holiday, White Night Day. The Emperor honored Archmage Oscar Sage’s sacrifice with an unprecedented gift—30 years of tax exemption for the White Tower.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Yet the White Tower’s decline began from an entirely unexpected source. While other towers thrived in business ventures after the war, the White Tower alone lagged behind and became obsolete.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Business? What does that even mean?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar pointed to the line and looked at Gordon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When they say business here, do they mean potion sales?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That doesn’t even count as a business anymore. It’s the bare minimum for any tower.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Then tell me what kind of business the Four Great Towers are running.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearing his throat, Gordon began to explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Golden Tower, masters of lightning, ushered in the era of magical engineering. Thanks to that, they’re rolling in money.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Magical engineering—that means streetlights and cars, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, magical engineering was the Golden Tower’s domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I knew it. Even in my past life, they kept bragging about magical engineering and technological revolutions.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who’d have thought it would actually happen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never imagined the field would advance so much in 20 years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...If he had, he would’ve invested his entire fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swallowing his regret, Oscar asked the next question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What about the Blue Tower?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’re more diverse. Their main ventures are water distribution, agricultural support, and potion sales.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You just said potions don’t count as a business.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s different for the Blue Tower. They dominate the potion industry, almost monopolizing the market.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...They’re the top dogs in potions?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar's face soured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty years ago, the White Tower ruled the potion market.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, most of their recipes were lost in the fire, but it still stung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s this water distribution and agricultural support about?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They sell clean water at high prices and make it rain in drought-stricken areas.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...They’ll do anything for a bit of coin, won’t they?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is why you can’t trust those shallow Blue Tower types.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clicking his tongue, Oscar frowned at another thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But people actually buy this so-called clean water?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, absolutely. These days, anyone with money drinks nothing else.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it him who was strange, or the world that had lost its way?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaking his head, he moved on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Red Tower must be focused on combat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, they’ve integrated with the military. They handle all monster subjugation operations.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now understanding the other towers’ business models, Oscar asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine. So what’s the White Tower’s business? Selling fresh air?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ha... Ha.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gordon let out an awkward laugh at the dry joke before answering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Delivery. The White Tower’s main business is delivery.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he mishear?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Clara]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>",2277,"2026-06-05T20:00:10.509Z",1,"novelbin.me","d349a7b4709db8ee5f793e3d92b385bb7d11beaac6dbf66894e1fa78e302b52b","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-4","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-2",375,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-cover.jpg"]