As the mercenaries stepped into the lobby of the tower, they couldn't help but look around in awe.

The vast lobby was beautifully adorned with plants they had never seen before, and expensive-looking sculptures were placed throughout the space. It was hard to tell whether this was a mage's tower or the lavish estate of a noble.

Seeing the mercenaries gawking with their mouths wide open, Sylvain, the apprentice mage guarding the lobby, wrinkled his nose in disdain.

"Tch, what's this? A bunch of beggars dirtying the floor?"

It was a typical reaction from someone trained in the Crimson Tower.