I Became a Magic Tower Owner Who Couldn’t Use Magic

There is a rumor passed down from the distant past in the Bavarian cemetery.

The first and strongest blood wizard.

Deep in the graveyard where Count Vladimir, the hero who created a new form of magic called the blood wizard, was buried, lay the blood wizard’s treasure he left behind.

It could only be a rumor that would make blood wizards drool.

but…

“Hey… Just don’t do it. Anyway, what are those old people going to do to monitor anything? Anyway, everyone else who came here besides us would think the same way.”

At those words, the man who had been digging hard with a shovel wiped away his sweat and looked around.

It wasn’t wrong, seeing as most people were lazy and didn’t dig the ground.

“But if we find the treasure, our Blood Magic Tower will be able to soar… The elders told me to find it.”

“Wow… Do you still believe the rumors? I’ve been digging here for several months now and I can’t even find a snout… !”

For the lay mages who made up most of the magic tower, it was a death experience.

I couldn’t deny that I wished the rumors were false.

Whatever it was, there was no change in the fact that in the end, those who made up the lowest level of the Magic Tower had to step forward and dig up the graveyard themselves.

furthermore…

“I can’t even go into the village anymore. Every time we go in, the eyes looking at us are unusual… ”

“That’s… That’s right… ”

Although it was difficult to obtain permission, wizards from a foreign country were digging up the village cemetery where the dead were laid to rest.