Bab 628: Once again, mysterious places underground are not an amusement park

The two hours Tsalinade promised ended at the end of our afternoon tea, and Heraz came to deliver the teleportation scrolls on a silver platter.

Where he got that silver plater, I had no idea. He even dressed like a butler, truly your average master spy.

I checked the spell once more to see if she input the calculation for the people using the scroll correctly, and checked for any sneaky spell. While I wouldn't be able to notice any complicated trick, I could at least check for the basic and the important circuits according to what Eruha and Lesta taught me.

After all, I hadn't completely trusted Tsalinade yet.

Thankfully, these scrolls seemed legit. If Tsalinade put anything, it would have to be woven intricately so that only a master spellmaker like Uncle Sol could notice. If she managed to do that...kudos to her, I guessed?