Late Autumn Moon, the Mage Tower of the red-robed man.
Prince Kaos used the light of the primary crystal to flip through an ancient Spellcaster’s notebook.
It was midnight now. He had been in the Mage Tower of the red-robed man for almost two weeks.
During this period, Prince Kaos absorbed all the useful knowledge for himself, in order to obtain an absolutely excellent result in the trial of the sage.
A portion of Nolan’s energy had been stored in the teleportation portal to the country of steel. Prince Kaos was basically certain that his mother would personally come to the trial site.
“As expected of the notes of the past sage. It’s too complicated.”
Prince Kaos rubbed the space between his eyebrows. Sleepiness was already echoing in his mind, reminding him that it was time to rest.