The Horse Tower is a magical cradle built by wizards and a magical golden tower. Even in the age of drug inventions and crude magic before the invention of psychology, even in the age of wizard oppression, the tower has followed a rhythm and reached today.
The tower is magnificent and the prestige of the tower shines brightly from the north to the south. When there is light, shadows twist. It was also common for wizards to come to rely on the name of the steeple.
He was a third-generation wizard in the mountains, at best a second-generation wizard, and it was his job to meet the kinds of wizards who came to the tower and demanded various things, knowing that that was all there was in the world.
‘I didn’t want to be around lately. Hello again.’
The man glances up and down Fei’s clothing with his cold eyes. The eyes didn’t look good. However, his eyes immediately disappeared, and a ritualistic smile came to his face.
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