Don't Invasion An Inch of Rolling Stone Town!

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Outside the dense treehouse, Henry cautiously approached alone, having left his apprentice outside the farm.

"What kind of magic armor was employed to suddenly foster such a magnificent dwelling in this barren land?"

Henry gazed at the scene before him, his eyes filled with envy.

He guessed that there must be high-level mages among this group of spellcasters, at least starting from Tier 5.

This guess made him somewhat uneasy internally.

Spellcasters have always been proud and solitary, especially the Advanced Wizards, who hate to be disturbed.

Approaching them directly was risky.

Yet, this was the best plan he could think of at the moment.

Without leveraging the influence of the Seven Saint Alliance, he could hardly imagine pressuring the wanderer and the bard during negotiations.

Henry's footsteps were not slow, but each step was heavy.

He had prepped his speech in his mind and thought through every conceivable argument.