Throne of Magical Arcana
"A falling star has brought the chaos. The throne of fate has lost its master. The nonbeliever who walks in light and darkness will make his debut." In this magic world, knowledge is power.
Wasting Each Other's Time
Translator: _Leo_ Editor: Vermillion
Dragon Root Inn, inside a large room that was temporarily outfitted as a magic lab.
"Mr. Evans, these are the two level three divine spells you asked for, the ‘Growing Brambles’ and the ‘Harvest Spring’," Iristine spoke in a cold tone. She handed two pieces of a dried yellow paper over to Lucien. The paper looked old but elegant.
The elf paper was made of the elven tree bark that naturally dropped to the ground. It was a specialty of the elves and the elven paper was one of the best materials for high-level magic scrolls.
The two druids were part of the Nature Rebellion Sect and they were members of the Elf’s Royal Palace. "Bumpkin" Lucien was quite surprised to see them using expensive materials as if it was nothing.