Chapter 100 Clingy Peter

In the dead of night, the air of mage school was filled with the smell of fireworks.

It seemed that there was the pungent smell of burning firewood, which was faint but could be felt if someone sniffed it carefully.

In the deep black building on the southwest side of the school, the sound of beating iron could be heard from time to time. The closer they walked, the stronger the smell became.

Allen was familiar with the smell and had seen the scenes of the mage teachers who were forging red iron embryos there.

He admired those teachers who could make magic weapons. They could stand firmly under the high temperature. Without the support of the strong magic power, they couldn't be calm.

Allen threw the last apple into the air casually and looked around idly.

After a while, he appeared in front of his room and looked inside. The light was still on.

The shadow of the tree sprinkled on the window through the moonlight, shaking.