The stinky Warlock, get out of stefnsan

"What? They don't want to get off the ship?"

On the dock of the stefnsan floating port, the bald mage who was leading the group had an ugly expression. He was wearing a dark red robe, with a badge engraved with a hexagram and arcane light on his chest.

In stefnsan, this was the symbol of the school of evocation.

"Those damn White Tower guards, they actually tried to interfere and delay lady ansuri's marriage!"

The bald wizard made up his mind and ordered coldly, " who stopped the Queen from landing? "

"Fire them all!"

Queen, send another signal ... Forget it, I'll go and visit him personally. That way, I'll show my sincerity."

The dock area was in chaos. Soon, a group of red-robed mages took the workers away for investigation.

This situation naturally fell into the eyes of some people.

In the White Tower that reached the clouds.

"Detestable! Roger, a mere eight-leaf cultivator, dares to challenge you!"