The noon is getting late. But the fog that has previously limited visibility is now dispelled by the wind blowing from the Migrath Bay. Dean is now starting to be able to see the beauty of the backyard of that villa. It looks neat and well maintained, a clear testament of a painstaking gardener.That deadly fight now ends with warm tea and a relaxed chat on the patio at the back of the villa. Dean sits accompanied by the old man who he used to think was just a street beggar. And that man named Dastan is still there, sitting a little further away on another building pillar, still observing Dean with an intense gaze.“So, old man! You are working here in the museum as a gardener? I thought you were just a homeless beggar,” utters Dean with an awkward smile.“I can’t say that I’m working here. They’ve been letting me stay here for two years. So I take this place as a home, and help to maintain it,” explains that old man by the name Camran Garriov.​“Two years? Then, what were you doing i

That wild motorbike isn't the only thing Dean spends his money on. He has also bought a one-story middle class house measuring 9x6 meters on a 132 square meter plot of land at the foot of a hill.The location is only 5 minutes from Starlight Street which is on the outskirts of Taernsby Town. With less than 8 million Estol, he was able to get that simple house with 3 rooms. However, what Dean really needs is the basement, and the condition which is quite solitary without any neighbors.“So where were we?” asks Dean as he gets back to a chair, sitting right in front of a specter which is now tied to a pole with enchanted 7 colors ropes.In that basement, accompanied by Sara and Daniela, Dean interrogates a specter which had been approaching Monica's house. He emptied the basement beforehand, so that he can freely carry out the interrogation.But that male specter doesn’t respond at all. The light in his eyes is dim, with his head drooping like someone who is sleepy.“Is he sleeping?” as

Dean leaves his motorbike keys with Sara. Immediately, Sara's face looks so excited to receive the keys.“I can take the motorbike to campus, right?”“Sure! Just don’t forget to check on Monica’s house later!”“Cool!”“And don’t create any trouble on the ride,” Dean warns her before leaving the house.But Sara just smiles without saying anything. She has been dreaming of riding such a superbike for a long time. Her head is now full with anticipation, with a serious intention to go full throttle with the bike.Only Mary and Daniela go to accompany Dean to Klosa, Edral Province, where the tournament is going to be held. And Sara, as soon as Mary’s car disappears from her sight, she immediately goes for a test drive with Dean’s new bike on the hill road.There is a Colosseum left by the Cresta Kingdom on the western side of the Edral province. Since the fall of the Cresta kingdom, the colosseum has been converted into an amphitheater, and is always busy with visitors every week.The site

He sees Gale Nicholson as a role model, because that man is the one who discovered his talent and accepted him under his wings. Since then, Prof. Nicholson has never recognized other talents so far. But now, Prof. Nicholson actually recognizes Dean Morton’s talent, the guy who recently humiliated him. As his hatred and jealousy grow, he begins to feel a burning sensation in the cut on his right earlobe. The hatred grows so big, that he doesn’t care if he will accidentally kill Dean during the tournament. “No!” He shakes his head before taking his leave. “I have to crush that guy in front of Nicholson’s eyes. I don't care if I have to kill him.” A murmur occurs from the people around him, as if something has caught their attention. Luke Hawkins turns around, and finds the tournament organizer showing off three artifacts that will be the prizes of the tournament. “Apart from 10 million Estol, the winner is also entitled to get one of these three artifact items. And the first artifac

Not only combustion, the explosion also knocks Dean away, making him slide on the ground a few meters.  “How?” He looks confused as he slides away. “I didn’t see him chanting any spell. This is not like what Mary told me.”  He is busy patting his chest, extinguishing the small flame that is burning on his robe. But Luke doesn’t give Dean any room to recollect himself by immediately follows his previous attack.  Some mages in the audience also seem a little confused. It’s not a matter of Luke not chanting any spells. After all, they can’t possibly hear him from a distance anyway.  But the problem is, Luke used combustion attacks directly with his hands, from close range, which of course would also injure his own hand.  “Is his hand okay?”  “He must be using special