Chapter 139
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Caster walked briskly toward his destination, his long coat billowing slightly in the cool breeze. Beneath the coat, several spatial bags hung from his belt, hidden from view. As he looked around the city he had called home for so many years, a wave of nostalgia washed over him.

Looking at the familiar streets, he whispered to himself, “This place really has changed.” “Well, then again I have.”

This was the place that had been his training ground for Magesmithing – he had learned everything by
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