Clip-clop~ Clip-clop~
The sound of horse hooves rose from the streets.
A carriage with the emblem of the Crimson Mage Tower began to slowly drive out from the tower, heading towards the White Tower.
For the ordinary residents, a carriage bearing the flag of the Mage lords is considered to be a sacred object, not to be looked upon directly, and to be avoided, while to the Nobles, a Mage with powerful Magic Power is an enemy not to be provoked, and they wouldn't dare to conflict with one.
Hence, the carriage traveled smoothly along its way, with no one daring to interfere.
For the stores along the street, this scene had long become a familiar one.
The carriage from the Crimson Mage Tower would pass in front of their shops every three days, with the novelty wearing off after the first few times.
But today, the atmosphere seemed somewhat different.
Unnoticed by the passersby, a number of mysterious figures in black cloaks had suddenly appeared on the street.
