There are still several days before the annual festival begins, and Morin does not plan to stay in the room. He plans to go out and take a look.

After all, Taya City is one of the largest cities nearby. Wizards appear in front of people. As long as they are nobles, they know a little about wizards, but it's just more or less. In this case, there will naturally be no shortage of gathering points for wizards.

Simon and Eisen looked at Maureen with something very wrong. Margaret took Maureen to a court banquet, and the implication was not simple. This made Simon and Eisen feel an indescribable jealousy and a strong sense of crisis towards Maureen.

They just didn't express it directly.

Maureen didn't pay attention to Simon and Eisen. He released his perception and after a quick sense, he found a nearby wizard gathering point.

The wizard in charge of the contact was very arrogant. After glancing at Morin, he spoke directly, "You must be a new wizard. If you want to enter this wizard gathering point, you must pay two hundred magic stones first." But before he could finish his words, he was frightened after feeling the powerful aura of a third-level wizard emanating from Morin. He bowed to Morin, then respectfully invited Morin in without mentioning the matter of the magic stones at all.

The third-level wizard is the most powerful existence except for the fourth-level true meaning. In the wizarding world, the status of the third-level wizard is very high.

Morin withdrew his gaze and walked into the gathering place filled with gray fog ahead without saying anything.

After a while, Morin walked out of the wizard gathering place. There was no change in his expression, but his heart was filled with joy.

Yes, it is worthy of being called Taya City. The gathering place of wizards here is also extraordinary, and Morin has gained a lot from it.

The wizard gathering place was not far from the street, but it was relatively hidden. Morin came to the street and found that there was a circus performing in the square in front of him. He became interested and walked over to watch.

Halfway through, Morin suddenly saw a familiar figure.

It's Simon.

He did not have the cold look he had at Margaret's mansion. His facial expressions were rich and lively, and he was talking about something with someone next to him.

The man was wearing a standard witchcraft robe, which was refined and luxurious. There was a faint witchcraft fluctuation on the robe. It was obvious that there was extremely powerful witchcraft power in it.

"Tuge School." Morin frowned slightly.

He had seen the man in the wizard robe at a court banquet, so he could easily tell that the man was a wizard from the Tug School.

Morin's heart moved slightly, and a strange silver light appeared in his eyes. The Minai totem was looming in his eyes, as if it was invisible.

The voice of Simon's conversation with the man from the Tug School came clearly into his ears.

"Simon, you want to borrow a powerful high-energy potion and some witchcraft equipment, right? No way, I won't lend it to you, and my mentor won't allow it either."

"Please, Hogg, for the sake of our many years of friendship, don't forget that we once went through the most difficult stage of wizard apprenticeship together, and I gave you all my fifty magic stones when I was in the most difficult time." This was Simon's voice.

"I'm sorry, I can't do it, and I don't dare to do it. The instructor is confused by something right now, and I'm trembling with fear right now."

"I'm not sure what it is exactly..."

"You know, Simon, between our Tug School and the Seventh Prince Aisik... so... you understand, right..."

"Although our Tug School is not very strong, our heritage is very long and profound. I don't know what happened to the instructor recently. He has been looking for some deeds related to the legendary ancestor of wizards."

"Yes, that's the origin of witchcraft, the great being who used knowledge to move the world, the ancestor of wizards."

"There are also wizards who were once extremely powerful, but eventually disappeared in the long river of time."

"What exactly is it? How can the instructor tell me? I don't have the qualifications yet."

"My mentor gave me some tasks, asking me to unravel some strange totems and lines. They seemed to be the components of some incomplete rune formations, but I couldn't even understand them, so how could I unravel them?"

"Simon, you are very good at totem, heraldry, and witchcraft. So, how about you help me take a look?"

The man named Hogg seemed to be interested. He gestured with his hands and drew a strange witchcraft symbol in the air.

"I don't really understand these things either. Let me take a closer look..." Simon's somewhat confused voice came over. He didn't think about anything else for the time being.

Soon, they walked away.

Morin stood there, his expression indifferent, without the slightest ups and downs or changes.

"Chip, what's going on?" Morin asked in his mind.

"Ding, relevant information has been recorded!"

"It has been added to the database!"

The cold, mechanical sound of the chip rang in Morin's mind.

Maureen nodded slightly.

When the man from the Tug School named Hogg drew those rune lines casually, Morin had an idea and asked the chip to record everything.

When Morin looked at those things, he found them to be very strange. Even with his current knowledge, he felt that they were a mess and he had no idea where to start.

Maureen reached out his hand and gently patted his forehead.

He stopped a carriage, sat in it, told the address of Margaret's residence, then lay down on the soft couch in the carriage and began to slowly think about those things that seemed to have no clue.

The light in the carriage was dim, ambiguous and gloomy.

Morin didn't seem to be moving, but an ice-blue light curtain appeared in his eyes. On the light curtain, a series of data streams and various formulas and combinations flashed rapidly, like an icy waterfall.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped.

There was also a noise and a bustle outside.

"What's going on?" Morin frowned. He slowly opened his eyes, and the countless ice blue in his eyes slowly disappeared.

"Sir, I heard that a little girl escaped from the circus just now. The circus people are trying to catch her, and the city guards are also helping."

The driver's voice came in respectfully.

The little girl from the circus ran away, and the city guards were helping? Morin's expression was calm.

He opened the curtain of the carriage window and looked outside. Sure enough, there was a crowd of people outside who were shouting and cursing, as well as city guards who were frantically searching. Those city guards were even crazier than the people in the circus.

The carriage stopped where it was and several city guards came over. They were about to launch a large-scale search, but when they saw the warrant that Morin took out, they were stunned and stood there.

They apologized to Maureen, bowed and left.

Maureen put the warrant back. Margaret had given it to him when he entered the palace, so that Maureen could act conveniently without being disturbed.

After a while, things finally eased a little and the carriage left again.

The scenery outside the window keeps changing.

The coachman was driving the carriage, very seriously and meticulously. This was how he made a living.

Morin's lips moved slightly as he recited the spellcasting terms. A faint gray light flashed, and several witchcraft circles formed in his hands and then spread out.

Everything became quiet.

Morin smiled, walked to a corner of the carriage, squatted down, then stretched out his fingers and tapped lightly on the wooden board.

"Aren't you coming out yet?" Morin's voice was very soft.

No movement.

As if nothing happened.

Morin slowly stood up and stretched out his hand. The thick dark negative energy particles began to gather in his palm and became thicker and thicker.

After a brief silence, the air above the wooden board blurred and a figure appeared in the carriage.

It's a little girl.

"First... sir."

The little girl looked at the dark negative energy particles in Morin's hand and subconsciously took a few steps back until she stopped against the wall of the carriage.