The name of the wizard gathering place is Sunset.

Sunset Wizard Gathering Place, a very beautiful name.

At the entrance of the wizard gathering place, Morin was wearing a black cloak and standing quietly. From a distance, he looked like a silent black shadow.

Quack, quack, quack.

A black crow flapped its wings and landed on the stone pillar in front. The black crow tilted its head, looked at Morin, and said, "Foreign wizard, do you want to enter the Sunset Wizard Gathering Place? Please pay a fee of fifty magic stones, otherwise you cannot enter."

Morin didn't say anything. He turned his head and looked at the black crow. Then his body blurred and slowly disappeared in the air.

The black crow stood on the stone pillar in a daze. Countless tiny metal gears appeared in its eyes, constantly turning, and pointers ticking. A faint red light shone through, as if it was thinking carefully about something. In the end, the black crow still discovered nothing, and just stood blankly on the stone pillar.

It is just a creation of a wizard apprentice level, while Morin is a third-level third-order wizard. The difference between the two is simply like the difference between heaven and earth, and they cannot be compared at all. It would be a strange thing if this black crow could detect and find Morin.

"What a strange gathering place for wizards."

Morin walked into the wizard gathering place. He looked around with a look of surprise and admiration on his face.

There was a dim setting sun in the sky above the wizards’ gathering place, and blurry light was spilling out, as if it was the most beautiful dim sun.

This place has been solidified by witchcraft, it is always sunset and will never set.

“It’s so beautiful.”

Morin sighed and walked slowly nearby. Finally, he came to the largest auction house in Sunset Wizard Gathering.

After looking up, Morin walked inside.

An auction is about to be held here, and the materials he needs will be found at the auction, so this time, Morin went in to look for the materials he needed.

The auction was held very enthusiastically. Before long, the material that Morin needed was put on the auction table.

"This is the Wandering Sand Gold. The starting price is 5,000 magic stones. Each bid must be no less than 500 magic stones!"

The auctioneer was a polite and elegant middle-aged man. He smiled and said this.

The bidding was very enthusiastic, but in the end, it was still Morin who made the bid and bought the lost gold.

After all, the only ones who can compare with Morin in wealth are those who are at the fourth level of truth, or even above the fourth level of truth. Other wizards are not qualified at all, and there are very few people with the fourth level of truth. Therefore, Morin was able to bid for the wandering gold in this way.

Of course, it doesn’t matter if he can’t take the photo. For the sake of his new sky city, Morin doesn’t mind playing the role of a killer and robber.

After all, the law of the jungle is the truth in the wizarding world.

"Huh?"

When Morin followed the waiter and took out the lost gold from the sand, he suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

Because he actually saw several warlocks with the Eye of Bermuda.

Bermuda Eyes.

This is a very familiar warlock heritage.

Unexpectedly, he could meet the warlock of the Eye of Bermuda in the Arctic Sea. Morin felt a little surprised.

The warlocks from the Eye of Bermuda also spotted Morin. They gathered together, as if discussing something in a low voice. Finally, a tall and handsome warlock came over. He came to Morin, bowed slightly to him, and said, "Respected wizard, hello, we are warlocks from the Eye of Bermuda."

Morin performed the etiquette between wizards towards the warlock and said nothing.

"Well, respected wizard, I wonder if we can invite you to come with us?" The young warlock smiled and said, "We are about to go to the next large gathering place for wizards. If we can go together, then I think we will definitely have a very pleasant journey."

Having said that, the young warlock bowed to Morin again.

Invite us to move forward together.

Morin looked at the polite-looking young warlock in front of him, then looked at the waiting warlocks beside him, with a hint of a smile on his face.

"Would you like to travel together? Sure. I'd be honored to travel with the warlock of the Eye of Bermuda."

The smile on Morin's face became more obvious and warm. He raised the corners of his mouth and said this.