As he watched Daniel's departing figure, Carl's expression was peculiar. If this were the Black Swamp, a Wizard Apprentice advancing to a Wizard would definitely be widely publicized. Now... why don't I feel anything?
Becoming a Wizard meant an advancement in life and an extension of lifespan. For Wizard Apprentices, these were crucial matters. Yet, to the Wizards of the Tower, they seemed quite normal. Perhaps they were simply too accustomed to such events to find them special.
Sigh! I thought there would be a grand banquet to celebrate, but it just passed like that.
Shaking his head, Carl closed the courtyard gate.
This was a courtyard not far from the Tower, with architecture somewhat resembling European styles from his memory.
The courtyard was not large, with a few unknown flowers planted in the corners, and the stone-paved ground was clean and tidy.
Clearly, it was often cleaned.
