Chapter 123: Name ?
The sun was burning my face and I was walking in Arcadia City.
The cobblestone streets shone with a thin layer of golden dust, gravel, impregnable with mana, which made the city vibrate during the day.
The typical bustle of the capital engulfed me; street sellers shouted in the background of the mana-car stream, selling roasted wings of wyverns, as well as magical scrolls that would, they said, enhance your attractiveness by thirty percent.
Two guards in shining blue armor walked by, their halberds shimmering faintly with runic wards.
A team of first-year adventurers was crowded around a bulletin board, debating a new dungeon posting. It was raving, noisy, alive--a world much farther away than the stifling courtesy of the Academy.
I pulled my collar and proceeded towards the town square.
