One week later.
Unable to control the smile on his face, Norcet was in the process of teleporting to the stadium where the historic Olympics would be held.
"How much more time?"
As his son asked this question beside him voicing the query in his own mind, he looked at the mage who seemed tired due to the many teleportations so far.
They had spent the past few weeks touring the continent and spreading the word about the Olympics as much as possible. In that process, his son had been exposed to many new cultures and sights, opening his mind and making him more interested in getting into the same trade as his father. Norcet had been very happy with this, and he rejoiced even now that he had made the correct decision to bring his son along on the journey.
