“Is the portal to Nolan closed today?”
The eldest son of the count, alterk, stood at the teleportation node in the middle of Fort Orson. He saw the magic light emitted by the teleportation node slowly disappear.
“Yes, Lord Alterk.”
A spell caster who was responsible for managing the teleportation node walked up to alterk and said respectfully.
“Every time Nolan’s teleportation portal opens, it requires three to six months of charging. The next time it opens might be during the fallen leaf moon.”
“Isn’t that six months later? !”
The young eldest son had an anxious expression on his face as he paced back and forth at the teleportation node like his father.
“What happened to Lord Alterk recently?”
The five spell casters who managed the teleportation node were also servants of the Cruz family. They were very clear about the eldest son’s character.
