It was the end of the late autumn season.
Herland and her best friend Sansa sat in a magic car and prepared to go to the yellow-clothed man’s Advanced Magic Academy, Crothill.
There were four magic academies in Nolan. Herland and Sansa were apprentices of the gray-clothed man’s Advanced Magic Academy, Rursk.
The reason why they went to crohill today was to have a simple academic exchange.
“Fortunately, today is a holiday.”
Herland looked at the street outside. She entered the magic net vault under the recommendation of Joshua.
This was an easy job that any poor-class spell caster could only dream of. Herland only needed to go to the vault in the afternoon to compile the information into the magic net system.
“Herland, the open competition of the Holy Spirit begins today.”
Sansa suddenly pulled on Herland’s clothes, causing Herland’s gaze to turn to the magic web interface beside Sansa.
“If you didn’t have work every day, I would have signed up directly.”
