Raymond earnestly surveyed the top floor of the tower. It was true. The Magic cannons were installed on the top floor. They looked old fashioned compared to those used at the borders.
Canute did the same but didn't take long. He kept muddling over the thought lingering in his mind. There were many questions he wanted to know.
Why didn't the mages cooperate with each other? Why were the cannons old fashioned? Why didn't they take the initiative to fire them again? Why was the tenth floor considered as the top floor?
"This is truly amazing!" Raymond gasped in excitement.
"I sense something wrong around here and around this Jason guy." Canute glanced at Jason and Raymond. He took a deep breath.
"Hey, blue head. We are leaving." He called out to him.
As they headed down to the ground floor, Canute who could no longer remain quiet finally spoke up.
"Mister Jason. Are these all the floors that you showed us?"
"Yes," Jason replied.
Canute frowned to his reply but quickly switched to a smile when Jason turned around.
"Why do you ask?" Raymond broke the silence.
"N-nothing really. We are in a hurry so I needed to wind things here." Canute smiled awkwardly.
"Thank you for showing us around," Canute said. He took out a small bag of silvers.
"This may not be much. But please accept this as a small token of gratitude." He smiled.
Jason's eyes gleamed as he eagerly accepted the small bag of money.
"Thank you for coming here." the mage bowed deeply.
They left the tower. The weather outside was colder than the tower inside.
A chill went down his spine. The horses whined in the chilly weather. The sun refused to come out of those gloomy dark clouds. The wind started to blow.
"Alright, so now where?" Raymond asked getting on his horse.
"The next tower of course. But before that..." Canute's stomach growled loud enough to frighten the poor horse.
"Pfft! I get it. Let's stop by somewhere and grab something to eat." He chuckled pulling the harnesses.
It was already past lunchtime. They were out of the main City Square. After an hour's ride, they arrived at the small inn.
Raymond got off and tossed two silvers to a gruff man sitting near the inn.
"Set something for the horses," Raymond said. The man nodded obediently.
Then both of them entered the inn. It was warmer in here. Canute felt relieved. A waitress with dark hair and a bright smile approached them and asked for their order.