"Before I leave, tell me that you are not using those portals for taking people around."
The stray magician approached the boy, pushing the margin of his hat up, he replied, "I dislike to let people use me. I am just a passenger who just witnesses people's story."
"Who else has such, power?"
"All magician jugglers who have the golden power. I only can make ports through Vita world if you think that I can contact the world, you are wrong. My cards work only in our lands."
Bo felt relief as he answered that question. Still, something was pinching him inwardly, pecking his brain. The fog was close and he had to leave before it passed.
Peeking at it, he asked, "How many of those jugglers are out there?"
"I don't know! But until now, I was the only one."
