'Random teleportation anytime?'
Aaron, who was originally a bit envious, had no interest at this moment.
'If there are no seals to counteract the negative effects, or special methods to deal with them, wouldn't the castle owner suffer too much? They might be buried deep in the ground at any moment, or thrown into the sky, or even tossed into walls, tree branches, or even a smelting furnace of a steel factory?'
'Mmm, the castle owner's survival ability must be very strong!'
He walked out of the passage and into the castle hall.
The huge crystal glass chandelier hung down, radiating a colorful glow.
On the walls of the hall, there were surprisingly warrants similar to those at the Hunter's Bar before.
'These are... wanted criminals of the Hidden World?'
'It does look the same as those at the Hunter's Bar.'
Aaron looked up and saw the portrait of a criminal.
