Training Area, Lord's Castle.
Bultom Dungeon City
Cheverton Duchy
April 27th
Year 1052
While the high-level adventurers, soldiers, knights, paladins and mercenaries were busy chatting in the guild, Evan and a group of high-level senior mages, along with the Grand Mage Czac were all squatting on the floor of the training grounds, surrounding a large magic circle drawn on the floor.
The passing knights gave them weird gazes but went back to what they were doing, chalking it all up to mages doing their weird experiments.
They most definitely did not see their prime minister's son discussing weird terminologies with the mages, not they did not.
As for the prime minister's son in question, the boy was looking at the pseudo-world magic imitation that he and the mages were very close to completing, however, his mind was elsewhere.
'Levels aren't absolute, you know?'
