The Undead Tribe was no different, constantly taking group photos without a break.
In this area, as the Black Robe Mage said, the right to fly had been granted. The mages of the Undead Tribe quickly discovered this and wanted to fly around here for a while, even if they were not taking pictures.
Hill deftly dodged several erratically flying members of the Undead Tribe, watching them as they collided with himself and others before crashing to the ground.
"Uncle Adrian," Hill couldn't help asking when he saw Adrian standing at the bow looking out, "Should we move down now? As long as people can live in the tower, that's fine, right?"
"The teacher gave me a high-level Alchemy Hut," Adrian hinted with his eyes at Hill, it was the one Fran had intended to give to himself for travel, but now he planned to use the one Hill had given.
