Riding in his beloved little carriage, Mr. Hill made his way to the main city of Black Rose, a place forever free from traffic jams.
Of course, he was sitting inside the carriage, drinking a beverage, reading a book, and enjoying a very comfortable journey.
Mr. Hill had already learned how to create the Tower Spirit of an intermediate-level Magic Tower.
This thing had previously been useless; even if one successfully practiced with it, it could only be stored in a warehouse. After all, those truly capable of building Magic Towers were at least at the Archmage Level.
They would never use a core that couldn't withstand the power of a Magister.
Even if occasionally there were a few like Mr. Hill, who came from affluent families and started building Magic Towers early, they generally had powerful backers, and the Magic Tower cores were high-level goods given by their elders.
But now, Mr. Hill had found a good use for it.
