Whenever he left his little haven, these events were inevitably encountered.
Hill understood that, compared to the ordinary mages, he had a higher starting point and a stronger identity, already encountering far fewer disgusting incidents.
However, Hill, who had enjoyed several years of tranquility, was still somewhat vexed; elements and magical beasts were truly much more endearing.
Cohen soared through the sky while Hill leaned by the window, watching the large bonfires lit by the Undead Tribe below the mountain.
The lively, fire-surrounded rally of the Undead Tribe battling through the night brought a smile to Hill's face.
Did they think dealing with the Undead Tribe and barging in would be easy?
They did not know how cautious and conscientious Hill was in handling his affairs.
William did not allow them to interact with the Undead Tribe, but not to protect the Undead Tribe!
