"So this is a residence that has a lot of magical energy in its ground as you said?"
Abbertus nodded. He rested his elbow on the small depression in the center of the carriage. The depression stretched from one end to the other. "But the man who owns it is very difficult to approach. He keeps his distance when he knows nothing about me!"
The person Abbertus was talking to looked young. He was around 18 or 19 years old. His body was muscular and his skin was clear. His eyes were sharp and shone mischievously. Anyone who looked into the depths of his eyes would sink to the bottom of the intoxicating blue bay.
"What about my coming to this kingdom, has there been official permission from the king?"
"The king has given verbal permission, but the written permission is still in process. The King seems to be reluctant to accept outsiders since the attack on the Crown Prince!"
"It's a pity that the attack failed!" The young man grinned.
