The streets of Beta Town are winding and the pedestrians walk with a twist in their step.
Zheng Qing's eyes sweep over the gradually brightening shop windows on the street, his thoughts fluttering. He always wants to say something to the beauties.
However, the permeating scent of violets seems to be under some magic spell, making his mind a complete mess.
On the other hand, the Xin Fat Man next to him is under no pressure as he keeps asking questions to the Gypsy witch:
"How many students did your witches group dispatch this time?"
"Eight, no, nine." Elena stretches out her fingers to count: "Including me, nine people in total."
"It's said that you stay in the wizard tower all day and don't interact with the outside world, so how do you collect daily necessities?"
"We are wizards!" The witch looked at Xin in surprise and added: "We all know magic."
