In Bologna, at the top of the Mage Tower that reached a kilometer high, Muria sat on a rattan chair, sipping tea, and toying with a somewhat comical clown mask. Through the crystal window, he admired the night view of the bustling city.
As it was his core city within his territory, Kaslana was not stingy with her wealth. She carried out massive infrastructure projects, such as crystal street lights and colorful fountains, that beautified every corner of the city with basic magic facilities.
So, when night fell, the city was as radiant as the modern metropolis in Muria's previous life, exhibiting a beautiful display of lights.
"So, it was this ugly mask that you used to unleash the Legendary Dragon Power!" Kaslana was sitting next to him, her cup full of tea looking like magma, her golden eyes curiously examining the Clown Royal mask in Muria's hand.
"Yes." Muria passed the mask to her, "If you don't believe it, you can try it on. It's an interesting item."
