"Masters, since you're not from the Pur-cloud Imperial Capital, I really urge you to leave while you can. It's terrifying here! In just one short month, so many people have mysteriously disappeared—no one knows if they're dead or alive!" one of the soldiers warned. "If you end up getting haunted by those ghosts… Sigh…"
Dean Bruce shook his head. If this were his previous life, he might have felt fear in such a situation. But now, equipped with magic, how could he be afraid of ghosts?
Even if ghosts really existed, they would only be spiritual entities. There were countless spells designed to deal with spirits—he himself knew several. Why should he be afraid?
"Well then… I wish you the best of luck! Sirs, please take these documents. With these, you'll be able to move around the capital more freely, though to be honest, not many people care about such formalities anymore."
