The North, the main city of Moldavia, the backyard of the liege's residence, fixed-point teleportation circle.
"Thank you."
After the faint dizziness resulted from going through a teleportation, Joshua stood solidly on the ground instead of standing on the softly loosened ice and snow. He turned around to look at the two Divine Armaments and his horse. Then he also looked at the back that carried a dragon egg and the huge bottle. He could not help but nod his head in satisfaction. Then he told the two young mages who were wearing white robes lined with silver next to him, "I did not expect you guys to have mastered fixed-point teleportation."
The tone of his voice carried a little surprise. "So young, and your 'Gift' is truly not bad at all. You should be proud of yourselves being Nostradamus' apprentices."
"I don't deserve the honor, my liege."
