Nostradamus walked into the lounge with a sour face and a gentle sigh.
The robe he wore fluttered and flowed with blue light. The frost that covered the floor and the walls of the living hall instantly vaporized and vanished into thin air along with the fluttering of the robe. The tables and chairs, even the books that were blown away by the energy waves had been returned to their original places. After the entire living hall was restored, the old mage with white hair stared at Joshua as he started talking again, "It's been a while, Joshua. Where on earth did you hide yourself? We've not seen you for a long time. And you've missed the celebration as well. Not to mention that no one could get in contact with you at all…"
