BLEAT!
BLEAT!
Four First Order Spirit Sheep raised their heads, making strange bleating sounds, their hooves lifting off the ground as they pulled the carriage soaring into the sky.
Daniel controlled the Spirit Sheep to adjust their direction and turned to glance over.
"Carl."
"Opportunities to broaden one's horizons are rare, Knight, and there's no need to rush back. After all, even if things become chaotic, few would dare offend a Wizard from the Six Rings Tower."
"Right," Carl nodded. "The main issue is that I don't have many Magic Stones on hand. Staying here is pointless; I'm better off returning."
"Heh..." Daniel chuckled lightly. "True."
