The moment he entered, he could already feel the dense mana filling the air. Of course, he couldn't really sense mana, but he felt the coldness within the room and assumed that it was the mana…
Soon, dozens of apprentices, all wearing simple blue robes, were walking through the halls carrying scrolls and crystal rods. Some were chatting about spell rune models, others were discussing alchemical breakthroughs.
It was a place for real mages, and Rayven knew he wasn't one of them.
Still, he didn't come here to prove anything today.
He approached the reception counter quietly.
The lady behind it, a young woman with long black hair tied behind her head, greeted him with a polite smile. Although he doesn't look like a mage in his clothes, he still looked respectable with his coat.
"Good morning, sir. How may I help you today?"
