"If I'm not mistaken, you are an Advanced Wizard Apprentice, so you may need to fly down on your own."
The wizard in the white robe took a gray cloth bag from his waist.
"Of course, to show our apologies, we will refund you fifty Magic Stones."
The Royal Capital of the Holy Flame Kingdom, Lane, had also fallen?
Colin felt a sinking feeling in his heart as he took the Magic Stones.
But hurrying was of no use at this moment. He gently exhaled and asked,
"Why does a Wizard creation, the Flying Airship, need to avoid mundane wars?"
Hearing this, the wizard in the white robe smiled meaningfully and said,
"Do you not know, sir? The Supreme Council has decreed that Wizards may not intervene in mortal conflicts."
"That's true," Colin replied, his expression unchanging. "Don't misunderstand me. I'm just here to visit an old friend in the Holy Flame Kingdom."
