Deep within the Tin Saint School.
Here lay an old-fashioned ancient castle complex.
Gazing at the familiar mottled walls of the castle, Atbolde felt as if he had returned to the era of hundreds of years past.
Back then, Neustadt City's broad roads were not yet filled with steam locomotives billowing black smoke, nor were there serpentine railways stretching out like long snakes...and back then, he was still young.
Collecting his thoughts, Atbolde continued to advance toward the castle.
He had not forgotten the reason he had come here today... Lillian was still waiting for his good news.
Step by step, as he entered the castle, Atbolde's originally hunched back gradually straightened.
His already tall stature, bent over by age, grew even taller now!
The sunlight streaming in from the door behind him cast a giant black shadow on the grey marble floor.
