Adam ignored the many spells and mana-gathering techniques, including Pablo's, to focus on the archipelago's knowledge.
But a frown rapidly formed between his brows. It first appeared fifteen thousand years ago, led by a mysterious supreme sorcerer, unnamed and undescribed in the book, and subdivided into noble clans—nothing he didn't know or guessed.
'Come on, at least tell me about the leader's affinity.' With a grumble, he browsed the only interesting part: the clans.
Like orders but knowledge encompassing several elements, they supervised their youths' magical growth and ensured they abided by the archipelago's rules.
However, even that bit of general knowledge felt too little, too general. Did he waste his trip?
