The Ice Ball, brimming with a chilling frost, smashed onto the ground with a "boom," a muffled sound. The already uneven path by the door now had a new shallow pit covered with frost.
"Don't you know that Forbidden Magic is not allowed in the city? Have you got no public spirit?!"
A wizard old man who happened to be passing by with a bucket of water was startled by the sudden noise, and he started to scold Ronan with a stern face.
But then, upon feeling the fluctuations of the spiritual power of a Level 5 Apprentice emanating from Ronan, his expression changed immediately and he hurriedly shut his mouth and scurried away.
"Oh... I forgot I'm not in the forest anymore."
Ronan also just remembered, slapping his forehead with his hand, then with a face full of annoyance and self-reproach, he stooped over the pit blasted by the Ice Ball Skill to dig out some ice fragments for washing his face.
