The next morning, Velin got out of bed, looked at the unfamiliar canopy above him, then rolled over, closed his eyes, and went back to sleep.
No one was keeping an eye on him anyway. He could keep sleeping and get up when the sun was about to set in the afternoon.
In the laboratory, Duke Moravia had been about to stop his experiment when he saw that the room at the top of the tower remained still, so he continued with his work.
As for the people waiting in the Central Mage Tower's hall, they could not help feeling uneasy.
"Fifth Son, when is Father coming?" Casbert quietly approached Ankrol and asked in a low voice.
Ankrol wore a helpless expression as he replied softly, "Fourth Brother, you should ask Father that. How would I know?"
"Weren't you the one who told us to come? How could you not know?"
Looking at the imposing Imol, Ankrol said coldly, "Second Brother, if you can't wait, you can go back. But if Father blames you, that has nothing to do with me."
After letting out a cold snort, Imol said nothing more.
Fifth Son probably really did not know about this matter.
The four young men and women standing behind the three of them lowered their heads, admiring the patterns on the floor and not daring to join the elders' conversation.
Strictly speaking, their fathers had come to Kala Floating City because of them.
In that case, it was only reasonable for their fathers to vent their anger on them.
At that moment, the four of them could not help praying that their grandfather would arrive soon. For every minute of delay, their fathers' anger would grow by another measure, and they would be beaten even harder after returning home.
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