Azterlan's Trouble

There was no doubt that the White-robed Mage who had just lectured a child was Azterlan, master of White Stone City. Perhaps many would find it absurd and laughable for a dignified Legendary professional to take to the streets and teach an ordinary child not to snatch things from others. But for many Legendary Mages of the Hermit faction, such acts of "experiencing life" were perfectly commonplace.

To them, occasionally setting aside their status and wandering through streets and alleys was an entertaining change of pace. This playful way of living also helped ease the emptiness left by lost ambition and the monotony brought by long years of magical experiments.

Azterlan also enjoyed walking the streets, feeling like a mysterious wanderer who came and went like the wind. In fact, his favorite pastime was sampling street food while aimlessly strolling through his own White Stone City. He enjoyed this peaceful, orderly environment, and he enjoyed even more the sense of accomplishment that came from guiding others toward goodness.

But today, this Legendary spellcaster had arrived beside this unremarkable street early in the morning not to wander about, much less to lecture some mischievous brat. What had truly drawn him here now... was clearly these plush rabbit dolls that had appeared overnight at every intersection throughout White Stone City.

No, they should have been called Alchemical Golems wearing plush rabbit disguises!

Perhaps these rabbit golems, each wearing a guileless smile, possessed neither combat power nor destructive capability. Strictly speaking, they were merely low-grade "magical toys" that did not even reach Journeyman Level. But once Azterlan knew who had made them, he did not dare underestimate them in the slightest.

These low-level golems had been personally crafted by a Level twenty-six Legendary Mage. Even those magic wands that seemed to be nothing