Although the Faerun plane was ten thousand times the surface area of the sun in Punk's previous-life universe, a Legendary Mage could fly at Superluminal speeds. Moreover, having no interest in sightseeing after passing through the crystal wall, the caster who headed straight for his magic tower soon arrived at the long-deserted Hatak Central Plains.
However, when Punk descended, he discovered that a cluster of lavish tents had appeared in the middle of the wilderness before his magic tower. A large group of people who were obviously high nobles or powerful lords passed in and out through several crude, small-scale low-level teleportation gates. Directly opposite the tower's entrance, a large group of neatly dressed people appeared to have been kneeling on cushions for quite some time. The man at the very front, clad in a crimson robe and wearing a jeweled crown, was clearly the current Hatak King. Kneeling beside this fat middle-aged king was even a Master Level Mage.
"What is this? Why is a bunch of nobles holding a marketplace outside my magic tower?"
Frowning slightly as he lowered his altitude, Punk found this sudden group of "residents" rather strange in a vast plain that normally did not even have a single living creature.
After all, although he was indeed the ruler of the Hatak Imperial Nation, the busy Legendary Mage Whisper of Destruction had never met a single person from the Hatak Imperial Nation, apart from saying one sentence to a king over thirty thousand years ago. Every matter concerning nobles and politics had been tossed to the construct butler Sebastian to "handle as he saw fit." Probably no one in the entire Hatak Imperial Nation even knew what their Protector expert looked like.
But now... what were all these powerful nobles, whom Punk did not recognize