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They had brought back quite a haul this time.

Yet the gold, silver, and jewels found in the underground ruins were the least remarkable part of it. Goria had no interest in even tallying them. After the [Elemental Furnace] had been dismantled and transported back, she and the Fallen Witch had devoted all their energy to studying it. According to their deductions, if the Elemental Furnace could supply enough energy to keep a city running, it could surely sustain the power supply needed to keep a Wizard Tower afloat.

Perhaps a Floating City was still beyond their reach, but a Floating Tower now seemed close at hand.

The two Northern Witches were frightening when caught up in their research frenzy. They had even impatiently driven Soren out. When it came to alchemy, Soren still had too many basic skills to learn, and staying there would hardly have helped. So, while he still had a little free time, he decided to take care of something he had long wanted to do.

Port Nyanzaru.

In the light of dawn, people gradually woke and began their work. Vendors called out in the streets, while the distant blacksmith's shop had long since begun ringing with the clang of hammering. Daily life in Port Nyanzaru had already settled into its own rhythm, with people peacefully working at sunrise and resting at sunset. Today, however, something seemed different along the streets. Many people could not help gathering around, craning their necks to look inside, their faces full of curiosity.

Wizards.

And beautiful witches, no less.

Naturally, Port Nyanzaru had more than just a handful of wizards. Only three, however, were prominent enough to be widely known: Lady Goria, the mistress of Port Nyanzaru; the mysterious masked witch, the Fallen Witch; and finally, Lord Saruman, the