The ferry drew near the mausoleums surrounding the Abyssal River.
Wizard Warwick did not hesitate. He stepped directly onto this mausoleum city, crouched down, and leaned over the ground, looking at the rocks through a Focus Spell Monocle lens. "Just ordinary M-Type Magic Granite. That matches. During the Age of Stars, alchemy was far less developed than it is today."
"If the foundation materials of this ship-burial mausoleum complex were extremely high-grade magic materials, then this city must have been forged by later generations. Or it could have been a product of one of the later eras. But if it's made of this fine granite, then everything fits."
"This magic granite is a product of nature. Although exquisite, it's naturally formed. Its function is reliable, but mining it causes extreme environmental damage, so the White Wizard Association has restricted its extraction for a long time."
Wizard McKinley chuckled. "Then even if we dismantled this city and sold the M-Type Magic Granite as high-grade building material, it would still be worth quite a lot of money."
"M-type magic granite is now subject to restricted extraction. The annual output is limited."
The next moment, he saw Witch Shally and Wizard Warwick looking at him with gazes as sharp as knives.
Wizard McKinley hurriedly said, "I was joking."
"Everyone, I'm an archaeology professor too. How could I not know how precious historical records are? Hahaha... I was joking."
Under the murderous gazes of the other two, Wizard McKinley quickly raised his left hand and swore, "I swear on all my savings that I absolutely have no intention of dismantling this city and selling its M-Type Magic Granite."
"I won't joke around anymore."
Warwick snorted. "You really shouldn't joke around so carelessly."
Locke swept his gaze across the city. Its main structures were all