A short half-month passed quickly.
One morning, a caravan slowly emerged along the road, and a cluster of buildings gradually came into view ahead.
In front of those buildings stood a middle-aged man in a pale red robe. He seemed to be waiting for someone.
When they drew near and saw the man, Amaro and Sikum hurriedly climbed down from their carriage and led the apprentices aboard toward him.
"Lord Aratus!"
They looked at the red-robed man before them with respect, their eyes full of apprehension.
"Mm, you're back." The middle-aged man named Aratus nodded impassively, then looked past them and frowned slightly. "Why are there so few this time?"
"Well..." At his words, Amaro and Sikum immediately grew nervous. They were about to explain when the red-robed man cut them off.
"Never mind. I'm only responsible for meeting you, not for these matters."
Aratus shook his head and looked at the apprentices behind them. "Welcome to Uraldo Academy. I hope you'll have a pleasant experience here over the next few years."
"For now, come with me."
With that, he turned and walked down the path behind him.
"Go on and follow him. We're no longer responsible for you from here."
Amaro shook his head as he spoke to the apprentices behind him.
The apprentices exchanged glances, then hurried after the red-robed man.
Among them, Arthur followed silently, occasionally observing his surroundings.
According to the Chip's observations in his mind, this area was filled with high-energy radiation. It was unlike anywhere else, clearly a place where wizards were often active.
For some reason, the weeds around them seemed to have all died, leaving only black soil. The land looked desolate and lifeless.
Across the vast stretch of land, the only things in sight were the buildings and the handful of