In the stables of Iowa Town, Landen kept watch beside Blaze's cocoon shell. As he listened to Redbird, Lannia, and the others continue their reports, he helped Kaiyi clean up the Black-Scaled Horses nearby.
With several hundred Black-Scaled Horses gathered in one stable, the smell and hygiene inside could very easily slide downhill. Landen, however, had enough mana to keep the area around him forever in a state of high air pressure.
A slow, cool breeze from the skylight overhead spread outward around him. The hair shed by the herd, their dead skin, and even mosquitoes and insects were all swept into the air by the wind element and reduced to ash.
Closest to Landen and Blaze were the newly advanced intermediate Black-Scaled Horses. They obediently knelt around Landen. If Landen grew tired, he would randomly lean against one of them to rest, and the fire-element Magic Patterns on the Black-Scaled Horse's belly would radiate a gentle warmth.
Outside the intermediate ones were even more primary warhorses and level-0 warhorses. The low earthen walls inside the stable kept a certain distance between them and Landen and Blaze at the center, while the wind-element Magic Patterns on the walls ensured that the noise made by more than a hundred warhorses would not disturb Landen's rest.
Over the past two days, aside from a trip to the Imperial Capital in the morning, Landen had spent as much time as possible in Iowa with Blaze in the cocoon. Even when the four hundred children from the Imperial Capital and several dozen assisting mages and Knights arrived at Night-Kirin City in the afternoon, Hark had merely received them on his behalf. Landen had only delivered a batch of supplies entrusted to him by Cromwell to Iowa.
Because of this, Redbird, Gleia, and Yavenni had