A Fright

Dole had seen everything inside clearly from outside. His behavior was already somewhat improper to begin with, and upon hearing those words, he nearly sprayed out a mouthful of nosebleed.

But on second thought, once wizards reached this realm, there was not much left for them to pursue. Nothing more than their own strength, family ideals, or inherited factions.

As for personal strength, they could simply proceed step by step. As for family ideals, the two of them came from great families and had long been instilled with countless family principles. As for inherited factions, there was no need to mention it—they bore that responsibility themselves. Whether willing or not, they had to repay their families.

They had both set their sights on his inheritance materials.

Naturally, Dole did not think they had set their sights on him. He was not handsome, after all. He merely had a little spare money.

The surrounding wizards were restless. After all, their two princesses had disappeared. But since Fire King Patriarch beside them had not spoken, they did not move either.

Layer after layer of magic rune formations within the wizard tower activated and gradually linked together. At first, four clearly distinct colors of light appeared outside. By the end, those four colors grew brighter and brighter. As the magic formations revolved, the four colors became like a pillar of soaring energy, spiraling as they condensed together.

The four colors became a rainbow hue, stretching like a long serpentine dragon as it shot into the sky.

The several-hundred-meter dragon surged upward, rising thousands of meters high. At this moment, the entire imperial capital saw that brilliant blaze of color.

After charging into the sky, the dragon turned its head and descended upon the wizard tower, pouring down like the Milky Way spilling from