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Merlin and Lorinka remained in the Mission Hall, each meditating. About two hours later, a Gray-Robed Mage came before them and said blandly, "Come with me. Your mission party has enough people now."
Merlin and Lorinka rose and followed the Gray-Robed Mage forward.
"Are these the two?"
Merlin saw a male and female Spellcaster standing ahead. The male Spellcaster wore a pure white robe covered in mysterious runes. Only with spiritual power could one sense that the robe was already considered a casting tool.
Robes like that were only distributed free to official members after they advanced within the Dark Spirit Domain. However, this man's robe was clearly somewhat different from those issued to official members. He had most likely exchanged for it at the Tower of Myriad Phenomena.
Merlin had also looked at the casting tools in the Tower of Myriad Phenomena, but their prices were astonishingly high. Even a small casting tool cost dozens or hundreds of Contribution Points. The robe on this man alone had likely cost at least fifty to a hundred Contribution Points. It was extravagantly luxurious.
The white-robed mage turned to look at Merlin and Lorinka, and his brows furrowed slightly.
"Which mage tower are you from?"
The man asked with a faintly condescending expression.
Lorinka's expression remained unchanged, as though she had long grown accustomed to such behavior. One could tell just from the white-robed mage's robe that he was certainly wealthy. Perhaps he was a genius from some large Spellcaster Family. A little arrogance was nothing