A Wizard's Bad Taste

After entering Kletam City, Dago gently turned another Banyan Ring on his hand. Faint spell fluctuations enveloped him.

He flew to the Silver Tower in a single step without attracting anyone's attention.

Dago had already moved out of the Rose Inn. His popularity had simply become too explosive; his incredible rise from commoner wizard had drawn countless commoner wizards to visit him.

The Rose Inn had become famous. Countless wizards lingered nearby to catch a glimpse of their idol, and even Linda had been interviewed by attentive wizard reporters about Dago's deeds.

This had forced him to move out of the inn a few days ago and into the Sky Floating Island closest to the top of the tower. It was his reward for taking first place this time.

Following the principle of keeping a low profile in his actions while being high-profile in life, Dago did not flaunt his fame.

Dago climbed the Silver Tower's spiraling staircase, occasionally plucking wildly flying books from the air beside him and casually flipping through them.

Life in the Silver Tower over the past few days had been especially peaceful. There were so many books here that an ordinary person could not finish reading them even after reading nonstop for a hundred years.

After moving onto the floating island, Dago was like a dry sponge, crazily and thirstily absorbing the moisture of knowledge. He seemed to be constantly enriching and settling himself.

Upon reaching a point near the top of the tower, Dago pushed aside the dense mass of books before him, lightly leaped from the stairs into the air, and flew toward his own floating island.

Several antique castles stood upon the enormous floating island. Quite a few Apprentice Wizards came and went, tending to the place. The tower paid to hire