As Dago searched through the vast crowd, he suddenly sensed a message stone within his Spatial Ring pulsing.
He took out the message stone, and his eyes flickered after confirming the sender's identity.
Baker had actually contacted him at this moment.
Half an hour later, in an elegantly furnished room, a First-Ring Wizard serving as an attendant placed tea and pastries on the table before Dago and Baker, then respectfully withdrew.
Dream Moss that slowly released a calming fragrance hung on the walls, while the floor was made of Silentwood that absorbed excess noise.
More and more wizards were gathering at the Fairy Ancient City ruins, and it had become impossible to find a quiet, undisturbed place within dozens of miles.
The air was filled with chaotic, violent elemental particles, while the Mental Force Fields unconsciously emitted by tens of thousands of wizards intertwined into an irritating "background noise."
Tea rooms and taverns like this had emerged as a result. They were likewise set up inside spatial tents, and the rental prices were quite steep.
But once the soundproofing and shielding arrays were activated, one no longer had to worry about being disturbed while chatting or conducting business inside.
This was a commercial extension based on Spatial Folding Technology, another weapon the Hammett Merchant Guild used to plunder Magic Stones from low-level wizards.
Dago lifted the teapot steaming faintly on the table, poured Baker a cup, and gently pushed it before him.
Several emerald-green leaves floated in the tea. The instant they came into contact with the air, the leaves unfurled and released a crisp, pure energy pulse. It was clearly no ordinary product.
"Thank you."
Baker thanked him.
Dago said nothing. He merely looked at Baker's current appearance.
Compared to the time they had met in the Ascetic Attic