After looking around at everyone, he paused.
Cui Ciyou collected himself, then surveyed his surroundings.
He instinctively looked down, and the first thing that caught his eye was the ground beneath his feet.
They stood on an enormous, intricate magic circle that gave off faint traces of lingering magic power.
The magic circle was engraved on a floor as smooth as a mirror.
Its patterns and structure were identical to those Cui Ciyou had seen in the teleportation ruins.
That also matched what Almanfi had just said: "Lord Perugius uses teleportation magic, not summoning magic."
Perugius was the only God-level summoning mage in this world.
It seemed he was not only proficient in summoning magic, but also deeply accomplished in teleportation magic.
The difference was that the magic circles in the ruins had been carved into rough rock.
The magic circle before him had been perfectly etched into stone as polished as marble.
Clear water even trickled through the grooves of its magical patterns, giving off a gentle glow.
"The water in here... is probably mostly for decoration."
Cui Ciyou recalled Nanahoshi mentioning that Perugius was also an outstanding artist.
Like vampires in fantasy worlds, those with long lives always needed something to occupy themselves.
The short metal rod Almanfi had given him earlier probably served as a substitute for Teleportation Magic Circle A.
His gaze traveled beyond the magic circle, farther into the grounds.
An enormous castle stood there.
By the standards of Earth in his previous life, each story of an ordinary building was about three meters tall.
This castle, however, was probably as tall as a fifty-story building-definitely over a hundred meters!
In this world resembling medieval Western Europe, except for its different races, swords, and magic, such a sight was extraordinary.
The awe of seeing such