From Gu Diao Street to Danhaag.
The straight-line distance was several thousand kilometers. If she used Flying Magic, Colmar would probably be hanging in the sky for quite a while. Fortunately, Gu Diao Street was located on Puji Island, home to the Wizarding World's densest Clockwork Passage system.
Thus, just as the morning star lit up the night sky, the North District's newly promoted Archwizard was already standing at the entrance to Danhaag's Foreign Affairs reception office, cloaked in a cape.
This was her first time in Danhaag.
In her imagination, it should have been like other ancient magical institutions, surrounded by dazzling golden decorations. As far as the eye can see, there should have been exquisite carvings everywhere, with the scent of yarrow and mugwort in the air, while wizards in robes of every color hurried back and forth with solemn faces.
But in reality, it resembled a cold bank branch more than anything else.
Silver-gray was the dominant color of the space, and confinement was its character. Towering cabinets dozens of meters high stood on both sides, covered in densely packed mailboxes. A narrow corridor ran through the middle, ending at a thick glass window. A cushioned chair stood before it, while behind the window sat a plump witch.
She wore an iron-gray uniform with a white silk scarf tied around her neck. Her ten plump fingers were painted a vivid red. Perhaps that nail polish was the brightest color in the entire place.
Colmar noticed an enormous circular dial behind the witch. It had a pointer, and the markings on its face were not numbers, but different departments: the Filing Court, Executive Bureau, Collegiate Court, Foreign Affairs Bureau, First Criminal Court, First Civil Court, Trial Supervision Court, First Circuit Court, and so on.
There was another visitor