It was spring once again, and Wubei Territory welcomed another season of spring plowing.
It was already a busy and lively season, but this year was even more so with the influx of a large number of workers to build the port.
In contrast, Ronin, the Lord, found himself with some relatively leisurely time.
He spent most of his days studying Magic and Combat Skills. Only when he felt bored would he leave the castle to walk around and inspect his territory.
WHOOM—
A pale flame brought an extreme temperature, baking the entire courtyard as if it were the height of a hot summer.
In the center of the flame, several pieces of wrought iron turned red and softened at a speed visible to the naked eye, then melted into a pool of molten iron.
'The temperature of the Seventh-level Magic, Earth Core Fire, really shouldn't be underestimated.'
Ronin once again marveled at the miraculous nature of Extraordinary Power.
