Leaving Extreme North City, Richard arrived at Garon Wizard Academy with questions and trepidation.
At the foot of the Academy's mountain, several queues twisted like serpentine dragons, stretching as far as the eye could see. Tribes wandering the snowy plains, well-informed merchants, and the people of the Extreme North Country continuously joined the queue, many of them even bringing tents, provisions, and livestock as they waited in line.
As Time went by, the queue at the foot of the mountain did not shrink in the slightest; instead, it grew longer and longer.
In the face of the temptation of Transcendent powers, not even blizzards could stop them.
Upon reaching the top of the mountain, Garon the Great Wizard's clone still stood outside the Wizard Tower as usual.
"I've arrived, Headmaster."
"Hmm, Jimmy said you were looking for me?" Garon the Great Wizard opened his eyes and stretched lazily, "Tell me, what do you need?"
