"From now on, I will be called... Linus."
Ronan confirmed his new identity, waiting until the Magic Ring Wizards he traveled with had gone before disembarking alone.
The valley where White Stone Castle was located was even larger than he had imagined. It stood in the form of a circular town nestled within the valley, with a river encircling it and signs of excavation visible on all four sides of the valley.
There were also some buildings among the forests, and Ronan vaguely saw the hints of a castle on the towering snow mountain directly opposite him.
The entrance to the White Stone Castle town was bustling with people. Besides Wizards, there were a lot of ordinary people, most of whom were wearing thick fur robes to keep out the cold.
The coexistence of Official Wizards and common people was typically only common in small Wizard gathering places.
