After the rain stopped.
The two people who walked out of the "Fox, Badger, and Honey Tavern" were still trying to smooth the goosebumps on their arms.
"Aiven, do you really need such weird stuff to ascend to an Official Wizard?"
Even as an Official Wizard with power far beyond ordinary people, Milan felt a kind of insane malice with his extremely keen spiritual sense when he heard those stories.
Obviously, if one ventures to trace the source of those terrifying legends, it is very likely to bring misfortune!
And for Aiven.
Although he thought that compared to the deeply rooted church forces in the Old Continent, the New Continent should have the "Dust of Evil Spirits" he needed.
But just from hearing these few terrifying legends about the New Continent in an ordinary small tavern, Aiven already realized that his thoughts were a bit too optimistic.
This time it's not because there are too few and weak "Evil Spirits," but because there are actually too many and too strong!
