Another week passed.
On the outskirts of DeMarcia Xiongdu.
Two familiar figures dressed as civilian rangers are flying from afar in the blue sky in the east towards the capital of Wang.
"Kevin, it's time for us to land," Galen whispered.
"Hmm." Prince Gavin nodded secretly.
He knew how great the waves would be when people saw them flying in the sky near the capital of the king in Demasia, which was strictly forbidden from evil spirits.
So they tried to avoid the sight of passers-by and carefully landed in the deserted wilderness in the suburb of Xiongdu.
"Where's the face?" Galen was a little