No one noticed Herag at the moment. These people were here for Medel; they wouldn't care about an ordinary-looking outsider.

Herag was happy to be left alone. He found a corner sofa to sit by himself and eat and drink.

He glanced over at the crowd. Medel was chatting animatedly with others, effortlessly managing to engage so many people at once.

A few wizards spoke with Medel for a while, looking excited as if they thought they had already latched onto the Taylor Family's coattails.

Seeing this, Herag felt that Medel truly needed people and was expanding his team.

Now, it was impossible for him to join such a large wizard family, as the restrictions were strict. Just like in the Moonlight Forest, you had to sign a contract.

Loyalty is very important to a wizard family, and most require you to sign a contract.

Herag managed to stay in the Cheqi Family without signing a contract entirely because of Mr. Larry's influence.

He initially joined the Cheqi Family because he had nowhere else to go at the time and needed a place to settle for a while.

The Cheqi Family, not being very strong itself, saw that Herag had great potential and agreed to not have him sign a contract, treating it as an investment.

A top wizard family like the Taylor Family would inevitably have means to control you; otherwise, they wouldn't feel secure using you.

Herag didn't look down upon those wizards who curry favor. He understood how difficult this path was for ordinary wizards, so it was normal for them to flatter Medel.

He just didn't want to do such things himself. Making friends is fine, but becoming someone's subordinate was unacceptable.

Once you become someone's subordinate, many things are out of your control.

The ball lasted for four or five hours, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

Herag got up, ready to inform Medel that he was leaving.

Unexpectedly, Medel approached first, smiling, "I apologize for not being able to greet Mr. Herag earlier; I was too busy. So, did you meet any ladies you liked?"

Herag shook his head with a smile, "I can't dance. I just nibbled on some food. Now that the ball is nearly over, I should head back. Thank you, Mr. Medel, for the invite."

"Not being able to dance won't do. I often hold such balls during my travels. In a few days, I'll find a teacher to teach you how to dance. You'll encounter many such balls in the future, and it's best to learn sooner rather than later." Medel smiled.

"Thank you, Mr. Medel, but that won't be necessary. I prefer peace. Besides, as the Cradle Operation draws near, I am weak and need to focus on meditation practice every day," Herag said with a bitter smile.

Initially, no one noticed Herag, but when Medel personally walked over to chat, he attracted countless eyes.

Hearing Medel's attitude towards Herag shocked people even more. Who could be worth Medel providing a dance teacher for?

The most surprising part was that Herag actually refused, saying he needed time for his meditation practice instead.

Is this guy meditating himself silly? Refusing such a golden opportunity.

Herag didn't care about those gazes; he never cared about others' opinions.

He remained as low-key and unassuming as possible, knowing the dangers of standing out too much.

Medel smiled and said, "Mr. Herag is indeed an excellent wizard, and very disciplined. I heard you rarely leave your room on the airship, spending all your time on meditation practice. Your discipline is truly something I admire."

"Given the circumstances, I'm delighted you accepted my invitation to this ball. Rest assured, I won't disturb you in the future. But if you ever feel bored, just let me know anytime."

They then exchanged Talisman Stone contacts to keep in touch.

After bidding farewell to Medel, Herag left the ball amidst numerous complex gazes.

Medel watched Herag's back as he left, smiling silently.

...

Back in his room, Herag quietly brewed a pot of coffee, contemplating the series of events that had just unfolded.

Regularly attending balls was certainly out of the question; he genuinely needed to focus on meditation practice, with no time to waste on such frivolous activities.

The essence of a ball was socializing and expanding one's connections.

But Herag didn't need these at the moment — he needed to enhance his abilities.

After that, Medel did not disturb Herag again, allowing him to return to his peaceful meditation practice.

A month and a half later.

Herag rarely left his room but ventured onto the deck to glimpse the majestic grand city on the horizon.

This grand city was known as the Central Region, the largest city in the Land of Dawn.

In other regions of the Land of Dawn, each city was isolated by polluted zones, making them independent of each other.

The so-called Central Region occupies an area equivalent to twenty or thirty cities, but it is a single entity, just this one city.

Located at the center of the entire Land of Dawn, surrounded by the Six Great Wizard Organizations.

This was the last retreat the Six Great Wizard Organizations left for themselves, establishing an unprecedented giant city to ensure its safety against pollution.

Such a colossal city was awe-inspiring, even from a distance, for Herag.

The airship queued outside for a while, waiting some time before landing at the dock.

There were many airships here, constantly taking off and landing.

Herag had come to the deck early, intending to leave the airship immediately once it docked.

He wanted to minimize his entanglements with Medel, that second-generation wizard — associating too much with someone with such deep and complex backgrounds brought too many troubles.

Once the airship docked, Herag activated the Feather of Flight attached to the back of his hand and flew down.

After presenting his Talisman Stone to verify his identity at a checkpoint, he formally entered the majestic city.

As soon as Herag stepped into the square by the dock, numerous people approached him.

"Does the gentleman need accommodation? We have excellent facilities and special services; you know what I mean."

"Sir, do you need to hire workers? I have many brothers who can do anything."

"Do you need a guide, sir?"

...

A throng of people, seeing Herag walking out alone, surrounded him, pushing their services, making his head spin.

Herag's magical aura flowed, and with a cold glance at these people, they quickly quieted down, retreating without anyone daring to get too close.

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