In the basement, several Wizards, wands in hand, fixed their gazes tightly on the black crow that had suddenly appeared.
They didn't use their spiritual power to lock on because their probes didn't detect the crow at all; not through magic power, nor through sonic detection.
Had they not been able to see the crow with their own eyes and feel the pressure it exerted on them, they would have almost believed it to be a hallucination.
"Ga, why is it a bunch of Wizards?" The black crow looked at the Wizards in the basement, seemingly astonished.
Hearing the black crow speak in Wizard Language, the Wizards were somewhat baffled.
How could this crow speak Wizard Language and, moreover, the black crow didn't seem to be a species from the Red Sun World.
"Could this black crow, with its extraordinary aura, be the Magic Pet of some Wizard?"
An astonishing speculation flashed through the minds of all the Wizards present.
