Dream Music Box

Ian left Amelia, who was unpacking, where she was and carried the potatoes, tomatoes, sweet potatoes, and the like that she had brought in her bag into the kitchen.

Even at a glance, they were far too high-quality to be called ordinary vegetables. So the claim that they had been blessed by an earth spirit didn’t seem to be a lie. Judging by how uniform their shapes were and how none of them were deformed, he could tell just how incredible the earth spirit’s blessing was.

‘Gnomes are usually closely tied to ore, but looking at this, that doesn’t seem to be entirely true.’

He put the potatoes, which were round enough to feel almost like balls, and the other vegetables into the fridge, took a snack from the shelf, and headed over to the sofa where Mariang was lying.

Apparently she had already completely settled in; she was swinging her legs up and down while scrolling through her phone.

“What are you looking at?”

Ian asked. Mariang’s eyes lit up at the snack bag he brought as she stretched out her empty hand.

“Just looking at some quick news.”

“News?”

“Magic news. It’s a site that reports on mage-related matters happening at the Clock Tower and across the country. You probably can’t access it with a Korean IP.”...