Just as Fangsheng and Lewan were letting their imaginations run wild and guessing what was happening, Solomonus, dressed in his usual attire in West Montpellier, was squatting in front of a house with a notebook in his hand. Suspended in the darkness beneath his cloak was a fountain pen floating entirely on its own.
Judging by the clear toothmarks on the pen, it was obvious that the merchant was somewhat irritated. Suddenly, he raised his head and caught sight of the dim night sky and the unusual stars and moon.
"Ah, ah, has she created the prototype of a separate dimension? The Witch's abilities are truly formidable," Solomonus muttered in admiration. A weak witch had actually used her innate ability to create a real world within the world! Such a miracle was probably something only the High God upon the throne could achieve.
Chapter 228