Hero City, a subordinate village.
In the dim light of dawn, or rather, when the night was still very thick, the farmers who had fields to tend were already up to start a whole day's work. The blacksmith was adding flames to the furnace, and the thief had finished his nighttime labor.
The children usually got up a bit later, lazed around for another nap, and then reluctantly got up to help out, kicking the old dog they kept at home awake. Once they're awake, they won't let other animals sleep.
But today, the children were a bit different. They got up early in the morning, earlier than the farmers, and gathered in groups on the only dirt road at the entrance of the village, eagerly looking to the end of the road, each with anticipation and excitement on their faces.
"Gollum gollum..."
Before long, the sound of wheels echoed, and a finely crafted carriage appeared in people's sight.
"It's here, it's here!"
"The Magic Transmission Tutor is here!"
