Herza's words were like a lighted match being thrown into gasoline. With a roar, everyone in the banquet hall was ignited. The once quiet banquet hall had suddenly become bustling with noise. Everyone seemed to be discussing fervently; whispers were blending together, causing the quiet banquet hall to be lively like a city.
All 24 young mages had a pleasantly surprised look.
Before participating in the trials at Alanna, none of them could have thought that such an opportunity was awaiting them. Prior to today, they had not even dreamt of being a guild president of a Guild of Magic.
The Felan Kingdom was a country of magic. A president of a Guild of Magic was not a small matter. He could have enormous resources and the right to study the most complex spells, and he would not be bound by common law.
Most in the crowd were not older than twenty years. At this age, immense power and an honorable status were undoubtedly the most tempting.
