As always, Sunders was oblivious of Flora's venting.
He was grinning, and his stern expression became a little more gentle.
"Good. Project into imaginary to give birth to the truth. Your talent is exceptional." Sunders reached out his hand towards Angor, who was still sitting on the floor.
Angor hesitated. A man feared by wizards was in front of him. If he did not react properly, would he get into trouble? After some more wavering, Angor chose to take Sunders' hand.
Sunders pulled Angor up and looked at him with his dark brown eyes. "Do you want to be my student?"
Those words instantly quieted all conversations between the supernaturals nearby. Then, a commotion followed.
"Sunders is accepting Angor as a student?! This—this would be the biggest news in the southern region this year!"
"Sunders only took in two students in his life, and both of them became wizards. The mortal kid had some serious luck!"
