The old man was very excited, but he became worried soon after. It had been many years since the Warlock Division had any students. Without a doubt, that student was from another division. It would be challenging for a student from another division to walk the path of a warlock, especially if they tried to do it without the guidance of a teacher.
It was precisely why he had placed that sheepskin notebook in a conspicuous place.
That ordinary-looking notebook was not something that belonged on the second floor.
Instead, it was a precious treasure that one would find on the twentieth floor, the highest level in the library.
"Take it away! Take it away! Those books ought to be handed to people who can use them. It is the meaning of their existence." The old man revealed a joyous smile for the first time, and his expression was filled with expectation.
"Young lad, I hope that you would not let my painstaking efforts go to waste."
