It took less than ten seconds for everyone to fall into the groups; some groups are as small as five, and the other is as big as twenty-six, of which I am part.
Grand Commander is leading the group, and there are three other High Grandmasters beside me and Grand Commander. One of them is Lady Redhorn, the other is Lord Muske, and the last one is Lord Rivian, a buffy middle-aged man with a huge ax as his weapon.
It could be said that compared to the four of them, I am a little lacking in power, but what I do not have in power, I make up in different things.
"Young man, you seemed to be aware of these new Grandmasters?" asked Lady Redhorn. You can not underestimate these wily old foxes; even when she was shocked, she had noticed my reaction, and this old woman was very observant.
It is written in her file.
"Yes, I am part of the group that is helping to produce them," I replied to her shock.
