Abel suddenly understood that Wizard Yveline was probably in the magic tower this time. That was why Sam spoke so quietly.
"Sam, are you saying bad words about me?" a voice came from their back, making Sam shake his hand.
"Teacher, how are you today!" Sam stood up from his chair and greeted him.
Abel stood up as well as Sam did. He was surprised because the man that Sam called him the teacher was pretty young.
Sam was in his forties. He became a trainee wizard twenty years ago. His teacher should be at least 60 years old. He should be, but...?
"You must be Abel," the Yveline Wizard said as he touched his face, "I can see that you're surprised. Wizards don't just live longer, you see. Their appearance change when they've reached about 150 years of age. If you have become a wizard at 20 years old, like me, you can keep your face even when you're 130 years old."
