"Not bad, Abel. When Carlos and I teleported, he was always screaming. He had even threw up one time. You're doing much better than him." When wizard Morton stopped talking, the shadow the two had reached level 1 of the magic tower.
"Teacher, I am not as bad as you described me, am I?" Carlos said, who was standing next to Camille on the first floor of the tower, looked resentfully at wizard Morton.
"Why don't you come over and I will teleport you around?" Wizard Morton said gently, glancing at Carlos.
Carlos shrank back. He became silent as if he didn't dare to speak again.
"Teacher, Abel, what's the matter?" Camille asked, looking at the wolf rider's corpse in wizard Morton's hands.
"What else can it be? A wolf rider almost assassinated my disciple. It seems like people are people who are willing to assist these wolf riders." Sneered Morton.
