Wizard Morton appeared next to Abel, "You're not thinking about kicking me out too, right?'
Wizard Cyril also appeared, "Whoever's looking to give you trouble, Grandmaster, I'll lend you my hand. I'm not just going to drink your wine without giving anything back."
"I appreciate the help you're offering," Abel said with a tight smile on his face, "Alright, I'll tell the both of you. There are three rank seventeen wizards that are on their way. They want to fight me and take all my belongings."
"I'll take one of them," Wizard Cyril said immediately, "Hmm. I don't know how long we can wait, though. I'll try to make a call to my clan. If there are any wizards that want to come, they should come here pretty quickly."
