It's difficult to hate someone who's smiling at you.
Roland sized up the middle-aged man, and he knew very well that this couldn't continue.
Under these circumstances, if he forced the issue, he would be put at a disadvantage.
After all, the other party was a teacher who was making amends on behalf of two noble Mages, so if Roland continued, public opinion would be against him.
The purpose had been accomplished when the maidservant was saved.
However… finishing touches still had to be done.
Roland said to the middle-aged Mage, "Sorry, I've just arrived here, and I haven't even entered my dorm. Can we talk about magic nodes later?"
The middle-aged Mage nodded and smiled indifferently. "That's quite a pity, but understandable. Mr. Roland, please remember, I will be waiting for you at Building 17 on the sixth street of the middle district. You are welcome to come over as a guest any time."
"Thank you."
