A decision wasn't meant to be decided in an instant—Han Jing tried to say that, but the Wood Elf was insistent. One wand here in his hands right now or two for him and a friend back in Kraelonia Academy. If he would take into account the annoying and vague remark of the Wood Elf earlier, then there was something he was missing.
Perhaps it was better to choose the decision that he didn't want to pick. If he were so insistent on gaining the wand on his hands now, then it meant that he was rash—but use for it? He could see himself using it. Even in the future, it would be a vital weapon for him.
So why did the Wood Elf need to confuse him?
Oh, it was because he wanted to. Han Jing couldn't curse them aloud in case he could read minds, but the frown on his face was enough of an indicator for the Wood Elf who introduced himself as Hazelleaf. Something suddenly arrived in his mind—and in the corner of his vision, the Alliance tab appeared.
