"What did you just say?" Amanda asked, as she narrowed her eyes, and this move made the mage sent by the head master lose his control over his legs, which went so soft already, making his clash hardly on the ground with both of his knees.
"Sigh, it seems that Rolaf has gone beyond his limits again, blinded with his greed," Cesile sighed, before adding, "let's go, I want to see this mage already, and might as well extend an invitation to him or her."
"Cesile! You already got one to join your faction from the new mages! Leave that one to the poor me," Otman hurriedly complained, while the five of them left, heading straight towards the gate of the academy.
The poor mage sent by Rolaf sighed in relief, as he thought for a moment there his life would be taken by the vice dean!
Rolaf didn't know he caused such great trouble to himself. He never imagined such a young mage would cause enough stir, enough to attract the attention of such big shots.
