"Oh no, oh no, I haven't finished saying, said completely..." the farmer said anxiously and flusteredly, "Anyone can eat it, but only the followers of the three Gods can taste the sweetness of the fruit. It's all over, you actually spat it out? You've wasted food, you're in trouble."
"Oh? I'm in trouble? And someone dares to trouble me? Very well, I'll wait right here to see who dares to trouble a High-level Magician," Drov said irritably.
He was starting to suspect that the farmer had picked an unripe date to fool him, which was quite common; in this age, encountering thieves and robbers was a regular occurrence, as were all forms of deceit. Without any power, venturing out was akin to seeking death.
So he intentionally revealed his status as a High-level Magician to see who would dare trouble a High-level Magician.
