Hearing Kyran's cheeky reply made the two white-robed Grand Master mages with the middle-aged man seethe with anger.
The one on the left gritted his teeth while stepping forward and growled, "Such insolence! I will pluck your tongue and use it as feeds to the—"
The middle-aged man raised his hand to stop the man from speaking further.
"Master Tobias," the white-robed Grand Master wanted to complain. In the end, he held his tongue and stepped back, while looking at Kyran spitefully.
The people below who heard the Grand Master said the middle-aged man's name all gasped in shock.
"D-Did he call that man Tobias?"
"No way, sir Tobias? THE sir Tobias? One of the only two mages the Royal Family granted a magic amnesty token?"
"Then this pressure... c-could this be him displaying his forbidden gravity magic?"
The people from the Blacksmith Order whispered to one another.
Kyran heard them and frowned inwardly.
