Teacher Mill rubbed his palms together in anticipation. His eyes glint sinisterly.
Ehehehe. Soon . . . Soon . . . !
SOON!
Those who tarnished the Academy's reputation would soon disappear from here.
Wallowing in his evil thoughts, another five minutes passed, and Mr. Mill gradually felt that something wasn't right.
Wasn't this taking soo long just to open a mere gate?
He glanced towards the Headmaster only to find that the old man was fast asleep while his parted lips moved in a light snore.
. . .
. . .
*snap
*snap
Another vein pooped from his eyes, and any more of this, and he might actually cry real blood.
Even though he was consumed with violent thoughts, he still somehow managed to restrain himself from slapping the old man awake. He was very tempted to do just that, but he feared that he might find himself flying across the Four Kingdoms if the Headmaster got angry and slapped him in return.
"Headmaster . . . Headmaster . . . ," he hissed in a low voice.
