Wolfram chuckled, finding it amusing. "Tell me… what is your occupation?"
"Starter Militia." Jack blurted out.
"Good… Good… I'm glad you're aware of this. So men and women who are to be battle-conscious must learn to find information for themselves!"
Everyone felt their hearts drop to their bellows when hearing Wolfram's cold words.
"Listen well, and listen good. The only time anyone in here will assist you is doing training."
"It's already lunchtime and the clock is ticking against you. I will be back the moment mealtime is over."
With a coy smile on his lips, Wolfram banished before their eyes, leaving one last warning behind.
"Ensure you don't come back late, or else…"
He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone already felt a chill run down their spine.
Everyone looked at themselves with dropped jaws, seeing the panic in each others' eyes.
"Find information… find information… we must find it fast!"
