Hill looked at the grand entrance of the Kaplan Mage Association and drove the carriage right through.
A few mages stood in the hall, their expressions bitter.
It seemed that the people outside were mainly looking for them.
Hill stepped down from the carriage, and the mages stood up and bowed slightly to him in greeting.
"Good day to you all," Hill nodded slightly. "What's happened outside? Which one of you is from the Mage Association? I'm sorry my carriage could only come in and park here."
One person stepped forward. "I am. It is an honor to greet you," he said bitterly. "Recently, the mages who went to Cortez took with them numerous methods for making Alchemy Potions.
The nobles in Cortez, they all hope to get more alchemists from the nobles who passed through Haifasar.
If they can bring them mages, Cortez's nobles can vouch for them and save a large amount of money.
Now, we still have those who stay here, who can afford official mages?
