"Mr. Roland, you said you wanted to join our camp? "
Three men and one woman were in a room in the tall mage Tower.
The commander of the camp, Lincoln, was lying on the sofa. His face and body were full of wrinkles, and his bright eyes had become dull. However, when he heard that this powerful mage in front of him wanted to join the camp, his eyes lit up.
Although he was a peak first circle Mage, he was already old. Furthermore, he had just gone through a huge battle, so his life force was not enough to allow him to live much longer. However, the camp needed a strong mage leader.
"Yes," Eli nodded.
He was sitting opposite the first circle Mage, while Hae and Tijie were sitting on the sofa on both sides.
"Then, can you tell me the reason? I really don't understand why a first-circle mage as strong as you would want to join us." Lincoln coughed and asked weakly.
