"In less than one hour, one of the masters will open the gates and collect the fees," Alfred got what William was thinking about, "but come on! It's a one hundred spirit crystal! You can come tomorrow and enter here for free."
"I don't need that," Alfred took what William said wrongly, and thought this kid was just trying to preserve his dignity or face or something.
"It's your choice then," Alfred shrugged, returning to stand silent on the side as he resumed revising what he learnt before.
As for William, he didn't stand there idle. These disciples came from higher grades, and they were all commoners.
But they wouldn't survive without the backing of a strong clan or family. And so, William remembered their faces, especially those who spread bad rumours about him.
For sure they were either associated with dirty clans and families like the Bronze Lizards, or they were friends with such clans and families.
