After Ambrose arrived at the usual training place at the temple, he saw the Wisdom King sitting casually, his eyes half-closed.
There were also two heavy-looking bags on the ground next to him, both brown in color.
"I am sorry for being late!" Ambrose bowed slightly and immediately apologized.
After a while, he didn't get an answer.
He glanced quickly in the direction of the Wisdom King and saw him sitting without letting out a sound.
'I guess he is mad.' Ambrose sighed inwardly and then went to pick up a training sword.
However, when he was about to start his practice, he heard the wise voice sounding behind him.
"Lower your sword." The Wisdom King finally opened his eyes.
"Huh?" Ambrose did as instructed, but he looked with a confused gaze at the wise grandmaster.
The Wisdom King grabbed one of the bags and threw it to Ambrose.
