Steven and the others waited in the corridor for a long time, but no sounds of fighting came from the office.
Instead, there were bursts of laughter.
Were the two actually enjoying a pleasant conversation?
The Guild Leader of the Emerald Lion and a member of the Crimson Emissaries Guild having a friendly chat?
What could they possibly be talking about?
Unable to contain his curiosity, Steven approached the office door again.
"Maximus, I'm actually quite interested in witchcraft myself. How about making a herbal potion for me?"
Moros laughed and responded, "You're too old for that now, it's too late to start."
"What if I get the young people of our guild to learn witchcraft? Would you be willing to teach them?"
"That's a great idea. To be honest, in our tribe, we don't really call ourselves the Crimson Emissaries Guild. Strictly speaking, we don't even have a name."
