The next day at noon.
David Jones, who was dropped off at his doorstep by Guildmaster Maud, politely said, "Thank you."
Having the president of the Trainer Guild, a big shot in town, personally drive him home was a treatment he had never received before, which inflated his ego slightly.
"You worked hard in the Trainer Competition!"
Guildmaster Maud coughed lightly, his tone becoming somewhat serious, "Oh right, I forgot to mention one last thing. The evolution path of the Frost Wyvern you submitted to the Trainer Guild has been confirmed to fail!"
Upon hearing the word 'failure', a shock ran through David's heart and confusion clouded his face. "The information submitted was very detailed, couldn't the Guild evolve even a single Coldjade Snake?"
The pets used by the Trainer Guild for evolution experiments usually had excellent talents; he couldn't fathom a complete failure!
