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Once bitten by a snake, one fears a well rope for ten years.
The person from the Supreme Council was very indifferent, all business and no pleasantries.
After receiving Link, they immediately returned without spending an extra second at Ravensmouth Academy.
Where there are people, there are always the complexities of society.
Dean Frist watched the flying vehicle disappear beyond the limits of visibility, his eyes filled with a deep light.
Because Ravensmouth Academy had placed its bet on the successful transmigration of the Saint of Nostrodamus and played a crucial role in it, they had offended quite a few people.
Especially those like Great Sage Mitchell, who had aspired to the position of the Mysterious Wizard Saint.
"Take it slow,"
Dean Frist murmured to himself.
Time was on the side of Ravensmouth Academy.
