Everyone present in the room was taken aback. Throughout the entire conversation, the mayor had been very adamant in his stance about not calling for more reinforcements.
But now all of a sudden, it seemed like something inside the old man had abruptly switched. A few Magi present thought that something was amiss.
They couldn't help but begin to wonder if the mayor was messing with them.
"Mayor, you… are you sure?" Asked the lead Magus.
"Of course, I am," said the mayor matter-of-factly. "Didn't you just suggest that we get a Mana Liquefaction Magus to lead us into the heart of the Weeping Woods and resolve the problem at the core?"
"Uh, yes… I did." The Magus nodded with a weird expression on his face.
"Well, that's exactly what we're going to do," the old mayor stated. "As long as the problem is not completely uprooted, I have a feeling that the wolf tide may never stop attacking us."
