"Mr. Dylan?"
Heine looked on in surprise.
"Why did the old man send you here?"
Dylan hmphed.
"Perhaps he thinks you need my assistance."
Heine suddenly scrutinized him carefully, then used a scouting spell.
Far from being offended, a hint of smugness flickered in Dylan's eyes.
Yes, he had advanced to the Fourth Level.
Heine realized.
...
Director Sa, "Is he bragging?"
Teacher Xia, "It sounds like it, he means that Heine needs help, doesn't he?"
Director Sa, "Haha, in fact, he got scolded by Barry."
Teacher Xia, "You understood that? How did he scold him?"
Director Sa, "The old man speaks slowly and articulates clearly, perfect material for listening practice. He said, 'What good is it fiddling with corpses at home all day, huh? Is this house your lair or something? You'd be better off doing something productive with that someone.'"
Teacher Xia, "Hahahahaha..."
...
So that was the reason.
Heine suppressed his laughter, his gaze toward Dylan altering slightly.
