"Peace be with you, Lord Ivan, I'm delighted to see you."
"Hello."
"Good day, Elder Ivan, feel free to pick anything you like, I'll give you a discount, no—fifty percent off. It's an honor for you to take an interest in my wares."
"Maybe next time."
"Good morning, Sorcerer Ivan, when you have time, let's discuss some Enchantment issues."
"Morning, Sorcerer Barny, I've heard your research is making good progress, it's truly exciting."
As word of the Black Magic Wind Fire Array spread, Ivan became a celebrity in the Enchanters Guild and wherever he went, people greeted him—even Sorcerer Barny, who once had refused to let him be an assistant, now would take the initiative to stop and chat when they met.
Such changes were somewhat unfamiliar to Ivan.
Inside the guild's grand hall, after dealing with both acquaintances and strangers, he walked straight up to the second floor of Troika Tower and entered the office of the Vice President to meet with Angus.
