"Dammit, do Kane and Sabrine still have a chance?" The green dwarf Pyro asked grudgingly.
The black-robed Mage beside him took out a handful of bone fragments from his robe and scattered it before himself. He knelt to look at the bones before shaking his head in disappointment.
Murderous light gleamed in Pyro's green eyes, "I spent that fortune to hire you, and this is what you tell me?"
The black-robed Mage spoke calmly, "Sir, as a Second Grade Mage, I am sure you have a perfect understanding of the mechanisms behind divination magic. The more we know about the opponent, the more capable we are of eliminating factors beyond our control. This brat has been hiding in the Mages' tower this whole time.
It was already a difficult task to pierce through the defenses of the tower and predict the path of his fate. Moreover, I am certain that Lord Kane had an eighty percent chance to beat this brat when we made our preparations three months ago."
