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Faced with Old Wells's shout, the newcomer ignored him.
The Black Robed Wizard following behind the three of Old Wells let out a cold laugh upon seeing someone arrive.
"Didn't expect to be so lucky, gathering all the Grey Robed Wizard scalps needed for the mission in one go.. Pretty good."
Hearing this sinister laugh, Old Wells was so anxious perspiration formed on his face.
He was well aware of the strength of the approaching companion.
Though an Intermediate Wizard Apprentice, he had only risen to that level by taking drugs within a few short months.
Normally, he was either researching Rune Studies or engrossed in Body Forging, never practicing any spells. He was too young and far from the age of perfectly converting spiritual cultivation into combat power.
And even if he reached that state, Black Robes who fought through conspiracy and blood weren't something wandering wizards without proper heritage or specialized training could handle.
