When the apprentices thought everything was fine, another round of risk immediately arrived.
At this time, since the storm was almost gone, casting any spell could be very risky. Lucien and the apprentices were back in the dilemma again.
Lucien gently patted on his students’ shoulders one by one to comfort them. Grabbing Amboula in his hand, Lucien listened to the conversation carefully while thinking of the possible solution fast in his mind.
"Pastor Cody, it’s stinky down there." Tom was still talking loud purposefully, "There is no need for you, my lord, to do this. Please… Just enjoy the nice black tea in your own cabin and I can handle this for you, my lord."
