Nicil was shocked and panicked.
He was looking at Kieran with more astonishment than his expression showed.
The conclusion that he came up with was toppled following Kieran's chilly entrance.
It was not a great for Nicil, but he couldn't think of anything else.
A sharp and cold killing intent that far exceeded the tip of the sword pierced into his heart.
Nicil knew that Kieran before him was not in the mood for jokes.
If Nicil remained silent, Kieran would really kill him.
Such a thought rose in his mind all of a sudden when he saw Kieran's cool, expressionless eyes.
"Schmidt is with the other trial goers in the hall, and congratulations, you've passed!"
Nicil said after a deep breath.
Then, Nicil pointed at the sword tip before him and said slowly, "I think we can have a better, more suitable way of communication!"
