Even though Link was submitting seven scrolls per day, it was still not sufficient to fill in the gap of 100 scrolls. Left with no choice, Warwick went to knock on the door of Magician Derek.
"Who is it?" Derek's voice rang from inside the room. Somehow, he sounded slightly nervous.
How strange, maybe Derek is doing something that he doesn't want others to know? Warwick thought.
Derek was quite introverted and didn't have much talent in magic. He was thus not exactly respected amongst the apprentices.
"It's me, Warwick."
"Why did you come here at this ungodly hour?"
Derek clearly sounded displeased. His footsteps were getting closer and the door slowly opened. Derek stood behind the door with a vexed expression.
The moment the door creaked open, Warwick picked up a faint odor with his sensitive sense of smell.
