Hill couldn't help but laugh; he had just seen "Snow Cloud Peak" following behind a large group of people walking in.
However, probably not wanting to be mocked, the Mage had put on his hood.
"Damn it! Who hit me?
What? Old Dog, you're here too! How come I didn't notice you at all; you're so inconspicuous!
I didn't say anything wrong, did you die to some minor mobs or what?
Even a Pure Milk Priest wouldn't die that quickly!
You should let Elder try it; he'd definitely have more stamina than you!
Ah! Let go of my ear! Elder, my bad!"
Laughter erupted outside Hill's window, the air filled with mockery of 'Snow Cloud Peak,' being weaker than a Priest, and of course, they also laughed at 'Young Master' for suffering the divine punishment due to his sharp tongue, but nobody wanted to say it out loud.
