"Paid for it?"
"The Hall of Magi actually accepts something like that?!"
Gallio and Kayn exchanged glances and instantly saw three words in each other's eyes: No. Freaking. Way.
Impossible.
That was the Rising Magi Rankings they were talking about!
"Lord Gallio," Kayn lowered his voice uneasily, "do you think… the twelve councilors of the Tarot Order might show up later and beat us senseless? Just because we didn't believe it…"
"Hard to say…"
Gallio glanced nervously around. He too looked anxious—terrified that a dozen old men might suddenly leap out of nowhere and launch a group beatdown.
Watching the two whispering nervously in a corner, Velen looked visibly confused.
Why were they hiding? Was there something they couldn't say in front of him?
"Lord Velen!"
"Five days from now, the Hall of Magi will be holding the New Archmage Conference. The hundred prodigies on the leaderboard will all be gathering!"
