Although Hill truly wished to know whether all the people here had perished, he still couldn't bring himself to verbalize a curse.
If luck hadn't smiled upon him in this regard, he couldn't possibly demand forcefully, no matter who the other party was. He would not erase the existence of a stranger just for a moment of convenience.
If someone really did come looking, he could also pretend to be a student of this Magister.
Over a hundred years was enough for a mage with decent talent to advance to Legendary rank, or using the terms of this place, a 20-level Mage who had mastered the Over-magic Specialty.
Hill decided to adjust his language and introduce himself as 20-level Mage Hill from now on.
"What spells does Mage Santos like to use?" Hill slowly exhaled, finally having removed all the obsidian bricks.
"Wind and Thunder Elements," List said with a smile. "And because of his noble birth, he also liked to wield a thin sword enhanced with sharpness spells.
