"Lead the way," Atbolde said indifferently.
Robb's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom, but he didn't say anything more, just pursed his lips and turned around.
He took a few steps forward and gave a low command to an Official Wizard.
It was only after he saw the Wizard use witchcraft to speed away that he slowly began to lead the way.
"The old fart is putting on airs... as if anyone doesn't know he's just for show."
It was at this moment that an almost imperceptible voice came from the ranks of the Wizards.
Atbolde's stride paused slightly, his gaze swept imperceptibly, and he spotted the speaker... it was Herard, who had just spoken out in the group.
But he did not say anything, instead pretending not to hear, and continued to walk forward following Robb.
He certainly could have lashed out.
But to lash out would mean that Lillian's request would definitely be hopeless, that he would not possibly be able to secure a chance for Colin to attend the Alus Association.
