"What's gotten into you, Raidon?" Adam almost flinched when the man screamed.
Raidon, on the other hand, completely ignored the youth. He continued to stare at the mana combat technique with bloodshot eyes.
Such techniques, such movements, such rhythm, such flow… Oh, great arcana! I have never seen something so… perfect!
That was the only word Raidon could use to describe the technique—perfect.
After studying the entire mana combat technique, his hands started to tremble. He looked at Adam and asked in a low voice, "My Lord, this… Is this alright?"
"What do you mean?" Adam's brows creased together. "You don't want it? Fine, I'll take it back."
"No!" Raidon subconsciously put the scrolls behind his back. Realizing his folly, he lowered his head in apology. "My Lord, what I mean is, this mana combat technique is far too precious! Is it alright for you to hand this over to us?"
