But before going down, curiosity made his lips move before his thoughts. "May I know where you come from and what rank you've reached?"
Adam smirked. "Believe it or not, I'm just an apprentice."
"Apprentice?!" Noah's lips pursed in suspicion. Since when could apprentices overwhelm arcanists in a matter of seconds? "There is no need for lies if you don't want to tell me."
He grabbed a torch and prepared to lead the way down. But Adam's words sent his mind reeling.
"I never lie. I'm really just an apprentice..." He smirked. "With archmage mana control, that is. Anyway, I've satiated your curiosity enough. Lead the way."
Noah trembled as he stepped forward. Archmage mana control at such a low level?! Was it even possible?
As doubts devoured him, Misha snickered. "You should have slapped him a few times to teach him manners. No, I'll do it." She stepped toward Noah, her eyes narrowed. "Hey, jerk!"
Adam grabbed her shoulder and laughed. "It's alright. I doubt he'll do it again."
