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Raymond's grip was tight, however, and his laughter grew even more unrestrained. "My dear Junior, you're quite the comedian! I, your Senior, just love clever juniors with quick minds like yours. Come, come, let's talk in my study!"
Without another word, he enthusiastically dragged Lynch toward the study, giving him no chance to refuse.
Lynch put up a token struggle, but his Senior's hand held him in a death grip. He was practically dragged into the study.
'Oh well,' Lynch thought. 'While Necromancers primarily cultivate Spiritual Power, their physical strength naturally increases with their rank. It's just like my mentor. I was always getting dragged around by him, completely powerless to resist.'
'It seems my Senior's rank is nothing to scoff at.'
"Jonard, what are you standing around for? Didn't you see my Junior has arrived? Hurry up and bring out my prized tea! Yes, and use the best water, the best cups."
"Junior, sit, sit! Don't be a stranger, make yourself at home!"
