From MC Perspective
Prosperous Region
I ignored the threat of the bald-headed old man. Instead, I turned towards the other two people. They looked smart. I hoped they would understand me.
"Hey, guys. I hope the two of you understand my situation. My identity is confidential. And I need to go somewhere immediately."
"But I can tell you that your Crimson Order won't be able to afford the cost if my trip is delayed," I said to them.
The white-haired old man and the old woman were stunned. They didn't perceive it as a threat, but as genuine concern.
But the bald-headed old man was enraged. He began to cast a magic spell.
A black-colored magic circle appeared under his feet.
"Nick, are you crazy?" the old man shouted before retreating in fear.
It was the same case with the white-haired old man. They were all Supreme Wizards, but they had different magic powers.
And clearly, both of them were afraid of the bald-headed old man's magic powers.
