Hill waved his hand, and the hall quickly spun around. After a dizzying movement above the platform, a lounge chair appeared again behind the desk.
Russell's high-backed chair was moved to the front left of the desk.
Once seated, Russell could finally clearly see his teacher's current face: it was a very Hainarson face.
Very handsome, but it always gave an intense feeling, even the very short strands of hair seemed like soft needles.
Even when Gilbert was extremely weak, people were always wary of him, and it wasn't without reason.
But for some unknown reason, after looking for a while, Russell always managed to find a hint of gentleness on that face.
He wondered if it was because he knew it wasn't the genuine face of the other party that he felt this, but he couldn't help but say, "Since the other party has ill intentions, you, teacher, may not need to go, right?"
Hill glanced at him: "Things that can be done or not, the Archmage Ruth is generally too lazy to bother.
