A group of people surrounded Jeming, chattering away.
Jeming, looking at the group before him, some being at least Third Level Wizards, and even some Fifth Level Wizards, dared not say much. He could only look bewildered as they stuffed papers recording communication serial numbers into his hands.
It was only after Viola, like a protective mother, exerted great effort to drive them all away that Jeming snapped back to reality, looking a bit puzzled at the handful of paper slips in his hand.
Just a moment ago, Viola had faced those wizards with an imposing aura, but as soon as she turned her head, her tone softened considerably: "Were you scared? Sorry, it was my fault. If I hadn't made such a fuss, these guys wouldn't have acted this way."
Jeming shook his head uncertainly: "Not really scared, but what's up with these people?"
At first, Jeming thought these people were here to cause trouble, but from what they said, it seemed they were interested in his All-Purpose Eye model?
