No matter how dissatisfied Sam was, unwilling to impart precious magical knowledge to a backwater Kobold, his discontent didn't last long under the iron fist of the Lord's absolute rule.
"Great Mage Sam, may we begin?"
Old Neil wrung his hands, looking nervous and uneasy as he timidly questioned Sam, who was sitting cross-legged before him.
He had never imagined that one day he would actually be able to learn precious magical knowledge.
After all, in the barren Wilderness, every last Shaman Wizard jealously guarded their knowledge, preferring to take their precious magical secrets to the grave rather than teach them to others.
And yet he, a mere slave, had been favored by the Lord and given the chance to learn magic.
From the bottom of his heart, Old Neil resolved to study magic diligently and dedicate his loyalty to the Lord.
Under Old Neil's continuous stream of flattery, Sam's expression softened considerably, and he obediently began to explain everything he knew.
