He had no intention of spending his life messing around in the Wilderness with a bunch of natives. Therefore, whether it was his corps or his Casting Corps, he benchmarked them against the world's best. A Shaman like Sam wouldn't even be qualified to carry a chamber pot in one of those renowned Casting Corps.
"But…"
"It's not too late. As long as you turn over a new leaf and study hard, I can guarantee there will be a place for you in High Cliff Castle."
Levi glanced at Sam and personally draped the clothes over his shoulders.
Despite the harshness of his words, every Caster was still precious to the current High Cliff Castle.
The Lord's motto was always: shame is the mother of courage.
As long as one had a Talent for Casting, although Talent might determine your ceiling, effort determined your floor.
Sam's lips trembled, but in the end, he was speechless, staring blankly at the distant sky.
