After staying in the North City District for seven days, Velin and Kyle once again headed to House No. 87 on 36th Street in the South City District, ready to "close the net."
"Want to make a bet?" Velin turned to Kyle and asked with a smile.
"No." Kyle shook his head and refused without the slightest hesitation.
"Boring."
Velin walked ahead, with Kyle following behind.
Before they knew it, the two arrived at their destination.
Young Zelia sat in the courtyard. Hearing their footsteps, he looked up and said calmly, "You're here."
"Looks like you've thought it through." Velin entered the courtyard and spoke.
Young Zelia stood up, walked over to Velin, and knelt on the ground without hesitation. Expressionless, he said, "From today onward, I am yours. What should I call you?"
"Velin." Velin gave his name.
"From today onward, my life, Zelia's life, belongs to you, Lord Velin." Young Zelia heavily knocked his head against the ground, his tone devoid of emotion.
"Get up."
Having gone through so much, the young man had matured greatly, and his personality had changed as well.
Hearing this, Zelia rose from the ground and stared unblinkingly at Velin, waiting for his next instruction.
"I'm giving you two choices now." Velin raised two fingers and spoke unhurriedly.
"The first choice is to return to the Mage Academy and continue your studies. During that time, I'll cover all your tuition and living expenses. As for how you'll enroll, I'll arrange it. You don't need to worry."
"The second choice is to return to my territory with me. I'll have an Arcanist of the Soul Intent rank serve as your teacher."
A flicker passed through Zelia's eyes as he asked, "Why did you choose someone like me, ordinary as an ant? A coward who