"Official Wizard?"
The old wizard's voice was low, yet it sent a jolt through Ian's mental power!
It couldn't be helped—mainly because the term was far too unfamiliar.
So unfamiliar that Ian had only heard it mentioned a handful of times.
And there was only one Official Wizard within the School. Without needing to be told, Ian understood who stood before him.
"Greetings, Lord Horton!"
Ian hurriedly said respectfully.
Whether it was what this man had said or the fact that even the Radiant Eye could not see through him, everything confirmed it was true.
"Very clever. Did you brew this potion?"
Horton smiled at Ian. With a flip of his hand, a bottle of deep-blue potion appeared in his palm.
Ian froze.
Wasn't that the Energy Potion he had handed in?
"Yes, my lord!"
Ian quickly nodded.
"It is indeed quite good." Horton nodded, then continued, "But this should not be the original formula, should it?"
"Not the original formula? My lord, how could that be... My skill isn't that high!"
Ian's mind jolted, and he immediately replied.
"Ordinary wizards indeed could not do it. But a wizard who cultivated the Radiant Eye to the point of nearly seeing through my Wizard Tower, and who made Mickey take the initiative to act—I do not believe your ability amounts to only this. Especially since there are many additional impurities in it!"
Horton watched Ian with a smile.
Ian felt cold sweat about to break out.
Could this man have been watching over the entire School all along?
Just as Ian was about to say something else, Horton's figure abruptly appeared before him.
In an instant, an enormous mental pressure, vast as a mountain range, rendered him utterly immobile, its might bearing down over the entire area.
Before that mental power,