A few days later, Ang sat in the workshop, focusing on guiding the apprentices in their research on elemental Enchanted Armaments. Suddenly, a soldier hurried in, holding a tightly sealed letter.
There were no obvious markings on the envelope, only a familiar seal—the Enforcement Team of the Imperial Mage Association. Ang took the envelope, opened it, and quickly scanned the contents.
The letter mentioned that Ram, the Black Mage whom Ang and the Enforcement Team had previously captured together, had somehow escaped during a rescue operation by the Black Magic Society. It also specifically warned him to be wary of the Black Magic Society's retaliation and advised him to strengthen his defenses.
Ang frowned slightly and muttered, "I have no idea what the Enforcement Team is good for if they could even let someone escape." He pursed his lips, a trace of displeasure flashing through his eyes.
Ram was a dangerous Black Mage, and his escape undoubtedly brought Ang additional trouble. Even so, Ang did not dwell on it too much.
He knew that the Black Magic Society's methods were even more covert than he had imagined. Since they had dared to rescue Ram, it meant the situation had become complicated. But he knew very well that retaliation would come sooner or later. The most important thing now was to handle what lay before him.
He took a deep breath, folded the letter again, tossed it back into the envelope on the table, and set it aside. He had already committed the matter to memory. As for how to deal with the Black Magic Society's retaliation, he would consider that later.
Not long after, hurried footsteps sounded outside. The workshop doors were pushed open, and Quintina entered with an anxious expression. "Ang, adventurers outside have brought word that the Northern