"Miss Annie, as the direct eldest daughter of this generation, held a very high status, possessed great strength, and had quite a temper," the burly wizard said seriously.
"So, what you need to do is avoid making her angry as much as possible and satisfy her every request. If you do well, you can stay, and the Pombo Family certainly won't treat you poorly—if you have enough wizard talent, the Pombo Family can fully help you advance to become Formal Wizards. But if you don't do well, then I'm sorry, there will be plenty of people to replace you."
"Got it, understood." Brando patted his chest in assurance.
"I hope so." The burly wizard glanced at Brando, then at Richard, before turning and leaving.
Richard and Brando stood in the courtyard and waited.
Above them, the sun steadily drifted westward, and the shadows cast by the many objects on the ground stretched longer and longer.
After silently waiting in the courtyard for half an hour, with the sun nearly setting, Brando could no longer hold back. He leaned close to Richard and whispered, "Hey, why do you think the person in that room still hasn't woken up?"
"Are you in such a hurry to meet her?" Richard asked.
"A little. I'm curious what she actually looks like." Brando said, "I'd always heard about how impressive and special Miss Annie was, but I'd never seen her. It was always a regret."
"But just as that wizard said, Miss Annie doesn't have a very good temper. Aren't you afraid that if you meet her too soon, she'll torment you?"
"Probably not?" Brando curled his lip, somewhat dismissive. "I heard that she did things differently from ordinary people, but she's only seventeen this year, right? She's still just a girl.
In that case,