Iver was still feeling pretty embarrassed.
But after the thought "Now that's classy" involuntarily surfaced in Sine's mind, everyone turned complicated looks toward the solemn yet arrogant old mage.
The old man looked as if his nostrils were pointing at the sky. Aside from Iver, Bard, and the others, he was even too lazy to speak with anyone else. Naturally, people kept their distance from this chief mage of some Mage Tower. After all, no one would knowingly walk up to someone who looked down on them just to be insulted.
And now...
Compared to this, even the fact that "the Insect Amber Master likes shiny things" seemed perfectly normal.
At that moment, Iver saw the old mage turn red as if he had overheated.
So red, like a boiled shrimp...
That thought surfaced in Iver's mind, and he hurriedly redirected his attention elsewhere. How did they get within the affected area? Did they come to save me?
"Yes, yes!"
Little Cat hurriedly said, "Because Mr. Sine said there were many traps here... We still needed professionals to deactivate the traps or troubleshoot the problems. It's our duty. We can't hide behind everyone else..."
Ugh, but I still didn't want to come. This old man is so scary...
Little Cat's inner voice surfaced.
Compared with polished language, "what was in one's heart" was always more direct.
After all, it was merely a thought surfacing in the depths of one's mind.
2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19...
At that moment, however, Sine showed no reaction whatsoever.
The cold sound of counting rang out continuously through the space.
Sine rapidly counted prime numbers in his mind. In the blink of an eye, he had reached 149. His counting completely drowned out the entire space, making it impossible to hear anyone