Deep Prison Plain

Suye lowered his head, speechless.

At first, he had thought Andre was not only talented but hardworking. Later, however, he discovered that Andre's talent was actually even better than his own, while his diligence was merely at the level of an ordinary noble student—he could not even reach the average standard of Plato Academy.

Suye advanced faster than Andre, yet even without entering the Thinking Hall, his grasp of basic magic already surpassed Andre's.

When Andre had been captured, his magical ability had only reached the Silver level. He had only a vague understanding of many Golden magic array diagrams.

Especially over the past two years, Andre's path had clearly become unbalanced.

Andre's direction was not actually wrong. The problem was that he only focused on running forward and had forgotten to build a solid foundation.

Neither foundations nor direction could be neglected.

"The mages' attitude is clear to you. Mages have always wanted to assassinate you, but we resolved every attempt. Yet the Revenge Temple seems to have grown increasingly cold toward you." Cromwell spoke slowly.

Suye's thoughts raced. Cromwell was right. Both the mages and the Revenge Temple had begun distancing themselves from him. More importantly, however, what was Cromwell's intention?

Why had he sought out Andre?

"I feel very lost. I don't know whether you could point me toward a path." Andre raised his head and looked at Cromwell expectantly.

Cromwell smiled and said, "It's good that you can think this way. Once you reach Deep Prison, you can make your own choice."

Andre looked confused, his gaze unfocused.

Cromwell appeared even more benevolent.

Suye cursed inwardly. Fortunately, he had studied drama extensively under Niedern. Otherwise, he really would not have been able to keep acting.

Cromwell said nothing more. Suye merely kept his head lowered, constantly