When she saw Augusta off, the expression on the seventh-level grand wizard's face made Benjamin unable to resist giving her a second look.
It was an expression difficult to describe with any precision.
Her brows were slightly raised, her eyes wider than usual, her lips pressed together—yet the corners of her mouth carried the faintest upward curve.
It was as though she had suddenly encountered something wholly beyond her expectations. Yet it was not a bad thing, only so absurd that she found it hard to accept. Augusta had probably only meant to casually offer a few pointers to her junior brother's disciple and go through the motions.
Who would have thought that this kid would visibly improve on the spot? It was outrageous enough to make even a seventh-level grand wizard wonder whether she had seen wrong.
After all, the Wizard System was not like the Immortal Cultivation System, where a moment of enlightenment could produce visible changes.
Augusta stared at Benjamin for two seconds. In the end, she said nothing, merely held her teacup, waved a hand, and turned to leave.
Only after watching her disappear into the distance did Benjamin return to the side of the flower bed.
Yet after his senior aunt's wake-up call, the faint irritation in his chest completely dissipated when he looked upon the banquet again. The banquet was still the same banquet, the same people still raised cups and traded drinks, and the performances of pleasantries, probing, and exchanging benefits had not changed in the slightest. But his mindset had changed.
After understanding the position these retired sixth-level wizards held within Wizard Civilization, Benjamin suddenly no longer felt that their power struggles were a meaningless waste of time.
On the contrary, these old fellows were not idling their days away. They were