The Wheel of Fortune Turns!

What did it mean when the wheel of fortune turned?

This was it!

Not long ago, Verillion's disciple Corillion had tried to make Alvin submit with a cup of "Roaring Slush."

Now it was his turn.

Nearly the same act, with the same meaning: a test of obedience!

The difference was that Alvin had the confidence and courage to refuse. But as for him—Verillion let out a quiet sigh, a complicated look in his eyes,

and said softly, "His Highness Alvin, I beg you to help me reclaim the 'opportunity' stolen from us by the School of Fallen Zenith. I am willing to pay any price."

Unlike Corillion,

Verillion could take a loss. Since he had already bowed his head, he might as well bow it all the way. There was no point in inviting more trouble over a little "dignity."

"Even your loyalty?"

Alvin tapped the table, a playful look on his face as he gazed at Verillion with a faint, teasing smile.

He was testing him.

Testing to see where this cunning Blood Magus's bottom line lay, and what he was willing to pay for this "opportunity"!

"Yes."

Verillion nodded without hesitation, without even taking time to think. "If you can reclaim the 'opportunity,' then even if the price is for twelve Blood Magi of the School of Heavenly Condemnation and Retribution—including me—to submit to you, so be it!"

"What nerve!"

Even Alvin couldn't help being impressed by the old man's audacity.

To be willing to submit to a human for this "opportunity" was extraordinary, nearly unthinkable for the proud Aeldari. Yet Verillion had agreed without a second thought.

"Please don't doubt my resolve, His Highness Alvin." Seeing Alvin's astonishment, Verillion's lips curled slightly, and he felt much better. "As I said, if you can reclaim that 'opportunity'