He Xi was momentarily speechless.
He had originally thought that nothing happening to Fletcher could possibly surprise him, but he had clearly underestimated the man's limits.
Causing something like that in that sort of situation was simply too wild.
At that moment, he could only be grateful that he was not a Wild Magic Sorcerer.
Tilting his head slightly, he glanced sideways at Zoya beside him.
If, that day in Scarlet Waterfall Alley, he had gotten carried away and turned her into a little silver squirrel—
He hurriedly cut off the horrifying image and turned to Dorick. "What happened afterward? Did the mayor... return to normal?"
"Polymorph doesn't last very long." Fivik took the ale handed over by a dwarf, only to frown after a small sip. Clearly, she had little interest in the stuff. "Given that he had only recently become a classed professional, I'd estimate it could have lasted no more than a few minutes."
"That's right, it really only lasted a minute." Dorick gulped down a mouthful, then exhaled contentedly. "But the whole town has basically heard about it by now. There are enough versions to keep bards running ten storytelling sessions! That old mayor was so mad afterward he nearly blew the roof off."
Brendan imitated the mayor's furious rage, lowering his voice as he said, "Forget marrying my daughter! If anyone dares mention that brat who can turn people into rats in front of me again, I'll mix him with rat poison and stuff him into the mine feed!"
"So where is he now? He hasn't given up?"
In He Xi's eyes, this was no longer something an apology could salvage—unless Fletcher could conjure up a gold mine as a betrothal gift.
It was not merely a matter of becoming the laughingstock of the entire