Withered Flow District. The streets here were deathly silent; even the mages inside those large houses showed little activity.
Aolain sat silently in his chair, staring at the street outside the window, impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Tap, tap, tap...
The familiar sound of his assistant's boots rang out. This time, the footsteps were more hurried, as though something urgent had happened.
"Aolain, there's big news."
Aolain turned expressionlessly toward his assistant, his face utterly unmoved.
"It's about the Territory Mages."
Aolain's eyes blinked reflexively, but he quickly regained his composure.
The expression on his assistant's face did not ease in the slightest because of Aolain's reaction. Seeing that Aolain did not seem particularly interested, he directly handed him a new document.
"A sixth Territory Mage has appeared in the Wall District..."
The moment Aolain saw the first half of the headline, his brows knitted tightly. He immediately looked up at his assistant.
"Isn't that perfectly normal? Why bring something like that to me?"
"Are you trying to remind me of my failure?"
His assistant froze for a moment before finally understanding what Aolain meant. He did not know whether to laugh or cry as he explained,
"Aolain, you've misunderstood. Read the rest and you'll see."
Aolain lowered his head again and looked at the second half of the headline. His pupils contracted sharply as his gaze fixed on it.
"This may be the last Territory Mage the Wall District can produce."
Aolain's furrowed brow relaxed, only for confusion to arise immediately afterward. What kind of logic was that?
"On a Territory Knight's territory, aside from the local lord, other knights can also rely on that territory to advance to Formal Rank."
"However, this kind of shortcut advancement has limitations. Setting aside the time requirement, the Wall District