More than a dozen Sheffield University students seemed to have opened the floodgates of gossip and began recalling Charlot Mecklenburg.
Sophia Garland also remembered this "senior."
Indeed, Charlotte had not been famous at school, so when Sophia recalled those outstanding seniors, she could not remember anyone surnamed Mecklen. But once the man who had won over Gorgia University's West Wind Goddess was mentioned, not only Gorgia University but even Sheffield University students had long heard of him.
After all, Charlotte was their senior too, and many of the younger students felt honored by association.
The feeling was subtle, yet it swiftly gave the students a trace of firm trust in Charlotte.
Sophia Garland finally noticed that Charlotte's expression was somewhat unpleasant and hurriedly said, "So you're Senior Charlotte. We're willing to follow all of your commands."
Charlotte's heart stirred, and he asked, "I know some intelligence, but I have no way to get it into Strasbourg. If any of you can find a way to sneak back into Strasbourg and bring this information with you, I'm willing to help with all my strength."
"This time, the orcs have gathered more than a dozen Saint Rank Shaman Mages. They may use the Great Wind Spell to whip up dust and sand in an attempt to bury Strasbourg."
Sophia Garland was not surprised in the least upon hearing this. "Senior, if that's the news, there's no need to send it back to Strasbourg."
"Strasbourg has at least forty or fifty Saint Rank experts. A mere dozen or so Saint Rank orc Shaman Mages can't possibly stir up any trouble."
"Many Saint Rank experts can also withstand the orcs' wind-summoning spells."
Charlotte's face reddened slightly. His background was too humble; he truly had not known Strasbourg concealed so many Saint Rank experts, much