It turned out the two of them attended the same magic academy—the Sacred Magic Academy.
The Sacred Magic Academy was the most prestigious magic academy on the Sacred Continent, bar none.
Two months from now, a newly promoted Magister at the academy would be taking on his first disciple.
One had to know that there were only a dozen or so Magisters in the entire Sacred Continent.
A Magister's status was no lower than that of a king of a small duchy.
A peak existence such as a six-star Magister could even stand on equal footing with an imperial king.
And every opportunity to become a Magister's disciple was exceedingly rare.
In the past, the disciples of other Magisters had either been heirs to the thrones of great empires or exceptionally gifted youths.
Someone like Roel, whose talent did not truly rank among the geniuses and who was not a crown prince, had no such chance.
Yet this newly promoted Magister had given them an opportunity.
Because the new Magister was still fairly young, he placed greater importance on combat ability.
Thus, the academy was preparing to hold a competition. Whoever ultimately emerged victorious would become his first magic apprentice.
The reason Roel had come to Furnace Fortress was to seek a better staff and improve his chances of winning the competition.
He simply had not expected that he would not be the only one with that idea—that Cody would suddenly appear out of nowhere as well.
If Cody really snatched the first opportunity to have a staff forged, then Roel's trip would have been for nothing.
The competition was only two months away, and his schedule had already been extremely tight.
One month for Master Muer to forge the staff, then one month to travel back light and fast.