Many people stared at Dole's spot, then at the books in his hands, muttering to themselves. Was this man some high-ranking member of the Alliance? How many magic crystals and contribution points would that take?!
In the wizarding world, knowledge was power—there was no doubt about that. But knowledge was also money. Without money or points, the books they could exchange for and read were pitifully few. How could they be like Dole, casually flipping through book after book without any administrator coming to question him?
At first, everyone in the hall took it for granted, assuming he was some big shot. But after a while, someone could no longer hold back.
What big shot? This was a golden thigh to cling to.
The male wizards had no such means and could only sigh. Some of the pretty witches, however, began to stir restlessly. If they could just wrap themselves around this golden thigh, wouldn't they have everything?
Dole's mental power was powerful enough that, even while reading, he took in everything around him. He had nearly finished the books on this floor and was about to leave for the floor above.
And the floor above belonged to another class of people entirely, utterly out of place with those on this floor.
That was the hierarchy among wizards: layer upon layer of knowledge, layer upon layer of strength, dividing people into countless ranks.
After Dole finished every book on this floor, he rose gracefully and casually gave a greeting. Someone naturally came over to return the books to their original places.
He slowly made his way to the stairway, not sparing a glance in any other direction as he headed straight upstairs.
At the stairway, the protective array seemed not to affect him at all. Dole did not pause even