(120 had the wrong time set.)
After Carter retreated, Charles gathered up the spoils, and it was already night.
This was the third night.
There was not much time left in the Trial Plane.
It was not merely that time was running out; there were not many living wizard apprentices left either.
By now, there were very few living wizard apprentices who had not yet obtained ten Trial Vouchers.
As far as the eye could see, there were white points of light ringed with golden halos.
Beyond Charles's white point of light, there were already six rings of light.
One look at such people told you they were not to be trifled with.
Now, whenever apprentices saw Charles heading in their direction, their first thought was no longer to seize the potions in his hands.
Instead, they turned tail and ran in the opposite direction.
Under such circumstances, Charles could hardly chase them down. For one thing, they ran for all they were worth, making them genuinely difficult to catch.
The distance between them might have already been ten or twenty kilometers. It would have been manageable if he had a mount.
Without one, relying on two legs to run like this, even if he ran his legs thin, Charles would not be able to kill many of them.
So by now, Charles had simply left it to fate.
When the gray mist of night appeared, there was not even a single point of light around Charles. They had no idea how far they had run.
Even when the area had shrunk to its final size, no apprentice came to where Charles was to shelter from the gray mist.
Inside Isata's main tower.
Several wizards were chatting.
One wizard said, "The time is almost up. Looks like this time's