Leo gave an ah and said, "Sorry, I don't really understand that. I only met Mentor Stofen yesterday."
Phylia sighed and said, "True. You've known Mentor Stofen for such a short time, so naturally you wouldn't notice anything. But I can clearly feel that Mentor Stofen seems to be troubled by something today."
Leo said, "I see..."
Leo could only echo him like that.
After all, he had only known Wizard Stofen for two days.
Asking him to point out the little details that revealed what Wizard Stofen was worrying about—he truly hadn't noticed any.
Phylia stared fixedly at Leo. Seeing that Leo's expression remained normal, he suddenly smiled and said, "Perhaps I'm overthinking it. Leo, don't tell Mentor Stofen about what I asked you today."
After parting ways with Phylia, Leo returned to the Esmond Gathering.
The moment Leo opened his door, he noticed that something was off.
A falcon with spread silver-white feathers was perched on the bed in Leo's room.
Leo studied the falcon, unable to keep himself from frowning.
This falcon was merely an ordinary wild beast, without a trace of spiritual energy on its body.
At that moment, a voice sounded in Leo's mind.
"Leo, it's me."
Hearing the voice, Leo could not hide his surprise. He said, "Mentor Stofen?"
"That's right, it's me. This falcon is a beast I raised. There isn't the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy on its body, so it can evade the surveillance of Wizard spells."
Leo pulled out a chair beside him and sat down. "Mentor Stofen, if you're speaking to me in such a troublesome way, then there must be something troublesome you need me to do, right? Please tell me. I guarantee I'll help you accomplish it."
Leo put on the attitude of a model student.
"Clever."