Hill lay back lazily on the sofa and began drawing on Gilbert's memories.
He soon realized there was actually nothing he needed to pay much attention to.
Even Gilbert might not recognize his Tower Master teacher from several hundred meters away... even if that person was wearing the formal robes reserved for Tower Masters.
How could he recognize a teacher he had only met three times in several decades unless they were standing right in front of him?
Instead, Hill needed to remember a few ordinary Mages who handled the Mage Tower's daily affairs, though it would not matter much even if he got them wrong.
After all, Gilbert was directly descended from the Tower Master. It was understandable for him to hold his chin a little higher.
Even though everyone knew he did not live particularly well, those from the same teacher's lineage might not care what Gilbert himself did, but they cared deeply about how others treated him.
Everyone understood that even the most useless fellow disciple was still part of their own faction. They could never give outsiders the impression that anyone among them could be bullied. Once there was a first time, there would inevitably be no end to it.
So Gilbert's life looked difficult, but if he could accept it, it was actually not too bad.
Of course, perhaps it was also because he had truly handed over everything his teacher wanted. Once that teacher confirmed it, he was fairly satisfied with Gilbert and willing to acknowledge his identity.
Combined with Gilbert's innate pride, he could not be bothered to associate with the ordinary Mages who whispered about him behind his back... After all these years in the Black Mystery Tower, he truly had no friends and scarcely even any acquaintances.
No wonder the Hainalson