Of course, Wester did not think his son had the ability or capability to win Carpenter's favor.
He still had high hopes for his son. Although he himself had grown accustomed to the comfortable life of lying flat, he did not want his biological son to be like him... At the very least, he had to try climbing. What if he made it over?
It was not as though Wester had never tried his hardest to climb that mountain. He simply knew his own limits.
Since this was a child in whom he had placed such great hopes, Wester would never allow his son to face any danger to his life.
Anyone reasonably clever in Black Mystery Tower could sense that Gilbert was still quite confident about his future.
That meant that even if he could not recover completely, he could at least hold on for another twenty or thirty years. And during that time, the rather gifted Russell would certainly become an Official Mage.
Thus, in the eyes of certain young male Mages, Carpenter truly was a prized catch.
Since everyone had eyes, anyone who dared to speak up and show an intention to pursue her was bound to have an unusual background. Either they were exceptionally talented Official Mages, or they had a high-ranking figure behind them.
How could such people possibly allow some pretty boy with nothing but a face to compete with them?
Even though the Mage Tower's tower masters had recently attached great importance to the safety of apprentices, none of them would speak up for the sacrifices made over something like this... In the world of Mages, anyone who could not even see the situation they were about to face would have died for nothing.
There was no way Wester would send his own