Hill Tests His Luck

Telly leaned against the bar, propping his chin up with one hand.

After looking around, he realized that perhaps because Hill had been too mild-mannered lately, some people were indeed starting to get restless.

It was just that these people clearly did not understand the strength of a Mage. Because of spell slots, many Mages had grown used to not striking first, but that also meant that once they did strike, they were killers.

No Legendary Mage would fail to keep a whole stack of status spells active on himself.

They were probably judging Hill's strength by those ordinary Mages who were only around level ten.

They simply had not been beaten enough.

Telly let out a breath. Even dragons like his mother, who had ruled the Northlands for many years, often faced provocations from fools who did not know their place. It was perfectly normal for someone to want to stir up trouble around Hill.

With Hill's sharp senses and magic arrays everywhere, he had probably noticed the unrest long ago. That was why he had so readily allowed Tyr's Holy Knights in.

It was not that he could not handle it. He simply did not want to waste his thoughts on such nonsense.

Although Hill often did not seem much like a Mage, when it came to making certain decisions, he was no different from those top-tier Mages.

His own time and wisdom were what mattered most. They were never worth wasting on such insignificant people.

No wonder his mother said that before Alustriel was a Mage, she was first the ruler of Silver Moon City and the Goddess of Magic's chosen.

Hill had become so powerful at such a young age. It was probably also because he did not waste energy on trivial matters like these. Telly