Beta Town, Pedestrian Street.
Wander Bar.
Inside a secluded reception room on the second floor.
Sephrano stood behind a small bar, picking a bottle from the wine cabinet behind him. The bottle held a grass-green liquid. Even without heating, it kept bubbling away.
The reception room was not large, but it was fully equipped with a jujube-wood wine cabinet, an exquisite bar, a glass coffee table, a spacious dragon hide sofa, a long-pile Persian rug, and high-quality firefly bugs hanging on the dragon blood vines between the walls and ceiling.
Compared to the firefly bugs outside the reception room, the ones here were far superior in both size and brightness. Moreover, they were quieter, knowing how to honestly cling to their spots and suck the vine juice instead of crawling around on the vines and affecting the lighting effect.
Sephrano was entertaining a guest.
Namely, classmate Arthur Ness, who was currently sitting anxiously behind the glass coffee table.
Although many people in the school felt that Arthur Ness was an idiot—in fact, he was just a little "rash"—that did not mean he lacked a brain.
As a senior student who had stayed at First University for two years, and as the heir of a minor family, Arthur Ness might have lacked talent in magic, but his instincts in certain areas were very sharp.
For instance, regarding self-positioning.
Admittedly, he sometimes felt he was quite somebody, but this confidence was mainly directed at wizards with no background or commoner origins, or those greenhorns who had just enrolled for a little over half a year. Even stumbling twice at the hands of Zheng Qing did not consume much of this confidence.
After all, students like Zheng Qing were few and far to begin with—how many students had their wands listed in the