Speak of the devil, and he appears.
The two young vampires of the Callan Family had just mentioned Mike Jin Sephrano in the lounge. As they walked out, Matthew immediately spotted the Fat Wizard standing at the end of the corridor.
Considering his identity, Matthew Callan had made up his mind to ignore the Fat Wizard.
But Sir Friedman did not seem to agree:
"If you have to face an opponent much stronger than you, the first thing you must do is let him know that you respect him. That way, even if you fail to reach an agreement, you will still have a good chance of retreating unharmed."
"In private, you can quietly consider what kind of curse to use on him without leaving a trace. In public, you should embrace each other like old friends."
"So, greet him now, cousin."
Sephrano was not alone.
Standing beside him was a young wizard of a similar build, though slightly shorter, whose robe had no trim. It was Andrew Taylor from Quebec. The young wizard had a colorful Magic Ring on every finger, and his face wore a defiant expression. Even when he looked at Sir Friedman, there was little respect in his eyes.
Compared to him, Sephrano was far more cautious.
"Good evening, Mike." Sir Friedman gave the Fat Wizard, who was passing by, a slight nod.
"Good evening, Sir." Sephrano tugged at the excess flesh beside his cheeks and returned the greeting with equal difficulty.
Sir Friedman turned slightly to the side. Matthew Callan stepped forward, pressed one hand to his abdomen, and bowed slightly. "May Merlin bless you, sir."
Sephrano showed no expression and merely nodded lightly.
Throughout the entire exchange, Andrew Taylor remained huddled in the shadows at the back corner of the wall, as