"With your help, we got in touch with Dr. Duzem..."
Hearing this, the witch finally could not hold back any longer and shouted, "What do you mean, with our help? I don't even know any Doctor or whatever, okay? We're just little wizards doing a few small experiments in the North District... You can't be so unreasonable!"
From Rat Immortal's description, she could already tell that Dr. Duzem was a "taboo" figure to First University. The North District already had more than enough trouble on its hands, and she had absolutely no desire to get mixed up in outside disputes.
"You're not little at all," Rat Immortal chuckled. "You're a genuine Archwizard now. An Archwizard must take on the responsibilities of an Archwizard."
Colmar dearly wanted to stuff the rat in front of her into her wineglass and let him make negative-distance contact with the ice inside, so he could sober up properly—what the hell did he mean by an Archwizard's responsibilities? Did taking the blame count too?!
The only reason she did not do it immediately was because she still had enough sense left.
This Big Rat was too powerful. She could not beat him.
Ignoring the witch's fierce inner struggle, Rat Immortal continued at an unhurried pace. "We contacted Dr. Duzem and asked him to help refine a new 'Artificial God.' We plan to slip into the Black Prison while the school is at war with the demons and snatch two Mystic Yellow Fruits..."
Colmar felt dizzy.
She raised the wineglass in her hand, poured the last of the jade-green liquor and the two remaining chunks of ice into her mouth, then crunched down hard.
But even under the double stimulation of Green Bee and ice, she still felt as though she could not breathe.
There was far