On Christmas night, after following Zheng Qing and Su Shijun to visit Sanyou Bookstore, Colmar became even more resolute about the choice she would make for her future.
That was why she had chosen this moment to come to Linzhong Lake and meet with the Merfolk Tribe elder.
After the final exams, First University was effectively on break. Most students and professors had left campus, and the School Guardian Formation had eased considerably, giving her great convenience—at the very least, within the range of her senses, she had detected no furtive watchers.
However, Professor Garcia seemed to have sensed the witch's purpose and showed a degree of resistance.
That was not enough to make the witch turn back.
"While I was at school, I audited your Merfolk Language lectures and benefited greatly from them." Colmar adopted the posture of a humble junior, which instead made Professor Garcia somewhat uneasy.
After all, he had always been known at school for being 'close' to wizards. There was no reason for him to put on airs before an Archwizard recognized by the Alliance.
"I'm sure there were benefits, but 'greatly' is unnecessary."
The old merfolk drew in his neck, a trace of helplessness in his voice. "I can roughly guess what you're thinking... but the Merfolk Tribe will not wave banners and cheer behind a group of weak North District Wizards, even if you are a distinguished Archwizard."
The witch frowned. "Can't we join forces and negotiate with First University or the Alliance? Among First University's four academies, there must be enough room to accommodate people like us at the margins..."
"No."
The old merfolk cut her off bluntly, shaking his head as he asked, "When have you ever seen two ants joining forces change the direction an elephant is walking? Together, our