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 elders of the Merfolk Tribe.
After the final exams, First University was effectively on break. Most students and professors had left campus, and the School Guardian Formation had relaxed considerably, which gave her great convenience—at least within the range of her senses, she had not detected any furtive watchers.
Professor Garcia, however, seemed to have guessed something about the witch's purpose and displayed a certain 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 put on the full bearing of a respectful junior, which instead made Professor Garcia somewhat ill at ease.
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.
"There may have been some benefit, but 'greatly' is quite unnecessary."
The old merfolk shrank his neck, his tone carrying a trace of helplessness. "I can roughly guess what you are thinking... but the Merfolk Tribe will not follow behind a group of weak North District Wizards, waving banners and shouting slogans, 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 for us outsiders..."
"No."
The old merfolk cut her off bluntly, shook his head, and asked, "When have you ever seen two ants working together change the