Gan Ning was not surprised by Professor Monteria's reply.
In fact, he had another purpose in consulting the professor about his stance again before this operation.
Taking the Parchment Scroll his companion handed over, he weighed it in his hand and felt the faint blood-colored glow emanating from it. A trace of satisfaction appeared on Gan Ning's face. Yet he still ignored his companion's serious business and answered on his own, "The Magic Ban Festival in the North District is livelier than those in other parts of Beta Town because North District people never used to need one... In this magical backwater, most residents are trick wizards. They spend most of their lives celebrating Magic Ban Festivals... So when they one day discover that they, too, need to celebrate one, the joy rising from the depths of their hearts is something outsiders can hardly understand... To put it in Mr. Alfred Adler's terms, this liveliness probably stems from some sort of compensatory psychology..."
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
His companion frowned, looking somewhat impatient. But his face seemed carved from granite; whether he frowned or looked annoyed, the expressions appeared thoroughly unnatural.
"I still prefer the way you look with a mask on. Your face-blurring magic is absolutely terrible." Gan Ning curled his lip, tucked the slender Parchment Scroll into his robe, shrugged, turned around, yanked open the rather narrow attic window, and shouted outside, "Woohoo! Everyone! Happy Magic Ban Festival! May my whole day be happy and smooth as well!"
A burst of noisy cheers and responses immediately rose from the street outside the window.
His companion stood stunned for a moment before coming to his senses. He lunged forward and yanked the wizard standing by the window behind him. After nervously peering outside a few times