Matthew Callan returned to the pitch-dark study. With a slight stir of his thoughts, a flame quietly rose from the candle on the candlestick, illuminating the desk covered with books, a pen rack, an ink bottle, and a brass moon model.
He opened the cabinet.
He took out a bottle of wine and a goblet, tore open a blood pack, mixed himself a drink with red wine, and after taking a small sip, walked behind the desk. He pushed aside the books before him, clearing out a patch of space just large enough for a sheet of letter paper.
Then he took a stack of stationery from the drawer.
On the pen rack, a red feather pen had long since impatiently leaped into the ink bottle, greedily drinking up the ink. Its originally pale-red feather visibly darkened to a deep crimson.
"—Dear Mr. Mike Jin Sephrano."
With a wineglass in one hand and the other resting on the letter paper, Matthew watched the feather pen hopping and writing across the page with slightly tipsy eyes, carefully weighing his words:
"I was delighted to receive the Xiangqi Hunting Team's invitation. It is my honor to become a member of the Xiangqi Hunting Team. I have heard that the Xiangqi Hunting Team has successfully established a stronghold in a Meso World, and I offer my heartfelt congratulations. As the saying goes, 'A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.' When Sager Rayne conquered the Para World, he too led a hunting team that had only just left campus, beginning with a small-town outpost of merely a few hundred people..."
Every First University student knew this case when tackling reading-comprehension questions in Modern Magic History. Sager Rayne was also the true idol of many young wizards. Unlike Su Shijun, who