"Order" was the foundation that allowed the Dean of the Edge to become a Side Door Legendary, and it was also where his Dao lay. This was no secret among Legendary Wizards. The Relevant Departments' establishment of a fourth division, "Order," had also been based on this.
There were no customers in the Cherry Blossom Tavern beneath the Night Veil.
Only a small cluster of white light, roughly the size of a fist, glowed above the bar, floating in midair.
To the left of the light sat the tavern's owner, Colma, the North District Great Sage. To its right sat a fat rat the size of a fist, wearing an exquisite Mage Robe and seated in a tiny yet spacious fragrant palanquin. Before it stood a wineglass far larger than its body, filled with golden Amber Light.
The fat rat was speaking.
It was the Rat Immortal.
It stretched out a slender claw and tapped the armrest of its fragrant palanquin. A ball of golden liquor leaped from the wineglass like a carp vaulting over the Dragon Gate, tracing an elegant arc through the air before finally landing in the Rat Immortal's mouth.
Then it smacked its lips, savoring the fragrance swirling in its mouth. Looking at the thoughtful witch, it added, "So, even though he has already become a Legendary Wizard, even though he is the dean of Edge Academy, he will still follow The Alliance's rules and regulations like an ordinary little wizard, submitting application forms to Danhaag..."
Colma grabbed the bottle of Siren Rum beside her and gulped down a large mouthful. A faint trace of blue liquid clung to the corner of her mouth.
"So what does that have to do with him refusing to let North District wizards participate in that Small World's ascension project?"