Deathstroke sighed when he saw that Deadpool had no reaction, looking somewhat dazed and foolish.
He stepped down from the throne. "Recess for an hour. Everyone can get something to eat or drink some tea. This world's culinary culture is quite well developed. Just tell the House-elves what you want."
The many mages left the conference room, perhaps heading to the cafeteria, perhaps to the restroom.
As they passed Deadpool, they gave the foul-smelling man probing looks, as if they wanted to dissect him.
The sharp gazes made Wade's asshole clench and relax, then relax and clench again. It was quite a workout.
But not all the mages left. Quite a few remained around Deathstroke, apparently intending to listen in on Wade's tragic situation.
No matter what Deadpool thought or how much his scalp tingled, Deathstroke would not give him time to back out. He began introducing the people around him to Wade, just as Deadpool had requested earlier.
"This is Khadgar, an astral mage and my student, from Dalaran, the academy city of Azeroth."
Deathstroke pointed at the young man beside him with short white hair. Wade could have guessed their relationship even without the introduction, because this smiling Great Mage wore full heavy armor and carried a greatsword on his back, in addition to a staff that looked like an oversized chicken drumstick.
Mages who did not look like mages were usually his cousin's students. Wade nodded to him and awkwardly said, "Nice to meet you."
Su Ming then pointed at the white-bearded old man beside him. "This is Master Elminster, the Great Sage of Shadowdale, from Faerûn. His advice was invaluable for the experiments involving the Spider Totem network."
Elminster still had his long pipe clenched between his teeth. Upon hearing the introduction, he merely stroked his