Old Delong reached up to wipe the tea foam from his beard, coughed twice, and said, "Well, have you studied illusions?"
"Yes. A senior of mine was deeply accomplished in that field. I studied at his side for a while and benefited greatly."
Kallen had slipped up earlier. Now, he could only do his best to patch things up.
Fortunately, his instinctive counterattack had only produced the Chains of Order. If anything of the light attribute had come out, the situation would have been very awkward now-perhaps even dangerous.
Old Delong nodded. "You have a chance of making that list of twelve."
Just then, Richard slowly came around. Turning to see Kallen kneeling beside him, he asked in confusion, "Was I really not dreaming just now? Or am I still dreaming?"
Why did he keep seeing Kallen in his half-asleep daze today?
"Richard."
"Grandpa."
"Go upstairs."
"We're done for today?"
"Yes."
Richard stood up excitedly, and Kallen rose as well. Just as the two were about to turn and head upstairs, Old Delong's voice came from behind them.
"Richard, go up by yourself. Kallen, stay."
"Huh?" Richard froze, looking at his grandfather, then at Kallen.
"This is about as far as you can go. Even scraping onto York City District's list of five would take luck. I thought that would be a pretty good result, good enough not to disgrace our Guman Family.
"But Kallen has the ability to aim for that final list of twelve."
Hearing this, Richard immediately said, "I told you Kallen could do it. You were the ones who didn't believe me."
Then Richard smiled at Kallen. "Stay here. Grandpa's giving you private lessons. Hehe, this is a great opportunity. Make the most of it. Good luck!"
Richard had never been selfish when it came to