Sunlight shone on the streets of Dalaran, and the violet light reflected from them left Karin a little dazed.
After more than half a year in Dalaran, he had finally escaped being "homeless."
In his little room at The Pig and the Whistle, he was packing his belongings bit by bit.
But a somewhat short figure sat on the floor, blocking his way.
Karin planted his hands on his hips and said rather helplessly, "Khadgar, could you let me pack these things and move them to the Violet Citadel before you take your time looking through them?"
"Oh, all right... Sorry, Karin!" came the casual reply.
Despite saying that, Khadgar actually only shifted slightly.
Karin sighed, stepped over Khadgar's legs, and went to sort the books on another shelf.
"Did you take all these notes yourself? They're so detailed!" Khadgar's voice came from behind him at an inopportune moment.
"Who else... Don't tell me you don't take notes when you study!" Karin said irritably.
"Of course I don't!" Khadgar raised his head as though that went without saying.
"Huh?"
"I just remember it all... Anything I want to remember, I only need to look at for a few seconds to memorize it completely!" Khadgar said smugly.
Karin's expression slowly darkened.
"Shut up!"
"Oh... All right..." Khadgar lowered his head and continued reading Karin's notes.
He's only fourteen, fourteen... Karin kept comforting himself inwardly.
Beating up an underage mage would land me in the Violet Hold!
A few minutes later, Khadgar spoke again.
"Karin, is this the 'little trick' you mentioned before, the one you used to beat me?"
Karin looked up. Sure enough, it was the page recording his notes on gunpowder!
Khadgar glanced over it. "So you used an alchemical product to increase the density of phlogiston in the