"Please wait a moment." Yavi suddenly raised his hand to interrupt with a firm voice, "To make such a decision, I must first seek the opinion of master Sicco Jett. After all, he recommended me to study with teacher Loriess."
"Interesting." He suddenly grinned, showing his jagged teeth, "Do you know why the second battle will allow you to capture King Poviss's youngest son?"
Yavi frowned. "You mean... this is all a trap?"
Peter walked slowly to the window. It was already dark outside the window, and the moonlight coated his rounded silhouette with a layer of silver. "Sicco Jett didn't teach you? Politics is like playing chess. Sometimes you need to sacrifice a few chess pieces." He turned around with a chilling smile on his face, "Poviss The king has three sons, and the little prince... happens to be the one he dislikes the least."
"Impossible!" Jace slammed the case and stood up, "No one would take their own flesh and blood..."
"Quiet, young man." Peter waved his staff gently, and Jace's voice suddenly disappeared. He could only open his mouth in vain, "This is why you are more suitable to be a knight, not a politician."
Peter walked back to the center of the room, the candlelight casting a dancing shadow on his round face. "Back to the topic. That assassin? It's just the death struggle of the little prince's faction." He sneered, "What a pity, the moment you appear, their efforts are doomed to be in vain."
Yavi's brows furrowed more and more tightly. "I still don't understand why we have to go to all this trouble..."
"The price, young man, everything is a price." Peter suddenly hit the ground hard with his staff, causing the teacup to jingle. "Do you think the little prince was captured by you by chance? No, it was a trap set up just for you! And the price..." He leaned closer to Yavi, his breath carrying a strange herbal smell, "It will be borne by your beloved teacher Sicco Jett and the entire faction behind him."
Yavi's hands clenched tightly, and his knuckles turned white. "You mean... from the first time I cast magic on the battlefield..."
"Finally I figured it out!" Peter clapped exaggeratedly, and the metal rings made a crisp sound when they collided. "On the day you defeated Iron Tread Camp with magic, Council of Sorcerers received the report. As usual..." He made a gesture of wiping his neck, "A wild wizard like you won't live long."
The temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly. Herbert unconsciously put his arms around Maya's shoulders.
"But the investigation found that there are Sicco Jett and Loriess standing behind you..." Peter suddenly turned around, his robe flying, "Now things get interesting. You are alive, you are much more valuable than you are dead." He opened his arms exaggeratedly, "So there was this wonderful performance - the little prince 'happened' to appear on the front line, his supporters 'happened' to send someone to assassinate you, and you 'happened' to show off your power..."
Yavi's pupils shrank violently. "So all this... is to deal with the teacher and the others?"
"Clever!" Peter snapped his fingers, sparks bursting out from his fingertips, "Now you finally understand why I said your hesitation will kill you, right?" He suddenly lowered his voice, "Black Mamba can change his mind at any time and make this fake show real..."
Yavi's face was horribly gloomy, and the veins on his forehead were beating faintly. He slowly raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Master Peter, what should I... do now?"
Peter slowly adjusted the cuffs of his robe. "It's very simple. Before Sicco Jett's faction abandons you, become an official warlock as soon as possible." He suddenly leaned over, his round face almost in front of Yavi, "Do you think your teacher can dominate the organization with one hand? Wrong, kid. Every decision must be voted by Council of Elders."
The room was eerily quiet, with only the occasional crackle of firewood in the fireplace.
"If the demands made by Black Mamba are unacceptable to the organization behind Sicco Jett..." Peter straightened up and lightly scratched his throat with his fingers, "It is not ruled out that they will draw a clear line with you. By then..." He showed a ferocious smile, "You will really become a wild wizard waiting to be slaughtered."
Herbert stood up suddenly. "Master! Isn't there..."
"Shut up!" Peter waved his staff, Herbert seemed to be pushed back to his seat by an invisible hand, "I'm teaching your stupid son how to save his life!" He turned to Yavi and said His anger suddenly softened, "But... even if you are treated as an outcast, at least your family will not be implicated. What Black Mamba wants is just to attack Sicco Jett's faction, and is not interested in a few country nobles."
Yavi took a deep breath and looked at Peter firmly. "Master Peter, how do I officially join Academy of Sorcerers?"
Peter rubbed his round chin, a look of memory flashed in his eyes. "Under normal circumstances, it is enough to have your teacher's guarantee." He suddenly sighed, "But in your current situation... I am afraid you have to go through the highest standard process."
"Highest specification?"
"It requires five high-level warlocks to jointly guarantee it." Peter raised five chubby fingers, "And it must be a formal member recognized by the academy." His expression became serious, "To be honest, this is difficult."
Yavi frowned. "Why?"
"First of all, the organization behind Sicco Jett may not be willing to publicly support you." Peter paced and explained, "This is equivalent to handing a knife to Black Mamba, giving them the opportunity to open their mouths."
"So who can I count on now?"
"Sicco Jett I will definitely support you. Although that woman Loriess has a weird temper, she won't stand idly by." Peter suddenly showed a weird smile, "Plus me... there are three people."
Yavi looked up in surprise. "Are you willing to help me?"
"Humph, who made me and that old guy Sicco Jett be roommates?" Peter waved his hand, a trace of unnaturalness flashed on his face, "The fourth candidate... Sicco Jett had a student in the early years who was in a very similar situation to you. He also turned from a witcher to a warlock. As long as Sicco Jett opens his mouth, he shouldn't refuse."
"What about number five?"
Peter's face suddenly became embarrassed. "This is the most difficult part. Loriess that woman..." He curled his lips, "She thinks she is noble and has almost no friends in the college."
Peter looked at him meaningfully, "So it is almost impossible to get support from the Loriess line."
The firewood in the fireplace suddenly burst out with a few sparks. Yavi took a deep breath, and his voice was drier than expected. "Then... what should I do now?"
"First of all," Peter stood up from the chair, his robe carrying the smell of mint tobacco, "I'm sorry to inform you, kid, your winter vacation has ended early." He suddenly turned back as he walked towards the door, his eyes reflecting the firelight of the fireplace, "I'm going to talk to Sicco Jett and Loriess. As for you -"
"Wait for my news here," Peter added as he turned the door handle, "Oh, by the way, kid, I'll give you a piece of advice, don't try to use your more than twenty years of life to fight against those old monsters that have lived for hundreds of years, otherwise you won't even know how to die."