"You know, you shouldn't be here," said the middle-aged male wizard, looking at Bobbobovic, his voice slightly hoarse.
"Actually, that's what I was thinking—you shouldn't be here either," Bobbobovic responded.
"But it doesn't matter now," the middle-aged wizard continued, "Since you are here, don't think about leaving."
"Ha," Bobbobovic voiced as he looked at the middle-aged wizard, "Are you sure? Right now, I want exactly the opposite of what you want, I really want to leave this place. And you absolutely cannot stop me."
"Really?" the middle-aged wizard, staring intently at Bobbobovic for a while, scoffed, "You seem to be a Level One Wizard, and I am a Second-Level Wizard. Do you really think I can't stop you?"
"Who told you I'm a Level One Wizard?" Bobbobovic countered, looking up, "I'm merely disguised as a Level One on the surface, but in fact, I am a Third-Level Wizard!"
