Arrangements were made.
The meeting began.
The meeting ended.
…
The next day, in the afternoon.
In the basement, middle-aged Warlock Joseph and the old Wizard Shamman appeared again.
Joseph stood in front of the desk, holding a very expensive-looking Crystal Box motionless, as if pondering something.
Shamman stood beside him, holding his breath and waiting, fearing he might disturb Joseph.
After a while, Shamman could hold his breath no longer and somewhat impatiently spoke out, "Mr. Joseph, may I ask how your meeting with the two Wizards from Jialan City went?"
"Well, about that," Joseph returned to his senses and gently placed the Crystal Box on the desk, turned to look at Shamman, and pondered, "The meeting went well—at least better than I had imagined. I could tell that the one named Richard, and the one with the strange name, Bobbobovic, were both concealing their abilities, not your average Wizards.
