Roland really wanted to turn around and leave.
This tone sounded too much like classic fraud.
"I'll just take a peek, I won't go inside."
"I'll just step in a little, not taking much."
...
The scammer's trick is like this, not afraid of you not falling for it, just afraid you won't come.
Yet he hesitated for a second, still tied his horse at the door, and headed towards the Magic Association.
If you don't want to come, just don't come at all.
Since you're here, don't be a turtle hiding head.
When he reached the association's gate, the heavy door slowly opened, and a small delicate demonic puppet guide appeared before him.
"Honored Traveler, please follow me."
"Are you here to take the magical aptitude test?" Roland asked curiously, although he knew this was a necessary procedure.
"There is no test, it's Master Anthony who wants to see you."
It seems that the one who called out to him through soul transmission was Mr. Anthony.
