My Fireball Might Make You Kick The Bucket

Krassu and Amy's conversation once more caught others' attention.

Some customers had seen Amy use her magic on Sargeras. Even a lava demon was almost burnt by that little fireball, and now the old man will just sit there and won't move? Maybe he shouldn't let his guard down like that.

"Do you see the small purplish gold staff on his robe? If I remember right, only those who serve the Roth Empire have that on their robes," said a middle-aged human male, who was dressed like a businessman, in shock. He was staring at the old man's left shoulder, on which a pinky-sized staff in purplish gold was embroidered.

"Yes. This old magic caster serves the empire?" said his dinner companion, a little surprised as he gazed at the emblem. It was the highest honor for a human magic caster. No one dared to impersonate one.