Frostfire Sword
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Aldwin had been waiting outside the smithy for a long while by the time the two had come.
The President, who had always been calm and composed, was quite different today. There was anxiety all over his aged face; his moping disposition made it really hard for people to relate him with the strongest mage in Felan. At present, Alanna was pacing around anxiously with his hands behind his back. He did not look like the President of the Alanna Guild of Magic, but rather like an ant crawling on a hot pot.
It was not until Macklin and Lin Li's figures appeared at the other end of the corridor that Aldwin finally showed a somewhat relieved expression on his face.
"Sorry to trouble you, Felic." The President came forward with an apologetic smile on his face.
"It's nothing." Lin Li smiled. He was not unhappy; this concerned the future of the guild, after all. He'd most likely be like Aldwin if he were to be in the latter's position.