Chapter 187: Storm Brewing

Outside the small shop, the cold winds were biting, and the winter day was chilly.

Inside the small shop, two short, plump wizards stood facing each other, eyeing each other suspiciously.

The wizard standing on the left was alone, draped in a black robe embroidered with the emblem of the Trident Sword, his face bearing the distinctive arrogance of a staff member from a powerful department.

The wizard standing on the right was surrounded by four or five figures, including a wizard with black hair and narrow eyes and pale skin, a wizard who was slender and had a spirited look, and another wizard wearing a yellow robe with brown and white hair.

But regardless of their differences, the short, plump wizards on both sides shared one common feature—their equally short and plump statures.

Oh, and they were both named Andrew.

"Well, this is Andrew, a commissioner of the Trident Sword, and also a good friend of Mr. Thomas,"