Elwin
“Your money or your life!”
William looked at the shouting apprentice with surprise and some disgust. He spoke after raising his hands. "Really? Is that all? With such a simple sentence?”
The blond-haired apprentice, holding a fireball in his hand, frowned. "What are you saying?"
William shook his head. Again, he realized that he had encountered people with an IQ below seventy. “I'm saying that your words are not motivating at all. It doesn't make me want to give my dimensional bag to you."
The young apprentice was startled. He thought later. 'Was that the reason why the apprentices we had ambushed in the previous time immediately ran away?'
Curiously, but cautiously, he asked William. “What do you think I should say?”
William smiled. He asked as he lowered his hands. “How can I address you?”
The blond-haired youth answered with a troubled expression. “… Tate ”