How About We Discuss A Deal

After completing the level certification for everybody, it was nearly midnight, and it took Lin Li late into the night to settle the accommodations for the mages before he could go and rest himself. He walked down the stairs back to his bedroom as he complained to himself that it was no wonder that old fellow Gerian had tried to con him into becoming the President of Jarrosus' Guild of Magic—this position was not an easy one indeed…

"Mage Felic…" Who knew that somebody would appear in the guild hall.

Lin Li turned around, and realized that the person who called him was Old Salatt's son, the thug from Doland. Lin Li could not help feeling puzzled for a moment. "Garso, is anything the matter?"

"I…" Garso opened his mouth to speak, looking hesitant.