318 Mage's Crisis_1

Colin stepped off the horse-drawn carriage and immediately caught sight of the tall, gaunt figure in a silver mage robe leading the motorcade.

In truth, if not for his excuse to leave, Colin had no desire to meet with the chairman of the Mage Council.

To Colin, this old mage was too politically insensitive and somewhat myopic about the current state of affairs.

Perhaps it was because he spent too much time immersed in arcane research, and thus neglected other areas.

"Good day, Viscount Angler!"

"Good day, Mr. Ernest." Colin greeted jovially, his eyes roaming around, seemingly appreciating the sprawling scenery of the fields.

Ernest didn't mind Colin's slightly impolite behavior, instead, he asked, "May I have the honor to see the Duke?"

"I'm sorry, but the Duke is indisposed at the moment. You could speak to me about any request you have, and I will relay it for you."

Ernest sighed, seemingly understanding Vera's stance.