"Why are you so flustered? This is quite unbecoming," Dean Bruce said calmly. "Collect yourself and explain to me what exactly has happened."
In the past, Prolo Hawthorne would have obediently listened, but now he rushed forward, grabbing Dean Bruce's hand and exclaimed excitedly, "Teacher, can you please save my grandfather?"
At this statement, Dean Bruce's pupils involuntarily constricted. While his expression remained calm, he was quite surprised inside.
Prolo Hawthorne's grandfather was the Vice President of the Magic Guild, one of the top-tier powerhouses. Why would he need Dean Bruce to save him?
What kind of trouble had the Magic Guild encountered?
Deep in thought, Dean Bruce waved his hand, signaling the nearby servants to step away for the time being, and then asked, "Take your time and tell me what has happened."