How Not To Salmon-- I mean, Solomon-- Err, Summon a Demon

"What is this?" 

A middle-aged man dressed in magister robes stared at the thing that his former student put on the table in front of him.

  "I got it from those people that attacked the Herman Manor last night," replied the younger mage.

A hint of surprise and disapproval flashed in his wise eyes.

  "Do they know you have this?"

He shook his head.

  "No, professor."

  "Hmm, alright," the magister sighed, "But you should not try to do this anymore."

  "I was just curious because of the battle last night. I didn't know that there were mages who commit terrorism," the younger mage defended.

  "The world is vast. Anything is possible."

Even now, there are still those who commit heinous acts that the rest of the world wouldn't know about. They are just being hidden in the dark.

  "But as I have said, don't do anything outside your duties. You are hired for protection services, and that's all you should do."