A puzzled, slightly scared expression appeared on Wendy's face.
Taking a few steps back, her brain's initial response was to run away as she didn't want to talk to these weird strangers who specifically asked for her.
However, just when she was about to sneak away, Dean Privett grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to the people from Gold Wing Spellcaster Shop.
She tried to subtly struggle with an awkward expression on her face but how could she escape from an ex-diamond-ranked adventurer like Dean Privett?
"No worries" replied Dean Privett with a wide smile on her face, "We still have an hour and a half of lunch break so you can have a quick talk with Wendy."
Hearing the Dean's words, Wendy felt that she had been sold off to hooligans.
She shot a pitiful look towards Shye, asking for help. Her way off the mark alarm bells ringing at maximum output inside her head.
