The three people walking in front halted, and turned to look at Mag together.
"You're indeed Alex. You're already thinking about how to share the spoils while we are still thinking about how to solve the problem," Krassu lamented at Mag. "I was also this outrageous when I was young."
"No, you weren't." Urien shook his head. "You were the one who was getting beat up when you were young."
"Th-that was because I let them win." Krassu sounded weak instantly.
He had suffered quite a bit when he'd been creating close combat magic in his youth. He had been beaten by all the magic casters of his own age. The worst was that even the younger magic casters of the lower tiers could defeat him.
Let bygones… be bygones.
Mag raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't do this to flex. He simply wanted to complete his mission. However, since he had already said that, he could only put on a calm look.
