After Ronan's "self-introduction," the scene fell into a brief silence.
The five wizards of the Astronomical Society seemed to be silently pondering.
Ronan was in no hurry, waiting patiently.
After several breaths, a slim and small gray-haired young man from the Astronomical Society muttered softly, "…only Level 4..."
"You look down on Level 4? Aren't you Level 4?!"
Before Ronan could speak, Heather, beside him, had already fixed a knife-like gaze on the gray-haired young man and spoke with a cold sneer.
"No no..."
The gray-haired young man quickly shook his head, showing a tense and awkward demeanor not good at communicating with others, stammering to explain, "I mean..."
His voice trailed off as if he felt embarrassed to speak, "You only have two... two people..."
"So what?"
Heather retorted impatiently, "Two people are still stronger than you five pieces of trash!"
