Ronan did not refuse, and the two of them took advantage of the morning light to stroll out of the tribe. They happened to encounter the returning barbarians from the night watch, each of whom looked at Ronan with a shocked and strange gaze, yet Andre was oblivious.
Andre seemed to have hurried through the night, with remnants of unmelted ice debris on his bear fur coat.
The two left the tribe, and the far-reaching ice field was bathed in gold under the rays of the rising sun, everything appearing silent and beautiful.
"Can I ask you a question, Damien?"
Andre suddenly spoke.
"Go ahead."
"Right now..."
Andre looked seriously into Ronan's eyes and said, "Are you already a second-level wizard?"
Ronan blinked, and Andre quickly added, "If you feel offended, you don't have to answer.
It's just a guess, Nicole told me about your meeting yesterday.
