"Alright Lisa, why bother talking to this moron?"
A handsome young magic apprentice stepped out from the side and lightly patted Lisa's ass in front of everyone.
Then he looked at Andrew: "Your way of taking down Grace just now was pretty good! But, Andrew, if you think this little trick could scare or surprise us, you're way too naive. As disciples of Master Humboldt, which of us doesn't have some tricks up our sleeves?
You know that guy Pete, right? Haha, at least I know, that guy is definitely not at just intermediate magic apprentice level, by the way, where is that kid... hasn't he shown up yet..."
Whatever this young magic apprentice said afterward, whatever Lisa said, and whatever the surrounding magic apprentices were giggling and discussing—
Andrew didn't listen.
"So, this is why you all find me funny?"
"It's not because after showing some of my strength, I told you not to proceed any further."
"But because I referred to the camp residents as... 'people'?"
