Aaron was on his way there now.
But his excitement kept rising, and soon he found himself walking faster, then finally breaking into a run.
"Hah, hah, hah…"
His breathing grew ragged.
When he reached the stairwell, just two floors below the very top where Mr. Vundo lived, even Aaron had to slow down.
He dragged his legs up step by step, panting.
Why did the old man live all the way at the very top, anyway? Perhaps that was why he remained so full of energy even at his age—because climbing these stairs forced him to exercise every day.
At last, Aaron arrived and knocked on the heavy door.
Come to think of it, this was probably the first time he had ever visited the master's private chambers.
Normally, Aaron had met him in the Guildmaster's office, inside the building next to the tower, where the Central Magic Association was headquartered.
But today, Aaron couldn't wait.
