Chapter 5: Mage Patrick
The morning of the next day.
"Old man, everyone’s already here! Are you sure we’ll make it in time?" Lian’s voice was nervous.
The square was filled with all kinds of people. From the baker with his flour-stained apron to the strongest Knights, their battle-scarred armor gleaming, everyone seemed to be waiting for someone.
Despite the crowd, few Knights had any real hope of being chosen for the raid.
Most were here just to enjoy the event and see a mage in person.
"Hey, Torren, you here too? Don’t tell me you want to join the raid with those old bones of yours?" a sharp voice made Torren stop in his tracks.
Turning, the man saw a familiar face among the crowd.
"Jonny, how many times do I have to tell you I’m not old?! Because of you, even my son calls me that now."
Torren’s voice echoed across the square.
"Hey, kid, you’ve grown—" Jonny’s voice trailed off as he sensed the energy emanating from the young man.
"Heh, you got it, Jonny. Despite his young age, Lian’s already surpassed us."