A fat figure scuttled out from behind Merlin. It was one of the few Potential Wizards Merlin had known in Arcane City, Wizard Arrot.
Arrot's plump face was beaming fully, and he said, "It's been so long. Wizard Merlin is finally back."
"Yes, it's been decades…"
Merlin looked closely at Arrot, noticing that his Elemental fluctuations had already reached the Ninth-level. It looked like in the past years, Arrot's progress was not insignificant either.
"Huh? Wizard Merlin, you're no longer a Seventh-level Wizard?"
Arrot could not discern Merlin's current Spell Caster level, and could only sense that there seemed to be a faint oppressive feeling coming from Merlin, making him feel a sense of pressure.
"Arrot, Wizard Merlin's progress is much faster than yours. If I'm not mistaken, Wizard Merlin, you should be a Ninth-level Spell Caster now, right?"