บท 465: The Magister of Magic's hands

Upon hearing the name, he abruptly stopped and launched himself inside a room, shattering the door into pieces in a cacophony of crunching noises.

"WHAT?!"

Leaning against the wall, he roared his confusion.

Everything made sense now. Durgrim didn't base his theories on the genius'. It had been him all along. That's why he asked him to revive his name.

'And like a fool, I did! That's where my uneasy feeling came from. Durazmarn will brand me a wanted criminal and hunt me down!'

He gulped at the thought, holding his lowered forehead.

Then, he smirked.

'I won't need to return using their means, anyway.'

Indeed, he had set up a teleportation circle. Therefore, he would hop into their territory, save the dwarves and return to the college before anyone noticed him.

"Let's check what I fought so hard for before returning."