Chương 177: 177)Prophecy Mage Locket*

"Pappous! Pappous! Grandfather ….grand .." his voice came to a stuttering halt as he felt rough hands grip his robes from behind, yanking him out of the purple ivy-covered foxhole. Rixhard gripped him and watched with an emotion mixed with amusement and irritation, as the scrawny 8-year-old thrashed around trying to free himself. The other students gathered around to watch the little one who would find genius ways to hide from almost all the teachers at the School of Ankar.