"Twenty years, planar pioneering, a Second-level Wizard..."
The professor with the goatee repeated these words, his fingers halting their tapping.
A suffocating silence fell over the office.
Another subordinate spoke up in a low voice, "Professor, maybe... we should just drop this? A Golem Wizard with a history of planar pioneering surely has more than just this one. The flier said this was his 'second one.' If we keep this up—"
"Shut up."
The goateed professor's voice wasn't loud, but everyone immediately fell silent.
He was silent for a long time.
Then he slowly stood up, his gaze falling upon the document he had spent so much time meticulously preparing—the proposal to acquire shares in the New Western Education Group.
Profit analysis, administrative resource allocation, subtle pressure tactics—every step had been calculated to be watertight.
He rolled up the document and tossed it into the wastepaper basket in the corner of his desk.
"Back off."
He only said two words.
