Roland's gaze fell on the parchment scroll glowing with a faint silver light, and a profound confusion flickered in the depths of his eyes.
He didn't understand.
'Why would this Wizard extend an olive branch to me?'
Under the strict concealment of the Shadow Veil, the Spiritual Power fluctuations he currently projected were barely stronger than an ordinary person's.
It just barely met the standard of a common Extraordinary.
Not even the formidable Graham or the others who spent day and night with him had seen through the slightest crack in this disguise.
'How could a Wizard I've only met once so easily pierce the Shadow Veil's concealment and perceive the true strength I'm deliberately hiding?'
What made him even more suspicious was that, according to Bronson's prior description, the requirements to enter the High Tower were exceptionally stringent.
