Robson walked forward with Gerard. Seeing Robson arrive, the mages respectfully bowed.
"Lord Viscount, now that we've arrived in the fief, when can we expect our Mage Towers to be built?
As you know, without a Mage Tower, it is very difficult for us to conduct our Magic research.
And another thing, about our Magic research..." Robson had just stepped forward when he was accosted by a middle-aged, bushy-bearded mage.
'Robson hadn't expected this. He hadn't even opened his mouth, and they were already starting trouble.'
'Mage Towers? In the Frank Kingdom, you generally have to be an Advanced Mage or a Magic Master to be granted one.'
'There were only two Advanced Mages in the entire fief: Master Kosen and himself.'
'They had to know that.'
The moment the bushy-bearded mage spoke, Robson could feel the eyes of every other mage turn to him.
'It seemed he'd been too lenient with them.'
