Harlin gave a dull snort, staring fixedly at Dean Giles.
"You'd better think this through. I'm representing the Federal Government in making a recommendation about your work."
"For someone with such an unclear background, you'd better investigate thoroughly before letting him enter the Academy."
"Otherwise, the greater his ability, the greater the potential harm. If he harbors any treacherous intent, the consequences would be unimaginable."
Giles slowly walked down from the watchtower stairs, looking every bit the decrepit old man.
Yet his eyes shone bright, like freshly washed diamonds.
That gave his aged, sagging face a strange kind of charm.
Behind Giles, Sam followed all the way, biting on his pipe, smiling with narrowed eyes, looking extremely kindly.
All the cadets, seeing Giles and Sam, couldn't help crying out in surprise.
"My god, Grand Scholar Sam is here too. Seeing two top powerhouses in a row—today's life is so worth it."
