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The black-robed mages' fanatical expressions formed a stark contrast to Antonidas's ashen face.

‘To think such a massive force has developed silently under my very nose, truly one cannot underestimate you, Al Salorn.’

Antonidas’s heart was bleeding. He forcefully suppressed his surging anger. His face, usually unreadable, was on the verge of cracking. The veins on his forehead and his tightly clenched fingers proved it all.

At this moment, Al looked bewildered, glancing somewhat helplessly at Kael'thas.

‘Judging by the tutor's expression, he must really like this surprise I've prepared.’

Kael'thas smugly snorted at Hermit, who was unconvinced and resentful, then whispered into the young man's ear.

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‘Al… Mister, that’s the situation, that’s how things are.’

“I went to Kalimdor for less than a year, and there's already such a huge organization? And the name Brotherhood isn't very catchy, my friends. It'd be better to call it the Light of Al.”

Kael'thas: Fantastic! It seems the tutor has already acknowledged my artistic talent.

The elven youth, who was about to dismiss the crowd, seemed to think of something. His raised hand suddenly froze, then slowly lowered.

A layer of dark filter tinted his crystalline blue pupils. In the bullet time of his hypermnesia, the young man's brain raced. The 40% brainpower development made the boy's already clever mind turn rapidly.

A thousandth of a second passed.

‘This… might be an opportunity?’

The young man’s furrowed brow smoothed out, and a smile graced his handsome face, making his already maxed-out charm even more approachable.

Walking up to the gnome kneeling on one knee, the young man smiled gently and slowly helped him up.

“You’re called… Olverdo?” Al seemed to have heard this name from Kael'thas just now.

Olverdo excitedly raised his head, looking at the elven youth so close, but choked up and couldn't speak. This figure he had dreamed of dispelled the haze in front of him…

He was like a ray of light, shining into his, his, and his, all the Brotherhood members' hearts, revitalizing their parched souls.

This living legend was right before his eyes, how could he remain calm?

Before the gnome could react, Al slowly walked to the little gnome next to him, picked up the trembling gnome child, and vigorously ruffled his fluffy mushroom head.

“You must be Millhouse? I’ve heard of you, what a strong and brave child.”

‘So… so dazzling.’

The little gnome looked at the person in front of him, who seemed to be glowing, in disbelief.

Only after Al and his group's figures slowly disappeared did he wake up.

“Dad… Daddy, was that the Godfather?”

The little gnome looked excited, still reeling from the shock Al had given him.

“No, that wasn’t the Godfather…”

The Brotherhood members looked at the old gnome in confusion.

“Before I saw Lord Al, I had some dark thoughts, wondering if Prince Kael'thas was deceiving us…

But when I saw him, I realized I was wrong. I should repent for that blasphemous thought. He is the monument of our Arcane Path, he is… light!”

The old gnome said with tears in his eyes. That shrill voice not only didn't make the Brotherhood mages uncomfortable, but instead made them feel excited. The crowd began to cheer.

“Al!”

“Godfather!”

“Light of the Arcane!”

… …

Antonidas walked behind Al with his head lowered, led by Krasus. This behavior was very impolite and lacking grace for nobles, but the group was all preoccupied and lost in thought.

‘I thought it was just a minor ailment, but I didn't expect it to have already become a serious mistake. Is it really time for reckoning?’

The Archmage was in inner turmoil, his expression twisted. The young man's back perfectly shielded his well-maintained face, preventing people from seeing his expression.

Krasus: In these long years, is the originally unchanging path of the arcane really going to undergo a change? What interesting mortals. I should record this in my diary.

Modera: The leader seems to be preoccupied?

Anselem and Kaline, the double agents: Our Al Brotherhood is really awesome.

Kael'thas: Me and Lord Al are really awesome.

Hermit: Me and Lord Al are really awesome.

… …

“Archmage…”

“Rest assured, Master Al, we Dalaran will properly take care of your vehicle.”

“Um, I’m not…”

Al rubbed his nose awkwardly. Antonidas's preemptive answer surprised him, but he still patiently continued to ask:

“Archmage, I want to…”

“Your residence has been arranged. Please honor me with your presence at the banquet I am hosting for you at 8 PM this evening.”

“I just want to…”

“Then excuse me for now, Master Al…”

Ignoring the gazes of others, Antonidas was afraid he wouldn't be able to control his emotions if he stayed any longer. A violet light flashed, and the Archmage disappeared.

Al: Damn it, I just want to ask where the bathroom is.

… …

“Modera, I don’t think you, as a council member, would bend the law for personal gain, would you?”

Kael'thas first reached out leisurely to touch the residual magic fragments in the air, then looked at Modera with a mocking expression.

Modera didn't say anything, her face dark.

“Oh, right, Krasus, my memory is a bit bad. What is the penalty for using teleportation magic within the inner city according to Dalaran's Mage Edict Article 137?”

“The first time is a fine of 500 gold coins, the second time is a fine of 2000 gold coins, and the third time is imprisonment in Dalaran Prison for 3 months…”

Krasus said with a calm expression, as if he wasn't too interested in this matter.

“Oh, Modera, Archmage Antonidas is getting old, his memory might not be too good either. I think you, as the only female council member, have an obligation to remind him to remember this matter.”

Al: Is this six people building twelve groups? This is too competitive. The city is too scheming, I want to go back to the countryside.