Cale felt chills on his back after seeing this Dragon maniac looking at him with such a fierce gaze.

Pat.

Obante put a hand on Cale�s shoulder and whispered in his ear.

�I will put everything on the line as well.�

�What is he talking about?

What nonsense is he spewing after just showing up here?�

Cale looked away from the fiery gaze of the mayor and looked toward Tasha.

�Ah, seriously! Mayor-nim, how can you put it like that?!�

Tasha looked toward Cale with an annoyed expression and started to speak.

�I informed the mayor-nim about the Dark Elves� battles last night. The mayor-nim then said that he had something to say regarding Mary and rushed over. He also said that he had something to give to you, young master Cale.�

��Mary?�

Cale�s gaze turned back toward the mayor.

The mayor started to speak at that moment.

�Mary.�

He gently called Mary�s name.

�Yes, grandfather.�

Obante looked toward Mary who was responding calmly as usual and recalled when she was ten years old.

�I prefer the hurting necromancer.�

She had chosen to become a necromancer when given the option of becoming a black mage or a necromancer.

�What kind of necromancer do you want to be?�

Obante asked a question he had not asked back then. Mary closed her mouth after hearing that question.

Obante�s gaze was too serious for her to give an answer without thinking about it.

Although he might be goofy, this was the wisest Dark Elf in the world. He was also the nice grandfather who had opened up the path for her to become a necromancer.

Mary looked toward Cale. JrNovels.com