All of Dragon Valley was startled by the ruckus, many people leaving their houses to look at Richard and Saunder who were facing off in the sky. On one side was a legendary mage who had been famous for a long time, and on the other was a newly-advanced saint runemaster. Nobody wanted to intervene before they knew what was going on, nor did they even qualify to.
He’s talking about my balls? Richard looked at the rowdy youth once more before shaking his head; even Saunder wouldn’t speak to him so rudely. Instead, he contacted Nasia mentally, “What’s going on here?”
It took a moment, but she replied lazily, “Does it matter? If you don’t want to do it yourself, I’ll take care of it. That old man hasn’t felt like a saint in centuries, I bet. Let me give him a taste of his youth.”
“Tch. What’s going on?”...