[You are targeted by Jilman Elliott's killing intent. Evaluation: You'd have to be blind not to see it. Reward: +2 Survival Points]
"…"
'How could I not see it, with a cannon that thick pointed at my head?'
Wei'en gave a wry smile. "Ms. Jilman, I just wanted to buy some materials to make a Mechanical Puppet…"
"I already said, you're not welcome here," Jilman interrupted. "Please leave."
Marco looked at her and began to speak slowly. "Jilman, I think you've forgotten who saved you back then, and who helped you get settled in Caster…"
BANG.
A gunshot rang out. The flintlock under the skull chandelier spat a serpent of fire, striking the ground in front of the two of them.
Jilman crossed her arms. "This is a matter between Wizards. It has nothing to do with anything else."
"Wizard?"
Marco sneered, "Just a High-Level Apprentice who failed to advance. You don't really think you can keep me here with this junk, do you?"
'Advanced Wizard Apprentice?'
