All this time, the Tower Master had his eyes closed and his lips pursed. He went into this meeting without announcing presence at all, as if he was nothing but the wind.
Everyone thought that he was simply concentrating on trying to find a solution for the truck's mystery.
But in truth, the Tower Master was afraid.
He was afraid that if he opened his eyes, he would see a piece of paper magically transported in his hands.
After hearing about this truck, there was a sinking feeling in his heart that this was related to that boy—that genius boy who seemed to have no limit in his talents, that boy that destroyed all common sense regarding the Mystic Arts.
He didn't know why, but he had a premonition that he would soon find out the mystery behind those trucks.
"Tower Master?"
Each one of his senior wizards looked at him expectantly. Eventually, he knew he had to find out the truth.
