On the other side.
The White Tower.
Louis met with the White Tower Master, Gandalf.
At this moment, Gandalf was arguing with his student.
The mage earnestly said:
"This is a thesis on human magic, so what if it's 70% fluff? Isn't there still 30% of solid content?"
Gandalf blew his beard and glared, almost wishing he could pick up a sword and chop down this ungrateful pupil:
"Do you know I have deep-sea phobia?"
"I know, so what?"
"Reading your magic thesis, my phobia's about to kick in! Take your garbage and get out of my office!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the mage placed the thesis on Gandalf's desk and strutted out of the office.
Louis: 6!
Rather deem himself trash than let his thesis be trash, huh?
Once the person left, Louis then said to Gandalf:
"Lord Gandalf, thank you for your help with the dance party matter."
Gandalf scratched his beard and said:
"I've known you for some time, and Beatrice even longer, but it's rare to see you both like this."
