After he joined Atbolde's apprenticeship, what he did most was to seclude himself.
Thus, he indeed didn't have much understanding of the unspoken rules about factions and schools and some other information.
Right now, Jonah's reminder was like timely rain.
"No need to mind," Jonah chuckled, then hesitated slightly, adding,
"Lord Colin, when you registered earlier, there was some conflict between you and my student, Ocasie..."
"I've never taken it to heart."
Colin, hearing this, smiled and shook his head, interrupting Jonah.
He finally understood why Jonah was talking so much to him... but indeed, he was not a person of narrow mind.
"Then I am relieved," Jonah released a light breath.
Making an enemy of such a dazzling Golden Feather talent was truly an unwise choice.
"I'll be taking my leave then," Colin nodded toward Jonah and turned to stride towards the exit.
Creak.
Just then, the office door was suddenly opened.
A witch wearing brown glasses walked in.
