"I was just sensing the fluctuations of your advancement! I couldn't help but become like this! I didn't promise him anything! You - get out!"

She flew out a branch and whipped it hard at the oak tree next to her. With a swipe, green light flashed, and the oak staff retracted into the form of a brow-level stick, jumping back and forth in the meditation room:

"Sister Sevilla! Don't be like this! You were fine just now... OK, fine, I won't mention it anymore, I won't mention it anymore... Wait until the master advances to legend! Advance to legend!"

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Grete held his head against his head and looked at them. After a long time, he waved:

"Okay, okay, stop making trouble. - Sister Sevilla, what happened just now? Why did you suddenly bloom?"

"It's not you yet! Just now, my breath has changed again and again, and I suddenly want to bloom..." The maple tree shook its branches and leaves, and the flowers appeared and disappeared on the branches, appeared and disappeared again.

Every time one appeared, there was bound to be a wild tremor. Soon, the floor of the meditation room was filled with pollen, as if the maple tree had shaken off all its own pollen, as well as the pollen of the oak tree, leaving nothing behind.

Gretel felt a headache for the oak staff just looking at it, but it was hard to persuade him. Sevilla shook for a while and finally changed the subject:

"Okay, Master Nordmark, don't talk about me. How are you? Did your advancement go well?"

"It feels pretty smooth..." Grete closed his eyes, felt himself, and opened the door and left the meditation room.

By this time, the clouds outside had already cleared up, and the door was full of magicians. When they saw him going out, they all stared at him:

"How about it?"

"How about it?"

"Everything goes well..." Gretel smiled at them. Before he could elaborate on his feelings, Vaska had already squeezed in, grabbed Gretel and dragged him out:
Chapter completed!