"Come in," Jack answered angrily.
The door to the room was pushed open with a creak.
A figure slowly walked in.
It was an old man.
The old man was dressed in a black robe, his body was thin, and his hair was white, but his eyes sparkled with a cold aura. His body radiated a magical pressure, and he was clearly a powerful magus.
"Mr. Magus? Are you?" Jack saw the old man and stared at him angrily.
The Magus looked at Jack and asked, "My name is Flander, I am a senior magus. I came here to find you because Casillas wants to see you. Come with me!"
"What, Casillas wants to see me?"
Jack's eyes rolled. What a pity. How could Casillas suddenly be interested in a little apprentice magician like him? He wanted nothing to do with Casillas. A man like Casillas who was uncaring and arrogant was a troublemaker.
He wanted to avoid Casillas from a distance at the moment.