The Unquiet Dungeon

"So that was the president of the school?" A man said, sipping his mug of beer.

"It seems like it. He's so young, yet this successful." The person who said that had his hands on his head.

"Am I feeling a jealousy here?"

"Shut up!"

The people inside the inn whispered to each other after hearing Arthur's chat with the attendant.

Arthur did not care about any of that, and just followed the lady to a back room of the inn. There, a short and baldy man was waiting.

"Sir, the president of the magic school is here." The attendant said.

The owner of the inn was leaning on a barrel, chilling. For a split second, when he looked at Arthur, he thought it was someone new coming to work for him, but it was not the case.

"P-president of the academy? I'm sorry for my manners." He said and bowed.