Three people, three pairs of eyes. They just stared at Wharton in shock.
Wharton shrugged helplessly and said in a relaxed tone.
"Don't be so surprised. I just taught a playboy a lesson. Is the son of a Duke very special? Is a level-2 mage very special?"
The first one to recover was the outgoing Mill.
He deliberately pulled a long face, shook his head and sighed, "Alas, I thought I was already a very powerful talent. Compared with Wharton, I'm just an idiot."
"Then what am I to you? I'm just an apprentice mage." Strong said secretly.
"Me too!"
Matthew, who came in at last, also raised his hand and looked at Strong, "Hey, big guy, it seems that the new semester hasn't officially begun yet, and we are destined to be the weakest two in this dormitory. It will be hard for us in the future."
“Ha ha ha!”
The four of them burst into laughter.
The dormitory was filled with joy.
Wharton felt relieved.