"Does he look familiar? Master must be mistaken."
Richard's heart jolted, but his face remained composed, even showing a timely hint of appropriate confusion.
"I don't think the Master and I have ever met before."
"Is that so?" The newly arrived Second Ring Wizard looked at Richard and then at Makar behind him, his expression then shifting to apologetic.
"I must have been mistaken then."
Richard smiled, and soon he and Makar walked towards the exit of the hall.
As they passed by the new Second Ring Wizard, Richard glanced from the corner of his eye and suddenly noticed that the wizard was gripping his Magic Wand so tightly that veins stood out on his hand.
This was a sign of extreme tension.
Richard's expression did not change; he even gave the wizard a friendly smile.
Then Richard opened the door, let Makar follow behind, and quickly walked out of the resting hall.