"That kind of talk makes one curious to know more." Jerry suddenly joked.
It seemed his mood had calmed a bit... or perhaps after endlessly counting the number of fallen meteors, he finally felt at ease.
"Actually, Jerry, you should understand that feeling." The male mage, after repeating the number of meteors Jerry had just reported to the raspy clerk, got excited as well, his tone seemingly rising, "But Cayo definitely doesn't get it."
"What do you mean?" Cayo, whose voice was raspy, couldn't help but ask, "Why wouldn't I understand?"
"The Tower of Despair only accepts those who become Senior Apprentices before 16 years old; I estimate you know about this, right?" the male mage asked back.
"Yeah, what's the problem with that?" Cayo was a bit puzzled.
"Heh, in fact, on our continent, which Magic Tower doesn't follow this rule?" The male mage sneered, "Rules that everyone knows are not real rules; you can understand this at least, right?"
