"Fair Degree?" Ashok repeated, his eyes narrowing as he regarded the old man with a suspicion.
Ashok tilted his head slightly, the flicker of a frown playing on his lips. 'Is this geezer mocking me? Or is he drunk? Because Fair Degree… is somewhat way too much to even for Frederick give out like that'.
Ashok knew full well that the title Frenzied Mage was whispered was equal to no different from a Lunatic—feared, but never trusted.
"What's with those eyes, brat? I can feel it—you're thinking something foul about me, aren't you?" Frederick snapped, his voice sharp and affronted.
Frederick can't believe that after he offered such a favor, and still this brat had the audacity to look at him that look?
Ashok did not recoil.
"Then if I am not wrong," he said, voice calm and deliberate, each word delivered with the precise weight of command.
"Any punishment I say shall be honored, so long as it falls within the bounds of this so-called 'Fair Degree.'"
