182 When Reality Hits...

Northern, after a couple of minutes, managed to stand himself up and slowly walked away. As he went on, farther away from the hall, he slowly recovered his strength.

After a while, he arrived at the dungeon. Since he paid attention to the direction, he didn't need help going there.

There were some guards, of course, at the entrance. Who immediately stopped him the moment they saw him unchained.

As they crossed their spears across the entrance, one of them inquired with a baritone voice:

"What are you doing? Where do you think you're going, lad?"

Northern looked at him for a second.

'He looks old, no way he can be a student.'

Sometimes, it was easy to forget that not only students existed in the castle.

And so, every guard or drifter he saw may or may not be a student.

'I think the students were particularly selected into parties...'

They were just his thoughts, anyway...