Richard followed Angel and looked in the direction she indicated, only to see the speaker was a woman, nearly in her forties, with a gaunt face and sallow complexion, her chin sharp.
The woman was clad in a scarlet Wizard Robe, embroidered all over with roses of various colors, resembling a rose garden. Between the roses, faint white skulls were visible, imparting a strange and thrilling sensation.
The woman looked at Angel and scolded coldly, "Angel, what on earth are you doing?!"
"Teacher, I..." Angel's face was pale, and her body trembled slightly, like a mouse caught by a cat. There was no respect for the old woman on her face, only fear—more precisely, terror. Angel opened her mouth to explain, but the old woman ruthlessly cut her off before she could finish.
"Haven't I told you not to talk to people outside Rose City? You promised me that before I brought you to White Stone Tower. So, you've only been here a few days and you're already thinking about disobeying?"
