Tiberius tensed as the old mage appeared next to him. The sheer speed of the man had to be the result of some sort of spell. At least, that’s what he hoped. The alternative was that this mage’s level was so high that he could almost instantly move through multiple ranks of Legionnaires without so much as breaking a sweat.Neither option was a good one.Before Tiberius even had time to draw breath, the mage had already launched into a battery of questions.“You're the leader of these soldiers, yes? You must be. I see the nexus of power and how it weaves around you. Tell me, are your men really level four? If not, then I must know how they managed to confound both my [Mana Sense] and my apprentice's [Appraisal]. Perhaps you are a specialist with a full suite of high-level minion skills? Although… no, you can't be the same level as the others. Where does your men's seemingly limitless stamina come from then? Do the same effects apply to their mana use?”The old man’s hand darted forth with the speed of a striking viper and seized Tiberius's wrist, ensuring he couldn't escape the onslaught of questions. His expression was one of enthusiasm that bordered on mania. He didn't even seem to notice the dozen Legionnaire guards whose blades were now leveled directly at him.Tiberius lifted his free hand, ordering them to stand down. If this man wanted him dead, there was nothing he could do about it. That much was abundantly clear. Fortunately, despite how it looked, Tiberius didn't feel any malice from the man. Just unrestrained curiosity that bordered on mania. He reminded (...)