The atmosphere fell into awkwardness.
Richard's words were like a conviction. If a Law Enforcement Wizard couldn't even remember the regulations issued by the Truth Council, then all his past achievements would now have to be "questioned".
Who knows if there were any miscarriages of justice among them.
The black-robed wizard was left speechless by this statement. He took the scroll back from Richard, looked it over and over again, attempting to find any discrepancy.
But it was all in vain.
The five seals of the Tower of Truth stung his eyes like steel needles; the scroll was not fake.
But if the scroll was not fake, then the problem lay with himself.
The black-robed wizard handed the scroll back to Richard, pretending nothing was amiss, and said, "So it's this regulation. Indeed, my oversight. Since its enactment, it has never been used; it was my negligence."
After saying that, the black-robed wizard bowed slightly to Richard, "Sorry to bother you, Master."
