Jeming raised his hand to his mouth and coughed dryly to cover his embarrassment, then said with a hint of sentiment:
"It seems like our goals are the same, truly great minds think alike."
"No, no, no... you're overestimating me."
"Who would think alike with a lunatic like you?"
"I'm not as crazy as you..."
"Hey! Don't slander me! I'm not that crazy!"
To Jeming's surprise, his words made the others react like they had been pricked, even stepping back two steps away from him as if stung by a needle.
"?"
Jeming tilted his head: "What do you mean by that?"
Kaelen, who seemed like a nice guy, pursed his lips and said, "You know we're just First Level Wizards, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then don't you think it's a bit crazy for a First Level Wizard to plot against hundreds of creatures, the weakest being Fourth Level and the strongest Seventh Level?"
