"Sigh... I'm doing this for your own good, you know..."
Lloyd handed over a bottle of wine with a helpless expression, while secretly muttering to himself: *If Professor Hazride hadn't specifically emphasized not telling outsiders about my talent and 'special constitution', I would've just told them straight up that I'm immune to Mental Pollution...*
*This is Miracle Magic we're talking about! And you're just going to let me stand on the sidelines? Isn't that a bit too cruel?*
Chapter 261