150. Anti-Mage

150. Anti-Mage

The man who suddenly appeared and picked a fight had striking, seaweed-like wavy hair.

Judging by the blue robe bearing the Blue Magic Tower's crest, he was clearly a mage affiliated with the Blue Magic Tower.

He looked to be in his early thirties, but I'd heard that mages shouldn't be judged by their appearance alone.

His appearance and manner of speaking were that obnoxious, but he could actually be quite old.

One thing was certain: he had absolutely no manners.

It wasn't just his blatantly provocative tone. The mana that swept over my body was incredibly rude.

Even mana-based scanning had a certain etiquette……how should I put it, a concept similar to directing one's gaze.

There was the light, cursory sort of detection, the kind that secretly peered inside, and the kind that openly examined someone as if appraising them.

This bastard's mana detection belonged to the last category. To use eyes as an analogy, it felt like he'd looked me over from head to toe and then snorted...