“Old man, why don’t you have any children suitable for practice here?” The people from the Nyx Guild asked the old dean without caring if he understood what they meant.

The old dean was a normal person who had no idea about practice.

“What do you mean by that? I don’t know what a person suitable for practice looks like.” The old dean said as he looked very miserable in their hands.

The members of the Nyx Guild looked at the dean in boredom and shoved him to the ground.

“Has anyone taken away any children from your orphanage recently?” They rephrased the question so that the dean could understand it better.

The dean nodded and said, “Some young people took away many orphans from our orphanage, but they followed the formal procedures and left us a lot of money! They aren’t bad people!” The clean did not know what these people wanted and tried to defend Aslan and the others.

The people of the Nyx Guild looked at each other and guessed that these people probably took away the orphans with practice talents.