Kemp was a turncoat.

Although he seemed loyal now, he had started plotting against Dustin.

Philip and the others did not know about this.

They had signed up by now.

Aslan stood next to Philip with the registration form and said doubtfully, “Is that it for the registration?” Dustin’s apprenticeship registration was easier than anything he had experienced.

“We need to go through various tests and review our talents when we join a guild, but we only need to fill in our names and contact details here?” Aslan laughed.

Everything felt like a dream.