At the side-gate, there was a long workbench table. The students who were behind it were the welcoming committee.
Seeing Xandrax walk over, the young men and women behind the table were not very certain of Xandrax’s identity.
Because his luggage was left at the hotel, Xandrax came mostly empty-handed.
That was ignoring the admission notice he had rolled up in his hand.
It was because they saw what looked like the admission notice that they could not place him.
Still, no matter if he was a new student or an old one, when Xandrax came over, someone swiftly asked, “New student?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You really are!”
The guy who had asked the question was slightly taken aback. A smile crept onto his previously expressionless face.
“You came by yourself?”
“Yes.”
Xandrax answered, then turned t
