“What?! Hank lost? And he lost to Urien and Krassu’s disciple?”


  In a conference chamber in the Magus Tower, Brent abruptly rose to his feet with an incredulous expression as he stared at Richard, who was holding a letter in his hands.

  The Magus Tower elders in the conference chamber were also astonished.

  Everyone could accept George being defeated. After all, he was only a 12-year-old elementary magic caster with insufficient combat experience.

  However, Hank was Brent’s most prized disciple, and was a 4th-tier magic caster at just 16 years of age. He was an exceptional prodigy even in the Magus Tower. With him leading the team, they had thought that the Magus Tower would crush the rest of the competition, but who would have thought that he would be defeated by Krassu and Urien’s disciple?

  The little half-elf girl was only four and a half years old, and had only been learning magic for a month. How supremely talented would she have to be to defeat Hank after studying magic for such a short time?

  Richard also wore a strained expression as he burned the letter with a ball of green flames. He looked at Brent, and continued, “Not only did Hank lose to that little girl, he even used the forbidden spell you gave him against her in a sneak attack.”


  “What?!”


  All of the elders instantly erupted into a frenzied commotion. Unleashing sneak attacks during a duel was an extremely disgraceful tactic. Doing so against a little four-year-old girl was even more horrendous. He had brought shame on the Magus Tower.

  “So…… did she die?” Brent looked at Richard with an expectant gaze.

  “Do you think a little 4th-tier brat can successfully kill someone in front of Krassu and Novan?” Richard looked at Brent with a sneer on his face as he said, “Also, that idiot’s attack was dispelled by that little girl herself.”


  “H-how is that possible?! The forbidden spell I gave him possessed the power of a 7th-tier spell. How could she possibly have blocked it?” Brent’s eyes widened in shock.

  All of the elders were also quite stunned to hear that. With two 10th-tier great magic casters present along with Novan, the number one spatial magic caster on the entire continent, it was an absolute joke for a 4th-tier magic caster to try and unleash a sneak attack. However, what was most surprising to everyone was that the little girl had managed to defend herself.

  Richard’s brows furrowed as he spoke, “Urien put the oracle stone on her staff. The fireball magic that she unleashed was most likely enhanced by more than 10 times in power, so she completely crushed Hank with her own power.”


  “That idiot! I’m going to teach him a good lesson when he gets back!” Brent felt utterly humiliated. Not only had Hank tried to sneak-attack a little four-year-old girl, he had even failed!

  “Krassu has already destroyed his mind realm, and Hank left the Magus Tower team after they departed from Chaos City. You won’t see him ever again.” Richard shook his head with a wistful expression. With Hank’s talent, he would’ve at least been able to become an 8th-tier magic caster in the future.

  “How could Krassu be so cruel? Great Elder, you have to uphold justice for me! Hank is my most prized disciple, but his future has been ruined by Krassu!” Brent put on a grief-stricken expression as he looked at Richard.

  All of the elders fell silent upon hearing that.

  “Heh, your disciple sneak-attacked a little four-year-old girl, and he used a forbidden spell, so he was clearly trying to kill her. Even then, he was still defeated. Trash like him deserves to pay the price for his actions. He has brought shame on the Magus Tower.” A tall and thin man in the conference chamber sneered as he said, “What’s funny to me is that you’re trying to paint your disciple as the victim here. I’m only surprised that Krassu only destroyed his brain realm. If it had been 30 years ago, Krassu would’ve killed him without even batting an eyelid.”


  “Hank’s actions are an utter disgrace. I also approve of the punishment handed down by Krassu.” Another elder nodded in agreement.

  “If this kind of trend were allowed to spread in the Magus Tower, then no one would try to work hard to improve. Everyone would be trying to get their hands on sealed forbidden spells to toss them at their enemies.” Yet another elder chuckled coldly.

  Brent’s face was flushed with humiliation. He wanted to retort, but he refrained from doing so. Instead, he turned to Richard to await his verdict.

  “Banish Hank from the Magus Tower and tell what he did to all of our Magus Tower’s disciples. His actions should serve as a warning to everyone. I’ll write an apology letter to Krassu personally.” Richard turned to Brent with a grave expression, and continued, “Also, Krassu had something to say to you: go to Chaos City and apologize to him in person within 10 days, or he’s going to come to Rodu and destroy our Magus Tower.”


  “This……”


  Brent was completely dumbfounded upon hearing that.

  All of the elders also burst into a commotion. Some of them were enraged, while others were concerned.

  Krassu wasn’t joking when he talked about destroying the Magus Tower. After all, he had done so on more than one occasion previously.

  “Great Elder, this……” Brent turned to Richard with a panicked, beseeching expression.

  “You take care of this matter yourself.” Richard had no intention of cleaning up Brent’s mess for him.

  “Great Elder!” Right at that moment, an urgent voice sounded from outside the conference chamber.

  Richard’s brows furrowed slightly as he made his way toward the entrance. The door slowly opened, revealing a middle-aged magic caster who handed a letter to Richard as he said in a low voice, “Great Elder, this is an urgent letter from the Wind Forest.”


  Richard took the letter and burned the envelope to ashes, leaving only a piece of paper in his hand. His eyes scanned the contents of the letter, and his brows furrowed. After a while, he turned around, and said, “The meeting is adjourned for the day. Elliot, Brent…… you stay behind. Everyone else may go.”


  A hint of hope returned to Brent’s eyes upon hearing that.

  The elders left the conference chamber one after another, leaving only eight people behind. Richard waved a hand, and the soundproof magic spell formation in the conference chamber was activated, creating a golden barrier.

  “Great Elder, what would you like to tell us?” Elliot asked. Everyone else was also looking at Richard with curious expressions, wondering if Richard was going to address the threat made by Krassu.

  Brent opened his mouth, but suppressed the urge to say anything in the end. He merely looked at Richard with a hopeful expression; he didn’t want to have to face Krassu by himself.

  “I’ve just received news from the Wind Forest. Schubert’s dead; Irina killed him,” Richard announced with a grave expression. The letter fluttered down from his hand for everyone to see.