"What?! Hank lost? He lost to the disciple of Crassus and Julian? "
In the conference room on the top floor of the Magus Tower, Brent abruptly rose to his feet with incredulity in his eyes.
All of the elders of the Magus Tower sitting in the conference room were also astonished.
If George had lost, they would've been able to accept it. After all, George was only 12 years old and a novice magic caster, so it was normal for him to lack battle experience.
However, Hank was Brent's favorite disciple. He was only 16 years old, but he was already at the 4th-tier. Among the younger generation of the Magus Tower, he was already considered to be an exceptional prodigy. However, he had led the team to Chaos School, thinking that he was going to win for sure. Who would've thought that he would be defeated by the disciple of Crassus and Julian?
One had to realize that the little half-elf girl was only four and a half years old, and she had only become the disciple of Julian and Crassus a month ago. Just how freakishly talented was she to be able to defeat Hank in less than a month?
Richard's expression had also darkened slightly upon hearing this. A ball of dark green flames erupted from the letter in his hand, incinerating it into ashes. He turned to Brent, and said, "Not only did Hank lose to that little girl, he even used the forbidden spell that you gave him to launch a sneak attack on her after losing to her."
"What?!"
All of the elders immediately erupted into a frenzy. Launching a sneak attack during a duel was a very shameless thing to do. Furthermore, he had launched a sneak attack on a four-and-a-half-year-old little girl during a duel. That was a disgrace to the Magus Tower.
"So … she's dead?" Brent faltered momentarily before turning to Richard with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
"Do you think a little 4th-tier brat like her would be able to successfully launch a sneak attack on Crassus and Novan?" Richard looked at Brent with a hint of mockery on his face as he said, "Furthermore, that idiot's sneak attack was countered by that little girl herself."
"H-how is that possible?! The forbidden spell I gave him was at least as powerful as a 7th-tier spell; how was she able to block it? "Brent's eyes widened.
All of the elders were even more shocked upon hearing this. There were two 10th-tier magic casters present, and Novan, the number one spatial magic caster on the continent, so the sneak attack of a 4th-tier magic caster was indeed a little laughable. However, they didn't think that the one who stopped the sneak attack would be the little girl herself.
Richard's brows furrowed, and he said, "Urien installed the prophecy stone on her staff. That fireball should have amplified the power of her attack by more than tenfold, so she was able to defeat Hank on her own."
"That idiot! When he comes back, I'll teach him a lesson! " A blush appeared on Brent's face as he gritted his teeth. It was one thing for him to launch a sneak attack on a four-year-old little girl, but even that sneak attack had failed. This was a complete disgrace to him, and he was going to teach this brat a lesson when he came back.
"He's already been crippled by Crassus, and has become a complete cripple. He left the team after leaving Chaos City, and won't be returning to the Magus Tower." Richard shook his head with a hint of regret on his face. With George's talent, he would at least be able to become an eighth-tier magic caster and become a mainstay of the Magus Tower.
"How can Crassus be so cruel?! Great Elder, you have to redress my grievances! Hank is my last disciple, and also my most talented disciple. I wanted him to inherit my mantle, but now he's been crippled by Crassus. "Brent's expression changed as he turned to Richard with a hint of grief in his voice.
All of the elders wore different expressions on their faces, but no one said anything.
"Heh, your disciple launched a sneak attack on his four-year-old disciple, and he even used a forbidden spell. He was clearly trying to kill her, but in the end, the little girl took the brunt of the attack herself. No matter where you go, you have to pay the price for your actions. This is the most basic moral code of all magic casters." At the end of the round table, a tall and thin old man looked at Brent with a hint of mockery on his face as he said, "What's funny is that you still think your disciple is innocent and pitiful? I'm rather surprised that Crassus only crippled his brain. If this were 30 years ago, even if he was a disciple of the Magus Tower, he would've been killed with a fireball magic spell. "
"Hank's actions have crossed the bottom line of all magic casters. I also think that Crassus' punishment is justified." An elder nodded in agreement.
"If this kind of culture spreads throughout the Magus Tower, no one will want to work hard to improve themselves in the future. Instead, they'll want to get their hands on more forbidden spells so that they can kill their enemies when they're no match for them." Another elder chuckled coldly.
Brent was about to retort, but he hesitated momentarily before swallowing his words. Instead, he turned to Richard and awaited his decision.
"Remove Hank from the Magus Tower, and inform all of the disciples of the Magus Tower about this. I'll write a letter to Crassus in person to explain the situation to him." Richard turned to Brent with a grave expression as he said, "Also, Crassus has already said something to you. Come to Chaos City and apologize to him in person within 10 days. Otherwise, he'll come to Rodu to tear down the Magus Tower in person."
"Wha …"
Brent's expression changed drastically upon hearing this, and he was completely dumbstruck.
All of the elders were also in an uproar as they discussed among themselves. Some of them were enraged, while others were concerned.
Crassus tearing down the Magus Tower was no laughing matter. This had happened more than once in the history of the Magus Tower, and he had made an indelible contribution to the Magus Tower's current scale.
"Great Elder, this …" Brent turned to Richard with a hint of panic in his eyes.
"I'll leave this matter to you." Richard's voice was cold, and he had no intention of speaking up for him.
"Great Elder!" Right at this moment, an urgent voice sounded from outside the conference room.
Richard's brows furrowed slightly as he made his way toward the door. The door of the conference room was slowly opened, and a middle-aged magic caster strode forward before handing a letter to Richard. At the same time, he lowered his voice, and said, "Great Elder, this is an urgent letter from the Wind Forest."
Richard accepted the letter, and the envelope was reduced to ashes in his hands. The remaining piece of paper fell into his hands, and his brows were tightly furrowed after just a few glances. He closed the letter, and turned around as he said, "Today's meeting is adjourned. Brent, Elliot … you guys stay behind. Everyone else can go back first."
A glimmer of hope appeared in Brent's eyes again.
All of the elders departed, and there were only eight people left in the conference room. Richard waved a hand, and the soundproof magic formation in the conference room was activated. A faint golden light barrier enshrouded the entire conference room.
"Great Elder, is there something you want us to stay for?" Elliot asked. Everyone else was also looking at Richard with curious expressions, wondering if Richard was preparing to face the threat from the Crassus.
Brent's mouth twitched, but he refrained from saying anything in the end. He looked at Richard with a hopeful expression. He didn't want to face the Crassus on his own.
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