The guard captain heaved a sigh of relief, and stood off to the side.
All of the magic casters also turned to the purple-robed magic caster standing at the entrance of the Magus Tower, and bowed respectfully. "Greetings, President."
Richard was the chairman of the Magus Tower's board of elders, the president of the Roth Empire's Magic Caster Guild, and the current owner of this Magus Tower. He was also one of the most powerful people in the Roth Empire.
Crassus was the creator of the Magus Tower, giving all magic casters a place of pilgrimage and advancement, while Richard was the man who made the Magus Tower one of the twin towers of the Roth Empire. It was on par with the military, and the status of magic casters was greatly elevated.
Meg narrowed his eyes as he appraised Richard. This man definitely had something to do with that incident. Without his orders, there definitely wouldn't have been so many magic casters in the Magus Tower.
Richard was a tall and broad man in a purple magus robe. His white hair was combed back neatly, but his beard was as black as ink. He stood at the entrance of the Magus Tower, looking at Crassus with a calm expression. He didn't seem to be surprised or elated at all, as if he had already expected this.
All of the magic casters at the entrance of the Magus Tower were also completely silent. No one dared to make a sound, but no one left, either. All of them were carefully appraising Crassus and Richard.
There had been rumors in the Magus Tower for a long time that Crassus and Richard were at odds with one another. However, Crassus had already withdrawn from the management of the Magus Tower in recent years, and was more like a spiritual presence.
However, a month ago, news of Crassus' withdrawal from the Magus Tower was confirmed by the Magus Tower. Not only did this cause everyone's jaws to drop, it also indirectly proved that the relationship between Crassus and Richard had already reached an irreconcilable level.
However, a month ago, Richard had sent his prized disciple to Rodu to challenge Crassus' disciple, only to be defeated. What was Crassus' intention now that he had brought his disciple to the Magus Tower?
Crassus' reputation as the God of Fire wasn't just for show. He looked like a benevolent old man, but as someone who had destroyed the Magus Tower on multiple occasions, his fiery temper couldn't be measured by his appearance. He wasn't the type to swallow his anger after being provoked.
One was the spiritual symbol of the Magus Tower, while the other was the chairman of the Magus Tower's board of elders. if the two of them were to clash, and that was something that everyone's opinion.
It was impossible to go out and help, but it was very important to support someone psychologically.
Crassus also stopped in his tracks. He looked at Richard and asked with a smile, "Why? Can't I come back?"
Richard frowned. "If you want to come back, no one will stop you, and no one can stop you. . and.... and no one Of the Magus Tower, so why are you here today?.......
"I've never owed anyone anything. You asked your disciple's disciple to give me a gift. Today, I've brought my disciple here to return the favor." Krassu walked toward Richard. The crowd subconsciously parted to the sides.
"And where's that fatso Brent? I told him to come to Chaos City within 10 days to apologize, but it looks like he forgot who I was after I left the Magus Tower. "Crassus stopped in front of Richard, and looked around with a hostile expression.
"Crassus, you were once a founding member of the Magus Tower, but you're no longer a member of our Magus Tower. Don't try to do anything to President Richard!" Elliot roared as his wand appeared in his hand, ready to strike at any moment.
Crassus turned to Elliot with an amused smile, and said, "You dare to attack me?"
"I-I …" Elliot took half a step back instinctively, and mustered his courage as he looked at Richard's back. He forced himself to remain calm, and said, "If you continue to be so impudent, then don't blame me for not caring about our old friendship!"
"Bam!"
Crassus, who had been standing in front of Richard, appeared in front of Elliot in an instant. The staff in his hand, which was taller than a man, smashed into Elliot's face, and smashed him into the ground.
"Did I hurt you?" Crassus asked with a smile as he pointed his magic caster's staff at Elliot, who was lying on the ground with a crimson mark in the middle of his face.
"I-I!" Elliot grabbed his magic caster's staff, and roared angrily as he tried to get up. There was even magic gathering on his wand.
"Bam!"
Elliot, who had just gotten up, was smacked back down again, and the left side of his face instantly swelled up.
"I'm very sentimental, aren't I?"
Crassus continued with a smile.
"I …"
Elliot was still trying to struggle.
"Bam! Bam! Bam! "
"It hurts … It hurts … It hurts!"
Elliot's sobbing screams reverberated throughout the entire Magus Tower.
"So powerful! Melee magic is actually so terrifying! "
"Yeah, I've long heard that Master Crassus' melee magic is almost invincible in close combat. I didn't believe it in the past, but I do now."
"I suddenly want to learn melee magic, but there are almost no teachers in our Magus Tower to teach melee magic. Master Crassus has also left the Magus Tower. What a pity!"
All of the spectating magic casters widened their eyes in shock. Elliot was the fifth elder of the Magus Tower, a powerful 10th-tier magic caster, but he couldn't even retaliate in the face of Crassus. He was being smacked around like a sandbag by the magic caster's staff.
Even though he was holding onto his magic caster's staff, he didn't have any opportunity to release any magic. Even the magic barrier he had put up was easily torn apart by the magic caster's staff.
The dull thuds were painful to listen to, and accompanied by the cries of agony, many people felt as if they had vented their frustrations at the thought of Elder Elliot's usual proud expression.
"So you have to use a magic caster's staff to slap his face. It's indeed more satisfying this way." Amy stood at the side and clapped her little hands to cheer for Crassus. She looked as if she had just learned something.
"This old man's temper is indeed very fiery." Mag was rather speechless. Only Krassu would dare to beat up a 10th-tier elder in the Magus Tower's territory. Furthermore, most of the magic casters present didn't seem to be enraged by Krassu's actions. Instead, they seemed to be enjoying the show.
"Enough!" Richard yelled. He raised his hand, and a water mirror appeared in front of Elliot's face.
"Bam!"
The magic caster's staff fell, and the water mirror shattered. However, it still landed on Elliot's face and knocked him unconscious. His swollen face was a horrible sight to behold.
"Enough?" Crassus glanced at Elliot, who was lying on the ground, and nodded slightly. "Seems like it."
The veins on Richard's forehead began to throb as he flared up, "Crassus, what are you trying to achieve by coming here today? Are you really going to make an enemy of our Magus Tower? "
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