"What's wrong with Elder Brent? Why is he in such a sorry state? "
"It looks like he was smashed in the face with a chair, but with Elder Brent's powers, how could he have been smashed in the face with a chair?"
"Could it be that Elder Brent likes to grope female magic casters, and someone plotted against him for revenge?"
"He deserves it! If I were him, I'd also want to smack that old pervert in the face with a chair!"
All of the magic casters were stunned to see Brent in such a sorry state, but most of them were gloating over his misfortune. Some of the female magic casters were even cursing him with resentment.
"That was a really good slap to the face. Even my anger has been vented." Crassus was elated as he looked at Brent's face.
Just as everyone was discussing among themselves, Brent woke up, and his reflexive reaction to the sight of Amy made the entire first floor of the Magus Tower fall silent.
All of the magic casters were staring at Amy, who was holding Meg's hand, with incredulity on their faces. Could it be that Amy was the one who had beaten Master Brent to such a state?
Brent was a 10th-tier great magic caster!
No matter how much of a prodigy Amy was, she was still only a 5th-tier magic caster, and there was an insurmountable gulf between her and a great magic caster.
Kola, who had just made his way downstairs in a dejected manner, was also rooted to the spot upon seeing this. If even Master Brent had been beaten to such a state by this little brat, then what kind of disparity was there between them?
"Little Amy, did you really beat up that fatso?" Crassus turned to Amy with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He wasn't blaming her in the slightest. Instead, there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
Richard took a glance at Amy, and his brows furrowed slightly. There were very few people in this world who could beat up Brent in the Magus Tower without him noticing, but this little half-elf brat clearly wasn't one of them. He turned to Brent with a cold expression, and asked, "Brent, what happened?!"
Brent shuddered as he hugged his head with his eyes closed. He looked up at Richard and all of the magic casters around him, and only then did he realize that he was no longer in that dark room. He heaved a huge sigh of relief as he collapsed onto the ground. He looked up at Richard in a feeble manner, and said, "That woman … That woman came to Rodu. She …"
"Shut up." A dangerous light flashed through Richard's eyes as he cut Brent off before turning to Amy. "What does this have to do with her?"
Brent realized that he had said something that he shouldn't have, and he shrank back as he looked at Amy. The image of her raising a chair high into the air before smacking it into his face flashed through his mind, and his voice became a little shrill as he said, "That little brat hit me! She smacked me in the face with a chair!"
"No, I didn't. You're lying." Amy shook her head as she denied Brent's accusation three times in a row. She then put on an aggrieved expression as she said, "She's just a little elf who happened to be passing by. You must've been beaten silly!"
Compared to Brent's swollen face, Amy's words were clearly more convincing. Who would believe that such an adorable little girl would smack someone in the face with a chair?
Furthermore, an elder of the Magus Tower, a 10th-tier magic caster, was claiming that he had been knocked out by a little girl who wasn't even four years old?
This was a blatant slander!
All of the magic casters were already beginning to feel quite enraged. They could accept losing to someone else in the Magus Tower, but they still cared about their reputation. Brent's actions were a complete disgrace to the Magus Tower, and they were the most brainless type.
"That's enough, Brent. I told you to drink less, but it looks like you drank too much this morning and knocked yourself silly." Richard's expression was also rather strained as he turned to Roy, and said, "Take him back to rest."
"I …" Brent opened his mouth, but he swallowed his words in the face of a vicious glare from Richard, and he could only swallow his grievances. He took a glance at Crassus, and a chill ran down his spine as he suddenly recalled who this half-elf brat was. Crassus' disciple was none other than a little half-elf brat who was less than four years old!
"But …" Roy wanted to say something. He had discovered the unconscious Brent in the corner of the room, and there were wooden splinters and broken wooden chairs all over the ground beside him. This didn't look like something he would've done in a drunken stupor. However, he swallowed his words at the sight of Richard's expression, and prepared to leave with the two magic casters.
Amy turned to Meg with a smug smile on her face.
Meg also patted her head with a smile on his face. She really was a clever little brat; she was already using her advantage to her advantage.
"Who would've thought that Master Brent would be such a person? Could it be that he's trying to frame that little girl because she beat Hank?"
"That's right. I heard that Hank used a sealing spell during their duel, but was still defeated by her in a direct confrontation. After that, he was crippled by Master Crassus, and he got what he deserved. Who would've thought that Brent would want to avenge him?"
"As expected of a master and disciple; they're both the same."
All of the magic casters looked at Meg with disgust in their eyes as they discussed quietly among themselves. All of their disgust for Brent had suddenly erupted.
"Hold on."
Right at this moment, Crassus suddenly made his way over to Brent with a smile on his face. He looked at Brent, who was lying on the stretcher, and clicked his tongue in wonder as he said, "There aren't many people in this world who can beat a chair into such a beautiful state. You're like a work of art, and you didn't leave me any room to strike. What a pity, what a pity."
Brent was clearly trembling as he lay on the stretcher, and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead. He endured the pain and forced a smile onto his face as he said, "Master Crassus, I heard that you were here, and I came downstairs in a hurry. I accidentally tripped and fell, and I didn't come to greet you as soon as I could. Please forgive me for that. Hai … Ahhh … Ow ow ow …"
"Ow ow? You're pretty thick-skinned, aren't you? Your skin is almost as thick as the city walls of Rodu. You're still hurting from just a light pinch? " Crassus pinched a large chunk of Brent's flesh before twisting it to the side with a wide smile on his face.
Brent's face had turned completely pale, and cold sweat was pouring down his face. He was on the verge of fainting, but he still forced a smile onto his face as he said in a sobbing voice, "It … It doesn't hurt …"
"It doesn't hurt? Then do you think I'm old and weak? "Crassus tightened his grip even more, and Brent's already swollen face was almost twisted out of shape.
"Arrrgh!!!"
Brent's sharp howls of anguish erupted throughout the entire Magus Tower.
"That's enough! Crassus, this is the Magus Tower, not a place for you to do as you please! "Richard raised a hand, and a massive blue hand materialized from water grabbed toward Crassus' hand.
"Shut up." Krassu waved a hand through the air to vanquish the massive hand that was hurtling toward him. He then slapped Brent across the face with a wail of anguish.
Brent's screams came to an abrupt halt, and he fell unconscious again as he lay on the stretcher with his head tilted to the side.
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