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Chapter 39: Chapter 38: “Round Table Conference” and Storm Brewing” (Request For Chase Reading)

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Deep in an unknown mountain range, a castle stands adjourned.

Inside the castle, in front of a grand round table.

At this time, a dozen or so individuals dressed in black robes sat down before the table.

“Cody is dead. He was the most talented among us and the one with the greatest potential to become a Level 3 Wizard Apprentice. Now, he’s dead.”

These words came from the mouth of an elderly man clad in a black robe at the head of the table. His voice was full of desolation and death. No one spoke; a deafening silence enveloped the room.

Until a raspy voice broke the stillness.

“Death comes to all, wizards are no exception; they too cannot escape the threat of death. Let alone a mere Level 1 Wizard Apprentice.”

His words were laced with sneering mockery, emphasizing ‘Level 1 Wizard Apprentice’.

These words sparked unrest among the people at the table.

Several figures glanced at the speaker, then lowered their heads, showing indifference.

“Mullen, I know you’ve benefitted from Carl’s kindness…”

The ancient voice at the head of the table began again, but was cut short before he could finish.

“Is the founder’s name something you can call openly!?”

Mullen pounded the table and rose, his tone icy.

Interrupted, Levan was somewhat displeased, though he didn’t let it show.

The atmosphere at the table once again fell into silence.

Apart from Levan and Mullen, no one else would speak at this time.

The deceased was Levan’s son, not their own.

Mullen was the one who owed gratitude to Carl, not them.

Many were already discontent with Levan for calling this roundtable meeting out of the blue.

one was going to speak for Levan now, even though Levan was the current

Level 1 Wizard Apprentice;

most people at the table chose an attitude of

Mullen sat back down with a cynical smirk on his

old man intended to do – wage

Black Robe Seekers’ Club was completely different from

how could a small wizard organization like the Black Robe Seekers’ Club

the knife for your son’s revenge?

muttered to himself. Having gone through great hardships to become a wizard apprentice, he was no

in the room was

been on

say that ne would turn against the Golden Lion Family just because or a past favor would

are wizards? They’re a group of

was still for

Family so easy to deal with? If it was, there would be no need

present were similar to Mullen’s, though unlike Mullen, they did not confront Levan

was simple; Mullen could use Carl’s favor as a reason to counter Levan; they

not understand what Mullen was thinking? It was impossible; he saw

he revealed a peculiar

kept his focus on Levan, he naturally saw this peculiar smile, causing his heart to

expected, under his puzzled look, Levan

matter concerning the Golden

breathed a sigh of relief, thinking Levan had given up on the idea of

would have thought

concerning the Golden Lion Family, we will

“What?”

arms one after the other, felt his

man, you’re

Lion Estate, Family Training

clad in silvery-white armor clashed,

of swords resonated across

the two withdrew their

and the one with the

the Underground Palace to train

comes, those

Grand Knight,

were also open to

didn’t mean much to Milton

Milton knew clearly that he had reached the end of the Path of the

of a newly-hatched Grand Knight. It’s as if you’ve honed your power

ground, Elm,

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