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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.

Levan now, even though Levan was the current

Wizard Apprentice; who

most people at the table chose

scenario, Mullen sat back down with a cynical

what this old man intended to

Robe Seekers’ Club was completely different from that of

with one heart, but how could a small wizard

will act as the knife for your

to himself. Having gone through great hardships to become a wizard

in the

true that Mullen had been on the receiving end

say that ne would turn against the Golden Lion Family just because

kind of people are wizards? They’re a group of

with Levan was still for his own

to deal with? If it was, there would be no need for this roundtable

some present were similar to Mullen’s, though unlike Mullen,

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

Mullen was thinking? It was impossible; he saw through

gaze, he revealed a peculiar

he naturally saw this

his puzzled look, Levan began to

the matter

had given up on the

have thought Levan’s words

Golden Lion Family, we

“What?”

staring at the raised arms one after the

you’re

Estate,

figures clad in silvery-white armor clashed, where blue and golden

thunderous clashing of swords

a while, the two withdrew their

them was Milton Cheney, and the one with the surrounding blue airflow

to the Underground Palace to

the Black Robe Seekers’ Club comes, those Shadow

Knight, the

family resources were

mean much to Milton at

reached

a newly-hatched Grand Knight. It’s as if you’ve

the training ground, Elm, facing Milton, spoke with

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