Chapter 2219 - 73: Two Faces_5

The warrior opened his mouth, momentarily unable to believe he was simply pretending, not expecting to actually encounter one of the people involved. Knowing himself to be spreading rumors, he instinctively felt a bit guilty, but he still didn't concede, saying, "Even if it's true, so what? Anyway, that guy will be done for sooner or later. Getting involved with the Descendants of Flor, do they really think they can come out unscathed? Do they really see themselves as Loofah?"

He grew more animated as he spoke, "It's a pity there's only one executioner in decline, and as for those who boast about being some Dragon's Alchemist, I think they're nothing more than people with an unearned reputation. Just watch, do you think the Descendants of Flor will let him off easily?"

"Bullshit!"

The Walnut from Underground also got angry, immediately drawing his longsword, ready to shut the other's foul mouth. Why do Invokers spend so much time in prisons? It's precisely because of this short temper—at the slightest disagreement, they resort to violence. If they aren't afraid of death, why fear prison?

Fighting and brawling leading to jail time is practically routine for Invokers.

He had just stood up, drawing his longsword when he suddenly saw the warrior fly away from in front of him, crashing into several tables with a bang. The Walnut from Underground gaped, instinctively looking at his sword, then at the mess in the hall. For a moment, he couldn't react—had his skills advanced so much?

The crowd gathered in the hall mainly consisted of Invokers, and both arguing sides had supporters. But now, seeing one side make a move, the other side almost immediately followed with the sound of weapons being unsheathed. Just as they took out their weapons, they suddenly seemed to freeze in place, staring straight past the Walnut from Underground.

The Walnut from Underground was slightly taken aback. Realizing something, he turned around and saw that the middle-aged man seated behind him had unknowingly stood up, now holding a Magic Guided Wand. Seeing that wand surprised him—where had that come from?

But the man's appearance shocked him even more. Glancing at his profile hadn't struck him, but now that the man turned around, he realized the guy was annoyingly good-looking.

The middle-aged Magic Guided Conductor, with hair as white as snow and slightly raised sharp eyebrows, watched coldly at the warrior and his companions who had just been sent flying. Slowly lowering his wand, he said coldly, "If you're going to cause trouble, take it outside. I'm giving you ten seconds to get out of my sight."

The Walnut from Underground was stunned, initially thinking the man was speaking to him, but upon closer inspection, he realized the man hadn't even glanced at him—despite the fact that his group had clearly started the fight first?

And the way he talked was a bit too confrontational, wasn't it?

Who among the Invokers was afraid of whom anyway?

He hadn't even finished processing this when he suddenly heard a stammering voice echo from behind him:

"Sir, Sir Roban..."

...

Su Changfeng closed the door, turned around, and looked at Fang Hong standing by the window—the view outside overlooking the entire Crosswind Harbor's scenery. Clouds were just brushing past the strait, and a tall lighthouse conveniently blocked the direction of the Seven Seas Traveler's mast.

Fang Hong noticed many people training on the field, among whom only a small portion wore the black trench coats of soldiers, with most appearing to be ordinary Invokers. To be precise, they were trainees. He seemed to remember that it was once again the recruitment season for the Youth Training Camp.

He had been in this world for almost two years now.

Su Changfeng walked over, poured him a cup of tea, placed the cup in front of him, paused a moment, and directly said, "We've gotten clear news about your parents."

Though Fang Hong had somewhat anticipated it, hearing this made him involuntarily turn his head, his heart nearly stopping at that moment.

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