At this mont, Luxius was accompanied by a long row of Mages, all of whom were high-level Mages from the Secret Scroll Mage Academy, often referred to by outsiders as old Mages qualified to ntor.
In front of them was a flickering Communication Crystal Stone, different from the pattern of conversation between Kael and Lily earlier. Now, this Crystal Stone was connected to the Mage Tower’s Elental Pool.
A steady flow of energy was being released from the Elental Pool, not even to enable voice calls but to initiate video call mode directly.
The reason for using such a high-consumption mode was that the online negotiations mainly included participants from the top Mage Academies of the Bell Federation.
The cause of Luxius’s so great anger was because one of the Royal Court’s veteran Mages had said:
"Now that Master Bartlet’s return has been confird, it must be carried out, but there is no need to antagonize the Orean Independent Kingdom...
After all, the Sirgil Duchy needs to import a large amount of alchemy equipnt from the Orean Independent Kingdom; the Duchy needs their support."
This act triggered a fierce reaction from Luxius, hence the scolding at the beginning of the session.
With a cold glance at the old Mage, Luxius cursed, "If I rember correctly, it was you who first objected to the Bartlet Monarch’s return, and for this, you fell out with the Holy Briania, wasn’t it!"
The old Mage’s face showed a bitter expression as he said, "The foundation of Holy Briania is ultimately stronger than ours, and although they are mainly Priests, they still hold a significant advantage in other magical domains.
It’s a necessity..."
"Is it a necessity, or do you simply not wish to? Of all the Mage Academies in the Bell Federation, it was a few of you who first spoke out against this, and it’s your students who left the Federation to join Holy Briania in the greatest numbers."
Seeing this, another Mage from one of the three major Royal Court Academies tried to smooth things over, laughing awkwardly and saying:
"Magic knows no borders; this is an age-old topic."
After hearing what that Mage said, Luxius slamd the table in anger and cursed loudly:
"What ’magic knows no borders’? That’s a joke, really... Bartlet has been locked up for three years because he’s returning to the Federation, and you talk about no borders.
Who trained you, you talk about no borders; it’s the Bell Federation that trained the Mages who run off, not the Holy Briania.
After they’re trained, they all go to Holy Briania. Then who will build up the Federation? I teach you, and you run off to Holy Briania. Perhaps one day you’ll fight against the Federation, and spells cast by your students will fly over and ’duang’ blow Luxius to death.
Why on earth should I teach you? What if it killed your mother, would that be fine?"
Simple foul language, the ultimate pleasure!
Luxius’s words provoked laughter from Mages of various academies online, but the two who had recently been indirectly scolded by Luxius wore awkward expressions, with dissatisfaction and anger in their eyes.
However, they didn’t dare talk back much, because Luxius really could blow them to death.
Luxius did not stop his scolding, pointing at the old Mage and saying:
"If you had spent as much ti on your magical achievents as you do on pleasing other nations, then you wouldn’t have just this little to show for it and be here arguing with about not putting pressure on the Orean Independent Kingdom...
Those damn small n dare to speak out only because they’re borrowing the courage from their father, Holy Briania, right?
The reason they dare to make noise is that there are fools like you who can’t see the situation clearly, cheering them on from the sidelines. What face do you have to attend this online eting and then talk nonsense in front of ?
Let tell you, if you say one more word now, don’t let find an opportunity, or even if you hide in the Royal Court for your whole life, I’ll eventually skin you to see what dirty pus you’ve hidden inside."
Luxius’s words were stunningly loud, shocking the other Mages present, who hadn’t expected this newly risen Controlling Mage Monarch to be so bold.
This was almost like stepping on the faces of the two academies, pointing fingers and calling them a bunch of traitors to the nation.
The two old Mages realized why those with older credentials had all refrained from applying to attend this online eting: Luxius’s tongue was just too venomous.
Upon this reflection, they regretted taking on this task too readily.
The problem was, they didn’t have much to rebut Luxius’s words, because in recent years, the number of people leaving their two academies indeed had been too large.
But... they still felt this didn’t quite qualify as betrayal of the Federation, given that the Federation was indeed far behind in so respects.
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"Let be clear, regardless of what the other academies do, this ti the Secret Scroll Mage Academy, excluding the Academy Head and those Mages who must stay behind, will all collectively go to the Orean Independent Kingdom.
I want to see if those damned dwarfs still have the sa spirit to resist when our Mages unite."
The crowd looked at each other in disbelief. They certainly hadn’t expected Luxius to treat this trip with such a frenzied attitude, clearly aiming not just to welco, but to establish authority.
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