Chapter 435: Chapter 434: Turning Point
“You’re unwilling?” Seeing that he remained silent for a long ti, Morris’s eyes grew slightly darker.
“Sorcerer Marichadon, we kindly brought you here to see the Pure White Tower, shared all knowledge with you without reservation, and yet you’re not satisfied?” Tuya stepped forward and said coldly.
Hearing this, the other two female sorcerers quickly chid in, ready to take action if he refused to agree.
Ivan was not surprised by their behavior; he knew they were not as agreeable as they had first seed. If this had been another place, he suspected they would resort to violence first and make their demands later.
That would be more fitting behavior for the offspring of a major family.
“Ha, you’re the ones with no sha, plagiarizing the Pure White Eyes without admitting it, and now you want Sorcerer Ivan to co forward to vouch for you. This ant has never seen such brazen humans before.”
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Just as the conflict was about to erupt, a swamp ant swiftly moved between them, as if to say that anyone who wanted to touch Ivan would have to go through it first.
“Get lost! You’re just a re follower, an ant-like creature or pet beast at most; you have no right to speak here. Step aside!” Tuya’s anger flared up, and he raised his hand, ready to strike.
“You think I’m afraid of you? Trying to rationalize plagiarism?” The swamp ant was not intimidated at all; its Ze King aura faintly erged.
“Who are you saying plagiarized? It was re ‘borrowing’, borrowing, you hear? Even he just admitted it—the Pure White Tower is an exception at monitoring spatial turmoil and has deviated from his Domain of Pure White Eyes. It’s not the sa thing at all.”
Morris stopped Tuya from acting on his anger, as the word ‘plagiarism’ struck a particularly harsh chord to him.
The traces of a Domain Aura displayed by the swamp ant didn’t worry the four sorcerers; it was just a slightly stronger Ant Beast after all.
“Sorcerer Marichadon, I’ve made no mistake in what I said, have I?” Morris turned directly to Ivan.
“No mistake, the two focus on different aspects,” Ivan admitted without compromising the truth, caring little for gaining or losing a title. “I understand what you an, and I have a suggestion.”
“Speak.”
“Sorcerer Morris ntioned that the Pure White Tower has shared all knowledge with without reservation. However, I had too little ti and didn’t comprehend it fully. Once I have fully understood it, if soone asks about the Pure White Tower, I’ll tell them that the Pure White Tower is a new innovation, how about that?”
“No, that would make it a transaction and could be used against us.”
Morris flatly rejected Ivan’s proposal.
Hearing this, Ivan almost burst out laughing in frustration. Did they really expect him to acknowledge the Pure White Tower wholeheartedly and then clarify on their behalf?
Unfortunately, the people before him were not persuasive enough, nor was the Pure White Tower enough to win him over.
“Ladies and gentlen, if there is nothing else, I’ll be returning to my airship,” he said, no longer in the mood for their nonsense.
“That’s not possible. You cannot leave without giving us an answer,” Morris insisted.
“Is that so? Well, you can try to stop , and if you manage to do so, I might consider speaking on your behalf,” Ivan said seriously, with an indistinct smile on his face.
As he spoke, his aura spread out, causing his robes to flutter ceaselessly, his fearso presence instantly filling the entire Pure White Tower.
The four of them felt it intensely.
Compared to the swamp ant, the pressure brought by Sorcerer Marichadon was far more formidable. With their experience, it was not hard to discern that this person had indeed reached that stage—the Pseudo-Lord.
Different from other races, once a sorcerer reached this stage, their power beca terrifying, unmatched by any Level 3 Sorcerer.
“You—how is it possible, how could your strength increase so quickly?”
“I know now, he must have received a great amount of the Witch’s Favor.”
Morris and the others evidently ca prepared, knowing quite a bit about Ivan already. Thinking they found the key reason, Tuya looked at him with envy.
It’s no wonder Tuya felt envious.
As a young sorcerer of the sa generation, his rival not only consistently stole the lilight in the sorcerer world but had also gained so many precious powers, making his path as a sorcerer smooth sailing.
How could the scions of the great families bear this?
“Out of consideration for our shared School of Space, I’ll give you another choice—if you surpass in either spatial proficiency or Enchantnt proficiency, I will willingly open my eyes for you; otherwise—why should I?”
Ivan didn’t pay attention to the others’ changing expressions and continued to make a suggestion, but he drew back his aura into a more restrained state.
This?
Tuya and his companions were aware that the other party was renowned in the sorcerer world for his Enchantnt proficiency; it was less certain if his strength exceeded his enchantnts, as for spatial proficiency—it was a bit hard to gauge.
Tuya and his two companions looked at Morris, hoping he would make a decision.
However, Morris was staring blankly at his opponent, seemingly lost in thought.
“Morris?”
“Oh—oh.”
Morris snapped back to reality after hearing Tuya’s call.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Morris feigned a cough and said in a deep voice, “Ahem, you all go out first; I need to have a word alone with Sorcerer Marichadon.”
“Morris, we can team up to take him down; use so other tricks if necessary, there’s no need—” Tuya thought he had chosen to trade and inevitably began to advise.
“Go out first, I want to talk to him alone.”
“Fine, as you wish.”
Seeing this resolve from Morris, Tuya reluctantly agreed.
“That attendant, hurry up and get out.” Tuya didn’t forget to call the swamp ant, insisting on a solitary talk—how could the attendant be so out of touch?
“Sorcerer Ivan, I will wait outside,” the swamp ant would not listen to his orders and left the Pure White Tower only after receiving a signal from Ivan.
After the Pure White Tower closed, it emitted a soft white glow all around, keeping the tower interior from becoming dim.
Now, only the two of them remained inside—Marichadon hinted that he could speak now.
“Sorcerer Marichadon, I think I saw just now, you—you’re wearing two sorcerer robes?” Morris brought up sothing irrelevant.
“That’s none of your business,” said Ivan, slightly frowning.
“You misunderstand ; I just wanted to confirm if the sorcerer robe you’re wearing underneath is the ‘Wind Thunder Robe,’ nothing more, and certainly no ill intentions,” Morris realized his words could be misconstrued and quickly elaborated.
“So what if it is?”
“If it is, then that’s wonderful. In fact, I also have a Wind Thunder Robe. Don’t believe ? Look.”
As he spoke, Morris took an exquisitely crafted box out of his Space Ring. The box opened to reveal a colorful sorcerer robe.
The style, the fashion, the colors, the aura—it was clearly another Wind Thunder Robe, the work of the sa creator.
“And what does this prove?” Ivan remarked impassively.
This flamboyant Wind Thunder Robe was a junior magic artifact; more than six years ago, Chairman Hotter had given it as a token of thanks for the royal court wine of the Dark Elf race he had sent.
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