The Wizard Path From The Simulator

: : “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.

So naturally, no one was going to speak for Levan now, even though Levan was the current Society Master of the Black Robe Seekers’ Club.

Everyone was a Level 1 Wizard Apprentice; who could indeed claim superiority over another?

Hence, most people at the table chose an attitude of indifference.

Watching this scenario, Mullen sat back down with a cynical smirk on his face.

He knew exactly what this old man intended to do – wage war against the Golden Lion Family.

The nature of an organization like the Black Robe Seekers’ Club was completely different from that of a family.

A family acts with one heart, but how could a small wizard organization like the Black Robe Seekers’ Club act in unison?

“Do you think we will act as the knife for your son’s revenge? Impossible! ”

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

In fact, no individual in the room was a fool.

It’s true that Mullen had been on the receiving end of Carl’s favors.

But to say that ne would turn against the Golden Lion Family just because or a past favor would be impossible.

What kind of people are wizards? They’re a group of egoists.

His confrontation with Levan was still for his own interests.

Is the Golden Lion Family so easy to deal with? If it was, there would be no need for this roundtable meeting.

The thoughts of some present were similar to Mullen’s, though unlike Mullen, they did not confront Levan directly.

The reason was simple; Mullen could use Carl’s favor as a reason to counter Levan; they had no such excuse.

After living for so many years, would Levan really not understand what Mullen was thinking? It was impossible; he saw through everything clearer than anyone.

So, under Mullen’s gaze, he revealed a peculiar grin.

As Mullen kept his focus on Levan, he naturally saw this peculiar smile, causing his heart to tremble slightly.

As expected, under his puzzled look, Levan began to speak.bender

“If that’s the case, the matter concerning the Golden Lion Family….”

Mullen breathed a sigh of relief, thinking Levan had given up on the idea of dealing with the Golden Lion Family.

Who would have thought Levan’s words suddenly diverted.

“The matter concerning the Golden Lion Family, we will follow the old rules, let’s vote!”

“What?”

Mullen, staring at the raised arms one after the other, felt his heart sinking.

“Damn old man, you’re playing tricks, huh!?”

Golden Lion Estate, Family Training Ground.

Two figures clad in silvery-white armor clashed, where blue and golden light intertwined.

A thunderous clashing of swords resonated across the training ground.

After a while, the two withdrew their swords and halted.

One of them was Milton Cheney, and the one with the surrounding blue airflow was Elm.

William had gone to the Underground Palace to train the Family Shadow Guards.

When the Black Robe Seekers’ Club comes, those Shadow Guards will also play a significant role.

Since Earl Arthur learned that Milton had become a Grand Knight, the family meeting was held without concealing anything from Milton.

All family resources were also open to Milton.

However, these resources didn’t mean much to Milton at this time.

Because Milton knew clearly that he had reached the end of the Path of the Knight.

“Young Master, your strength doesn’t seem like that of a newly-hatched Grand Knight. It’s as if you’ve honed your power on the path of the Grand Knight for many years. ”

On the training ground, Elm, facing Milton, spoke with surprise.

Milton’s strength, although less than his, was stronger than anyone new to the world of the Grand Knight.

He was one of the few who knew that Milton had become a Grand Knight.

Elm was absolutely loyal to the family; this much Milton knew.

His father didn’t hide Milton’s breakthrough to Grand Knight from Elm; that alone spoke volumes.

What Elm didn’t know was that Milton had hidden a part of his strength.

If Milton truly gave it his all, Elm would probably be even more astonished.

“It might be due to the influence of Innate Giant Strength, it’s not much compared to Sir Elm.”

“By the way, Elm, has there been any unusual activity within the family these days?”

Milton replied with a gentle smile and then asked Elm a question.

These past few days, Earl Arthur has been out early every day and returned late. He had only held a family conference four or five days ago.

Becoming concerned about Milton’s safety, Earl Arthur had moved Milton to live at the Golden Lion Estate. The little estate where Milton usually resided was currently vacant.

“There hasn’t been any abnormal activity at the estate, but there were some minor disturbances in Far East City. However, they have been dealt with.” Speaking of official affairs, Elm turned serious again.

In Elm’s eyes, Milton was more and more adopting the demeanor of Earl

Arthur.

“A storm is brewing!”

Milton murmured quietly to himself as Elm stood in silence behind him.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Milton didn’t forget that in the last three simulations, the breakout of the big war had always been set to this year.

Although the Simulator didn’t reveal the exact timing, Milton felt that it won’t be too far away. The counterattack of the Black Robe Seekers’ Club was imminent.

This was the first time since Milton arrived in this world that he was directly confronting an entire wizard organization.

Although it was a small wizard organization of a subcontinent, they couldn’t relax their guard.

No matter how weak a wizard organization may be, one must never underestimate them for one reason; they are wizards.

While they may only be Wizard Apprentices, who knows what strange methods they possess.

After all, in this world, wizards are synonymous with power.

To say Milton was completely calm without a hint of unease would be a lie. However, he didn’t feel scared, but rather, somewhat strangely excited and expectant..