Chapter 53: Shame Turns to Anger

  "Halt! You've offended Miss Lorrain, and you think you can just walk away?" Bathurst's face was flushed with indignation as he reached out to stop Lin Li, who was about to leave.

  "This Mr. I'm not qualified to know, can you just tell me simply what you want to do...” Lin Li asked very weakly, he was almost driven crazy by this guy, from head to toe he didn't know where he came from, nor did he know what he wanted to do, even his name was unknown, but as a result, he had been accusing and offending Ruo Lin all along. Lin Li was completely confused, even if he had offended Ruo Lin, what did it have to do with him?

  "This is a banquet hosted by Isaac City. I don't want to make things big, but I advise you one sentence, it's better to apologize to Miss Roland immediately!"

  "The other's relentless entanglement had already made Lin Li somewhat angry, and his facial expression also cooled down: 'What if I don't apologize?'"

  "When the time comes, you'll know...". Basler's smile seemed to bring out that unhidden sense of superiority again: "Maybe you'll get beaten up and thrown out of this banquet, maybe even kicked out of the Magic Guild. I think your master, Kevin the magician, shouldn't be so petty as to fall out with Isaac, the lord of the city, over just a follower..."

  All sorts of terrible endings, Lin Li was stunned, is this really the legendary genius? Just relying on a few tears from the red-haired beauty, can infer so many things, and imagine all sorts of terrible endings, how strong does one's imagination need to be to achieve this? It's such a waste that he doesn't change careers to write knights...

  "Have you thought it through?" Seeing Lin Li remaining silent for a long time, Basler's expression became even more complacent. He seemed to have already seen the scene where his opponent would humbly admit defeat and be forced to apologize in front of Miss Roland...

  "Think about it clearly, to put it simply, if I don't apologize, things might get very bad...” Lin Li nodded honestly, he had indeed thought it through: “But after thinking it through, I still decided not to apologize.”

  He dropped such a sentence and Lin Li turned around and left, he really didn't want to get too close to a mentally ill person.

  "YOU!" Basler's face froze, that high-and-mighty smile suddenly twisted into a grotesque grin. Lin Li's words were like a slap in the face, striking him with a stinging blow. Basler, who had always been in a favorable position, had never experienced such humiliation before. After a brief moment of stunned silence, his anger instantly consumed what little reason he had left.

  Batholomew's right hand jerked up suddenly, and the ruby set into his ring flashed a dull red light.

  Lin Ligang had just taken six or seven steps forward when he suddenly sensed the magical elements around him twisting violently. He almost subconsciously felt that something was off, and by the time he wanted to react, it was already a bit too late. He could only barely manage to raise an elemental shield.

  Right behind, the ruby sparkled with a flash of light, and a dazzling flame suddenly spread out, as if a fiery dragon was rushing forward, like a giant flame net falling from the sky.

  "Bathrol - stop!" At this time, Isaac was whispering to a middle-aged man, who knew that as soon as he looked up, he saw this shocking scene. In that instant, Isaac's heart went cold. That was the treasure of the Magic Guild, and if something happened at his own banquet, his cheap uncle, Greian, would probably tear down the entire castle...

  But Isaac's cry had come a little too late.

  In the instant he opened his mouth, dozens of fire dragons had already crashed into the elemental shield.

  "Boom!" A loud noise suddenly came from the banquet hall.

  A dazzling blaze burst forth, countless sparkling sparks fell onto the carpet, burning out small black dots on the thick carpet. Under the two surging waves of magical energy, the surrounding tables and chairs were overturned in all directions. More than a dozen pure white napkins danced in the air under the crystal chandelier, while several guests who were slightly closer were pushed by the waves and fell to the ground.

  At this moment, everyone was stunned.

  Including Isaac, the lord of Gallos stared at the small spark that had been ignited, his eyes already filled with despair. He stretched out his hand to point at Basler, wanting to scold him a few words, but found himself unable to speak, and instead let out a complex sigh, slowly putting down his outstretched hand.

  In that quiet corner, Rowena, who was crying with tears streaming down her face, also witnessed this shocking scene. Under the flying flames, Rowena's tear-stained face was filled with an expression of extreme shock, her red lips slightly open, yet feeling as if something was stuck in her heart. In that instant, she found herself worrying about that young wizard...

  And almost at the same time, Kevin had already dropped the wine glass in his hand and rushed over here like a madman.

  "What's wrong, Uncle Isaac?" Bathurst seemed quite pleased with himself over the blow, leisurely removing a napkin from his head and patting his hand before revealing a relaxed smile. However, when he turned around, he saw Isaac standing there with an ashen face, leaving Bathurst somewhat perplexed for a moment.

  "Slap!" What awaited him was a solid slap. Isaac, in his great anger, had lost all his usual composure.

  "Ahh... Uncle Isaac... why did you hit me?" This slap sent Batholomew stumbling backward, his hand covering his left cheek, a dazed look on his face.

  "Isaac shook with rage: 'Do you know what you've done?'"

  "What have I done, am I not just a little magician? Uncle Isaac, if you feel sorry for me, I'll let my family send twenty magicians to your place tomorrow." Bathrol had never been beaten in public since he was young, but now he was slapped by Isaac. Although he didn't dare to resist openly, his tone already had some resentment.

  "Twenty magicians? Hahaha..." Isaac was so angry that he burst out laughing: "You're really generous, but unfortunately, even if it's not twenty, but fifty, you won't be able to get a single hair from others. Forget it, forget it, do whatever you want, I don't care about this matter anymore. Besides, even if I wanted to intervene, I couldn't. You write a letter to your father yourself, hoping that Grerian will return before it's too late..."

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  I'm being made depressed by the book review section. If you don't like it, just close the webpage, no need to scold in the review section... Moreover, scolding that this book is too pretentious... Can't you understand from the author's name? Next time I'll directly call it "pretentious offender" will it be clearer?