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Chapter 91 - 90: Betting_l

“Palo, long time no see!”

The determined man walked to the center of the private booth, immediately opened his arms in a hugging gesture, and warmly greeted Wizard Palo in a

loud voice.

“Peter, you’re as extravagant as ever.’

Wizard Palo ignored his open arms, responded with indifference, stretching out his right hand for a brief handshake.

“Haha… who asked me to be born into the Lionel family?”

The determined man, Palo referred to as Peter, likewise ignored Wizard Palo’s outstretched hand, laughed heartily and delcared, “Born with the powers, status, and wealth that most people can’t achieve in their entire livesq, if I’m not extravagant, who else is? You?”

By the end of his sentence, Wizard Peter Lionel’s tone took on a bizarre note of contempt and belittlement.

Wizard Palo’s face remained unchanged, he responded indifferently, “Before the face of ultimate power, all privileges, statuses, and wealth are like sand castles, with one wave nothing remains.”

With that, Palo Wizard’s voice turned, and he said sarcastically with a smile, “The two sages of the Lionel family have been stuck in the Treant World for thirty years now. I heard that the college was planning to organize an expedition to conquer the Treant World and save Sage Henry Lionel and Sage Elenor Lionel, but your family called it off? That’s really extravagant!”

“Hmph! The affairs of the Lionel family are not your concern.”

Peter Lionel’s face instantly darkened, his eyes seemed ready to spit out divine fire to bum everything in the world.

Had he not been standing behind Wizard Palo, all the pressure from Wizard

Peter Lionel would have been blocked by Wizard Palo.

Link felt that he would instantly die if he came into contact with that gaze.

Peter Lionel, who could hold his own against Wizard Palo, was naturally also a peak Tier 3 wizard on the verge of being promoted to sage.

The confidence of the Lionel family in refusing the college’s proposal was also due to Peter Lionel.

The Treant World was a place extremely suitable for water and wood system wizards to live, thrive, and practice, with a limit capacity up to a Level Five

Sage.

The Lionel family’s attack on the Treant World had been going on for thirty years and progress had been smooth.

As long as Peter Lionel was promoted to sage, organizing the third major cooperative combat wizard army, timely reinforcements could completely conquer the Treant World.

At such a critical juncture, how could they tolerate someone within the college power structure or certain families who wanted to pluck the fruit of their labors?

Of course, the Lionel family did their utmost to resist and find ways to stop the expedition.

It was like Wizard Palo was rubbing salt into a wound, his few words hitting

Peter Lionel’s sore point hard.

After all, for the Lionel family to try and stop the college’s movement, it obviously wouldn’t be without cost!

“I certainly don’t concern myself, but…”

Wizard Palo’s smile deepened, “The person who should be concerned didn’t concentrate, instead, he had the leisure to invite me out for amusement. Tsk, tsk…”

The others’ reactions to this statement were unclear to Link.

All he knew was that his impression of Wizard Palo as cold and taciturn shattered in an instant.

Turns out, when launching a verbal assault, Wizard Palo could also be so biting, so sharp, so caustic.

Peter Lionel exhaled heavily from his nostrils, suppressing the anger stoked by Wizard Palo, and regained his composure: “I am able to come out for amusement because all the resources needed for my promotion are properly prepared, unlike some people who need to think of all kinds of ways to save money diligently!”

Wizard Palo, completely unaffected by the taunt, instead displayed an air of pride, spread out both his hands taking a close look, and then said seriously, “Earning money with your own hands is not a disgrace!

Wizard Peter Lionel was left speechless.

This saying had a source.

The founders of Ravensmouth Biological and Medical College, the Great Sage Rewo, and the Great Sage Soth, were also without family support or cultivation of large forces before setting up the college.

One day, Rewo, who was still a sage, faced the mockery of a rival from a major family and responded in this way.

Peter Lionel realized that his attempt to mock Wizard Palo as a miserable pauper had been deflected, subtly implying some mockery toward Great Sage

Rewo and Great Sage Soros.

“Hmph!”

Unsatisfied, Wizard Peter Lionel glared at Wizard Palo, becoming somewhat indignant. “Just talk properly, there’s no need to digress!” he admonished. Wizard Palo simply smiled without nitpicking every small mistake in the words of his adversary.

He merely wanted to rile up his opponent, after all.

A war of words wouldn’t kill anyone.

“Enough, let’s not talk about unimportant matters.

Wizard Peter Lionel took the main seat on the left side of the booth, waved his right hand to change the topic, “I invited you here today for two things.” The two wizards who accompanied him found their own seats, their faces stern and unexpressive, rather rigid.

“Go ahead.”

Wizard Palo also took the main seat from the right side of the box. Wizards Serene and Cody took their seats behind and beside Wizard Palo. The wizard apprentices, naturally, were standing behind the wizards.

“The first thing,”

Peter Lionel raised his right index finger, “We’ve been fighting each other for so many years, with no ultimate winner. Now we are both about to be promoted to sages, we’ll be out campaigning for decades and rarely return, why not settle our grievances once and for all?”

“Sure.”

Wizard Palo calmly agreed, “What’s your proposition?

Your enemies often understand you better than anyone else.

When Wizard Palo received the invitation, he had a rough idea of what Peter Lionel was trying to do, and how he was planning to do it.

He was not only psychologically prepared but also prepared in terms of talent reserves.

Antoine Hilton, the backbone of the “New Blood Mutual Aid Association,” Link Grande, standing behind him, were all meant to handle the duel that Peter

Lionel was about to propose.

As expected, Peter Lionel stated: “Our grudges stem from the ‘New Blood Mutual Aid Association’ you founded and the ‘Pure Blood Volition’ I formed. For decades, both organizations have continued to exist.

The disputes between official wizards are strictly controlled by the academy and cannot be unrolled easily.

Let’s compete with the personnel from these two organizations in the two campuses of the junior division.

The specific contest we can settle for will be the results of the grand competition between the two divisions the next summer.

The Grand Competition isn’t an exam, it’s not the format where one subject is tested and then moved on to the next, but an integrated evaluation, in multiple formats, topics randomly drawn, either giving the participating wizard apprentices a research topic, or setting a duel for the wizard apprentices, or throwing the wizard apprentices into a specific environment…

Above all, what’s competed for is the wizard apprentices’ ability to explore and solve problems based on their own knowledge and witchcraft skills.

“Alright, what’s the wager then?”