Inside the largest room of a small inn by the main road, more than ten kilometers west of Antalya Warlock Academy, four people sat around a huge table. Two of them were Annie and Erin.
One of the other two was a young man in a gray Wizard Apprentice robe, three copper lines embroidered on his cuffs. He had hawk-like eyes, a hooked nose, and faint traces of bloody aura lingering around his body.
The other was a man built like a bear, wearing a gray Warlock robe with three copper lines embroidered on the cuffs. He had short blue hair and an animal claw scar across his left cheek.
The young man surrounded by a faint bloody aura stared at Annie, his brows tightly furrowed as he said in a deep voice, "Annie, why did you invite him? He's just trash with a good uncle. Everything he has was piled up with resources. In terms of combat strength, I'm afraid he couldn't even beat a Grand Knight. A person like that would only drag us down."
Annie's willow eyebrows shot up. "Tarks, watch your words. Have you forgotten the lesson of that fool Bandania? Or do you want to become the laughingstock of another fool?"
Bandania's affair had already spread throughout Antalya Warlock Academy, where he had become synonymous with fools and idiots. It was precisely because of this that Yang Feng had not suffered any provocation within Antalya Warlock Academy. Although most students envied and despised him as trash who had rapidly advanced through the power of his Lineage, no one dared say anything provocative to his face.
Tarks frowned slightly and clenched his fists. Staring at Annie, anger flashed through his eyes as he said coldly, "Annie, are you going to run and inform that trash? Is