Punk's question was not tactful, and Babeng's answer was no different.
Now, thanks to the Mass Suggestion Spell, the townsfolk who had returned to their daily lives completely ignored the uninvited guests at the entrance of the town. This allowed the two Legendary Mages to converse easily and "frankly."
Although... neither the content nor the atmosphere of their conversation could be described as friendly.
For example, when Punk sent a mental message tinged with obvious displeasure—"Why didn't you disguise yourself more carefully?"—Thick Rock Layer replied in a blunt, deeply justified voice:
"Babeng doesn't know how!"
"..."
Very good. Very powerful!
"Doesn't know how" sounded like a barely acceptable reason, didn't it? After all, not every Legendary spellcaster possessed a whole collection of Legendary Level Spells while still at the newly-promoted Legendary stage. Who knew how many Legendary powerhouses had been forced to rack their brains to "create" Legendary Level Spells for their own use? Babeng had only just reached level twenty-seven as a Legendary Mage, so it did not seem strange that his knowledge was insufficient...
Strange my ass! Who was he trying to fool? Fine, maybe he did not know Legendary Level Spells—but did he not even know Master Level spells?
In an instant, Punk spotted the logical flaw in Babeng's words. Naturally, Whisper of Destruction had no intention of pretending not to notice such an obviously perfunctory answer and letting it slide.
Before carrying out the mission, Punk believed it was necessary to understand what kind of person his teammate was, what alignment he belonged to, and what attitude he held toward Punk's position as the "team leader."
Therefore, even over such a seemingly insignificant "little matter," the caster's gaze gradually turned sinister, and he had no intention of yielding in the slightest.
Facing the "little giant," nearly