Xu Nan was somewhat dismissive of Quillras's explanation.
As Molly's nominal spokesperson and a highly respected spellcaster, he had actually failed to carefully consider every possibility before summoning a monster like a Blood Elf. His motives were truly questionable.
If that Legendary Hold Person spell had not arrived in time, and if Quillras's surprise and regret after the Blood Elf proved immune had not seemed so genuine, Xu Nan would have unhesitatingly suspected that the man had wanted to silence a witness through murder.
Of course, on closer thought, there were still many details that defied common sense.
If Quillras truly wanted to murder Young Master Milun, the heir of the Artsam Family would probably have died countless times already.
Even so, Xu Nan could not agree with Quillras's handling of the matter.
"Another powerful spellcaster of the same age definitely wouldn't have been this unreliable."
"As expected, Divine Art Masters have all had their brains kicked by donkeys."
As that thought flashed through his mind, Xu Nan also noticed several suspicious points. However, those details were too minor. Without sufficient evidence, they could only remain his instinctive guesses.
"You clearly wanted to kill me!"
Trembling, Milen barely managed to sit in his wheelchair with the old man's and Xu Nan's help.
He looked furious, his face filled with lingering fear.
"He wanted to order that monster to murder me!"
He used all his strength to roar at the crowd below, "You have to protect me!"
Yet the crowd's reaction drove Milen even deeper into despair.
Most people merely frowned slightly, but none stood on Milen's side.
The reason was simple. The Kutelin People were a formidable people. They worshipped strength, and most of them were exceptionally courageous.
Although what had just happened appeared to be Quillras's fault, Milen's performance