As a truly intelligent person, no wizard from anywhere—not even the madmen atop the Black Tower—would ever be a martyr. When they knew something was impossible, they would first choose to protect themselves.
The Silver Robe Mage quickly understood this. He instinctively assumed that the other party was a wizard of a higher rank than himself. Of course, he absolutely refused to believe that a warrior could snatch away his staff with the slightest lift of a hand. Putting on a respectful expression, he stammered, "...My lord, please believe me, I had absolutely no intention of offending you. If I had known your power was so immense, I would never have shown you the slightest disrespect."
This seemingly absurd logic was the truth of the wizarding world. In this world that pursued magic and power, the strong were respected and the capable came first. If a powerful wizard attacked a weak wizard, it was only natural. But offending the dignity of the strong was one of the most foolish things imaginable.
Of course, wizards often thought highly of themselves. The Artificer Wizards of the Silver Society, in particular, generally followed an unwritten rule against attacking mortals. However, there were always people who secretly ignored such agreements—especially when those mortals "failed to keep their eyes open."
Naturally, this wizard would never have imagined that one day he would become that blind fool.
But before he could finish speaking, Brando interrupted him. "I don't care about that nonsense. The sentence before it."
"The... the sentence before it?"
The Silver Robe Mage froze for a moment, but then realized what Brando meant. Rolint, standing nearby, actually saw this arrogant great figure suddenly begin trembling like a sieve.
Seeing this, Brando already understood. He said coldly, "The Ivory Staff, guardian of Tarian's secret realm.