On the seats reserved for the wizards participating in the defense, Brandy Wizard was overjoyed. He had never expected that, among the three people posing the greatest threat to him in this round of Special-Grade Funding, Antoine would inexplicably vanish, Wizard Zeno would sever his own path forward, and Locke Augustine would go even further by publicly insulting thirty Second-Ring Wizards. The arrogance of his actions was utterly unprecedented, rare even in the history of Cloud Marsh Wetland.
In the past, even Throne Catherine had never done anything like this!
Brandy Wizard wore a smile.
Droma Wizard, meanwhile, sat rooted to the spot. He swallowed and looked at Locke, who was harshly denouncing the thirty Second-Ring Wizards of Golden Crown Mountain as nothing but decrepit old men. He finally understood why his repeated attempts to recruit Locke had been rejected, and why he had been unable to bring Locke into the group.
How could someone like that possibly be fooled by him?
At that moment, Droma Wizard even felt afraid of Locke.
For a moment, Witch Catherine's pupils contracted slightly, but in the next instant, she began to laugh.
In the audience, Sea Queen Throne quickly drank the entire bottle of Wizard Wine in her hand, her eyes never leaving Locke.
At that moment, the five judges on the panel all raised their heads and glanced at Locke. But it was only a glance. They continued looking down expressionlessly at the materials in their hands, writing their evaluations of Locke's defense performance. None of them showed the slightest emotional reaction to Locke's seemingly arrogant words.
The thirty-member Second-Ring Wizard review panel exploded like firecrackers being set off.
"What? Then we'll see what he plans to do next. He called us decrepit old men, so what does that make him? A