The Demon King's Forgiveness
Old Wizard Zog, whom the manor owner Rashid had hired at great expense to preside over the meeting, actually wanted to leave this troublesome place as well.
However, he had already accepted such a generous payment from the man. Leaving just like that would weigh on his conscience, so he had no choice but to stay and continue presiding over the meeting.
After the self-service lunch, only a little over a hundred participants remained in the entire hall. There really weren't any more than that.
Some people had even fled without eating lunch, afraid they would be implicated.
Even half the manor's staff had run off. What good was getting paid if they didn't live long enough to spend it?
Seeing that the hall had been packed with Wizards that morning, only for more than two-thirds of them to disappear by afternoon, manor owner Rashid's heart naturally turned ice-cold.
Nearly ninety percent of the Wizards who remained were all talk and no action. There wasn't a single one who could truly fight, and even the Black Wizard couldn't be bothered to bully them.
In other words, the plan Great Wizard Zog was preparing to propose for suppressing Demon King Kad had absolutely no ability to be carried out.
What could these Wizards who only knew how to talk possibly do?
Shout "666" from the sidelines?
The afternoon meeting was nothing but awkward chatter.
Where was Demon King Kad?
How were they going to find him?
How would they seal and suppress him?
How many people and how much material would they need?
Only two or three people could understand what was being said.
Old Wizard Zog sighed repeatedly in his heart, while most of the Wizards wore blank expressions.
Most of the Wizards who relied on