"Even now, you're still trying to joke around with me?" Wosbaits looked at him as though he were utterly absurd. "Ron Andre was personally sent to Chaos City by you. Did you think I wouldn't know?"
"Is it you who's stupid, or me? The person you sent over is now saying you never provided him with supplies?"
"That Flower Shop was arranged by your mercenary group, wasn't it? Do you take everyone in the academy for useless fools? You think we can't investigate something this trivial!?"
The atmosphere between the two grew increasingly hostile.
"That shop was requested by His Highness Ron himself. I didn't know beforehand what he intended to use it for," Webster said gravely.
"You didn't know? Hahaha! You didn't know?" Wosbaits burst into laughter, his beard trembling wildly, making him look like a madman—
"If you truly didn't know, then Andre deliberately kept it from you!"
"A dignified seventh-rank legendary warrior, yet you weren't even informed of something like this!"
"Webster, you've truly lived your life like a dog!"
"And you still serve Andre? He never truly trusted you at all!"
Webster ignored his mockery completely, fixing him with a burning gaze as he asked, "Why would the Nether Orchid and Golden Red Chrysanthemum be arrangements made by the Empire? If I said all of this was a plot orchestrated by the Magic Academy to prop up the Seventh Prince, what would you think?"
The moment the words fell.
Wosbaits immediately stopped walking, and a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from him.
The surroundings instantly turned scorching hot as well.
He turned sideways to look at Webster, and it seemed as though a sea of flames boiled within his eyes.
"What are you trying to say?" Wosbaits' voice was low, his gaze frighteningly dangerous.
Webster's expression remained