A Talent-Wasting Fool

With Banville acting like this, Anna could no longer save face. Just as she was about to withdraw the fruit juice in her hand—

Banville suddenly said, "Of course, I personally like people who know their place and understand rank and status. If you can kneel before me, strip yourself clean, and beg me, I might consider drinking the fruit juice you brewed yourself."

"Wizard Banville, you've gone too far!"

Upon hearing this, Eric angrily spoke to Banville before Anna could react.

"Anna offered it with nothing but good intentions. How can you trample on her kindness with such an attitude?"

Banville glanced indifferently at Eric and said, "When did I allow you to speak to me like that?"

After speaking, Banville released a terrifying Magical Pressure.

His mental energy, reaching as high as 800 points, shattered Eric's psychological defenses with the force of rotten wood collapsing beneath a storm.

Eric instinctively lowered his head, sprawled on the ground, and trembled violently.

Anna did not look at Eric's condition at all. She only watched Banville, who looked so imposing before Eric.

This was the child of a Formal Wizard.

Even if he had not inherited powerful spiritual talent.

As long as a Formal Wizard was willing, he could still become a First-Rank Wizard Apprentice.

He could even become a powerful First-Rank Wizard Apprentice, second only to a Formal Wizard.

Anna stretched out her hand and removed her clothes one piece at a time, revealing her fair skin.

Holding the fruit juice in both hands, a faint blush flashed across her face. She softly said to Banville, "Wizard Banville, please have some fruit juice."

Watching this scene, Banville smiled and said, "I permit you to feed me."

Upon hearing this, Anna completely ignored the piercing gazes of the other Wizards around