A stir broke out among the previously quiet Mages. For these image-conscious Archmages, such audible whispering was a rarity.
No Mage who had made it this far was a fool.
Lucimar's words were far too obvious for anyone to miss his meaning.
But the Mages soon fell silent.
They understood something else, too: Grand Sage Ismael himself remained unaffected.
Whatever trouble Mrs. Demit was in, it had at least not affected this World Child's standing with Oaisis.
For now, then, they had no need to change their plans or actions.
As for whether trouble would erupt within the Ismail Family, what did that have to do with them?
The more chaos, the better. Ideally, without them lifting a finger, these younger Ismails would slaughter one another until hardly any were left to make it to the top.
As for whether the Grand Sage would be so furious when he returned that he canceled every slot... ha, absolutely not.
Someone who treasured himself as much as Ismail did would never waste even the slightest opportunity.
When the time came, they might even be able to approach him in their families' names and take more of their own people along.
Mo Bi Chenxin cast a brief glance at his future companion.
Snow Old Dog had told Lucimar to use the simplest possible means to stir up the territory's nobles before they left, expose his mother's untrustworthiness, and preferably turn the Mages' attention toward Grand Sage Ismael, who was still fighting out at sea.
He had done a wonderful job.
He had barely said a few words, but the expression on his face had said everything.
How interesting.
Mo Bi Chenxin was actually quite curious about Snow Old Dog's criteria for choosing NPC lords for clans like theirs, which planned to develop territories