Life never lacked surprises, and they always managed to arrive suddenly, at the moment you least expected them.
Kallen truly had not expected Vicolai to be carried in.
As he lay on the stretcher, medicinal plasters covered every part of his body, and they were of different kinds: some for external injuries, some for burns, some for electrical injuries, some for frostbite...
Moreover, although Vicolai had already received treatment, and most of the lingering power of other attributes had been extracted from his body, some remnants could not be forcibly removed and needed time to slowly dissipate;
So Kallen could still sense various faint streams of elemental power flowing through Vicolai's body, as though he had opened a little general store.
The reasonable explanation for this situation was that Richard had dragged Vicolai into a Magic Formation and given him a thorough beating.
No wonder Old Delong had told him not to talk nonsense earlier, and had been able to remain calm despite his own grandson's miserable state;
And even less wonder that Bishop Dorf had been so angry at what Kallen had said earlier. It turned out that Delong had not brought Richard here to protest an injustice. The real "aggrieved party" was Bishop Dorf.
The two families' grandsons had fought, and the other family's grandson could still stand here, while his own grandson could only be carried in lying down.
Kallen suddenly wanted to laugh;
Then he made little effort to hold it in. Half covering his mouth with one hand, his shoulders trembling slightly, he really did laugh.
The funny thing was...
Kallen knew that Vicolai's strength was greatly inflated, or he would not have visited that establishment to inhale infusions, but he truly had not expected Vicolai to be unable to beat even Richard...
Richard had