Curse School

"Recovering a small world on the edge of the front line, and he really thought he was a tactical master?"

The Great Wizard responsible for keeping records looked at Richard, an inexplicable fire rising in his heart.

Though he was unwilling to admit it, Richard's utterly unceremonious deduction had indeed stabbed straight into his heart.

Great Wizard Sword of Victory was very strong. No matter how much he denied it, Great Wizard Sword of Victory was simply better than him when it came to command.

If Great Wizard Sword of Victory had been an Old Wizard, he would certainly have called him a peerless genius.

But Sword of Victory was a new wizard—a new wizard who had received only a basic wizard education and had not undergone even a single day of elite wizard education.

To Old Wizards like them, who looked down on new wizards, this was an invisible humiliation.

Moreover, Great Wizard Sword of Victory had achieved nothing in research and possessed no talent for combat. Even after becoming a Great Wizard, his combat power was merely that of an oversized Third-Ring Wizard. Academically, he could not even understand slightly more complicated magic books.

This made Old Wizards, who revered knowledge and strength, despise him from the bottom of their hearts.

How could someone like that command an enormous battlefield and foresee everything as if he were a god?

Sensing the recording Great Wizard's emotions, Richard's mind once again flashed back to the words Abel had said to him.

Looks like the situation is worse than I thought. Even with reminders from someone of the same rank, these people still cannot see themselves clearly.

The recording Great Wizard looked at Richard, his tone carrying a trace of suppressed anger.

"Your view... is very sharp. If my information is