Fran silently looked at Hill. It seems that Long Saddle Town truly annoyed his grandson; he actually said such things.
However, Hill always focused only on outcomes, not processes. No matter how innocent the other party seemed, as long as the result was harmful to Hill, he would generally consider them hostile.
Fran sighed inwardly, his eyes always fixed on the most important place... What an excellent Mage prospect! How did he awaken as a Magician? Otherwise, Hill would certainly be more suited for magical research than Adrian.
Fran always felt that Hill's indifference to Alchemy Potion was due to his useless bloodline... Such great strength, what's the use!
Celene curiously interjected: "So, what did they raise?"
"Demon Lord." Hill responded stiffly, "At least a mid-level lord."
"How could that be possible?" Celene exclaimed, "How could a group of ordinary Mages who are not even level 30 make a mid-level lord stay honest for so many years? Mark City couldn't do that either!"
