"That brat Andrew, could he be dead?"
The Flame Turtle is a Flame Warrior, not a Mage. His main focus is extreme defense and lacks offensive capabilities; his words did not carry any substantial attack power.
Yet, his words themselves were like sharp knives stabbing into the hearts of the Warm Fire Commerce Association's group.
After the incident last night, Dean Charlie easily guessed that the Magic Guild was behind the trick.
However, it wasn't until this moment that it was confirmed one hundred percent.
Seeing the Flame Turtle's deliberately provocative ugly face, even with Dean Charlie's good temper, he couldn't help but feel incredibly angry and instinctively wanted to retort: "What about Lady Dragon Tamer? She was hit by my 'Delayed Counterattack,' I suppose she's fully recovered after returning to the Scholar's Fortress?"
But the words never left his mouth.
Because in this situation, retaliating with words meant nothing.
