442 Return to the Ancestral Land

Ofran looked at Wollings with disbelief when he felt those mana fluctuations. His throat moved, but he couldn't make any sound. Wollings was already a 5th Rank Archmage, and an extremely powerful one at that.

Even if he was also a 5th Rank Archmage, Ofran felt alarmed when faced with these mana fluctuations. He would definitely not be Wollings' opponent.

But, when he saw Wollings a month ago, the latter was only a 3rd Rank Archmage...

How could his strength increase so quickly?

No wonder he was so arrogant...

"Ofran, the current Charlotte Family isn't the same one from before anymore. I advise you to hand over that territory. If you keep refusing, our Charlotte Family won't mind shedding all pretense of cordiality and attacking in the open." Wollings ridiculed him. He saw the look in Ofran's eyes and couldn't help displaying a prideful expression.

"Sir Wollings, are you deaf? Didn't you hear Patriarch Ofran telling you to leave…?"