456 The Mad Dog

In Douglas's magic tower in his demiplane.

The latest issue of Arcana beside him, Artil burst out loud laughter. "It's been proven! I knew it! What a pity that I wasn't there in Brook's lab and missed the chance to see the look on his face! He must be beyond desperate! I'd be laughing in my sleep now if his cognitive world had exploded just like that idiot Lauren!"

Joy. Wild joy. Artil could not hold it back.

Fed up with Artil's crazy spirit, Norman coughed a bit and secretly thought to himself that Artil indeed deserved the title of the Mad Dog — that was how the other arcanists called Artil.

Norman's face was a bit pale from the injury in his soul. Using Douglas' lab, he just verified the conclusion published in the journal.