Will We Win?

"What happened in reality? When I was being played by the necromancer, you just stood by and watched! It's fine if my face is completely swept away, but the glory of Red Mountain can be said to be destroyed in a day! "

The more he spoke, the angrier he became. His face swelled to the colour of pig liver, and he punched the wardrobe several times.

There was slight damage to the wardrobe.

The old mage whispered,

"Not many people noticed just now…"

Then, a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"And I'm just a rogue Mage. I heard that the other party is a disciple of the Seven Saints... "

Moreira said irritably,

"I don't want to hear these excuses!

"Can you do it? If you can't do it, get lost! "

A shadow flashed across the old mage's eyes, but he still said in a deep voice,

"As long as it's not Matthew.

"I can protect you. "

Moreira stomped his foot hatefully.

"You better! "