Chapter 474: Chapter 127: Absurd Fate, Humble Weeds_2

“What, can’t Ravensmouth College stand to lose, so you cheated, planted a senior second-level wizard in there, didn’t you?”

Huh?

“This sort of deranged offensive power, even we, as senior second-level wizards, can’t fucking produce, can we?”

“Huh?”

The Shadow City team leader, a cold-hearted man who was overly stimulated by the previous scene, exhibited signs of potential insanity.

His speech rambled, he raved nonsensically, merely venting his emotions.

Sandra was also dumbstruck, utterly astounded.

She was questioning her existence, doubting herself.

Just as Verna, the Three-point Witch and leader of the Flame and Metal Trading Company had said, Sandra prided herself on her impeccable judgement.

Who would have thought, that she would misjudge Link Grande, not just once, but twice.

The first time she was recruiting, she was attracted to Link’s talent and capabilities in potion study and biochemical research.

Therefore, when Lanny relayed that Link didn’t intend to follow her, she gave up on the idea of sending him a recruitment invitation.

What was she thinking then?

Was it hard to find a man, as it was to find a three-legged toad?

If she really wanted to recruit a genius in potion study and biochemical research, would she, given her status and reputation, lack such a technical wizard?

The second time, this recruitment, she truly valued Link’s strength and his team.

But, facing Verna’s mockery, what did Sandra do?

She naturally treated Link Grande in the same way she treats her house servants, high and mighty, ordering him around.

Like how she usually treats Lanny Taylor, ordering this and that, to and fro.

Dare to disobey?

You don’t want resources, do you?

What she never considered was,

She thought Link Grande’s silence and restraint were merely an attempt to maintain his dignity,

But he really has intense ambition, and the power to back it up!

Sandra even concluded that, disregarding the few life-saving magic tools her mother had given her, if it was a fair fight, she would be no match for Link Grande.

Sitting next to Sandra, Lanny Taylor’s eyes were motionless, she stared blankly in a daze.

She finally realized what was the difference between her and Link Grande.

It wasn’t talent, it wasn’t diligence, it was ambition.

Link Grande chose from the start to be independent, ambitious, aiming to become big, aiming to become strong.

And her, Lanny Taylor?

Initially, she also planned to go down this path.

But she changed her mind halfway through.

First, she wanted to learn from Link, climb up to Sage Palo’s connection, get a taste of the resources and networking of the “New Blood Mutual Aid Association”.

But later, when nothing came out of it, she stayed quiet for a long time, until Sandra sent out a recruitment invitation.

When Lanny checked Sandra’s background and identity, she believed that this was definitely a thicker thigh than Sage Palo’s, so she didn’t hesitate to choose to latch on.

At this point, Lanny suddenly realized, it doesn’t matter whether you latch onto a big leg or not.

Link Grande latched onto a big leg as well.

But, while holding onto a big thigh, your inner drive can not be lacking.

Lanny Taylor suddenly woke up and realized that she did not possess the ambition Link had, the ambition to be dominant and unparalleled!

That was why she couldn’t fully utilize her top-class Five gradation’s learning potential!

Verna, the Three-point Witch and leader of the Flame and Metal Trading Company, a flame of orange suddenly surged on her palm, stimulated by shock.

“Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!”

The concubine who was being toyed around with by the Three-point Witch instantly let out a cry of pain.

He started waving his hands, trying to extinguish the flame on his body.

But, could a witchcraft flame be easily extinguished?

The concubine, having his spiritual power and magic power locked, unable to use his magic, was shouting while being burned to the ground in a matter of seconds.

The entire room was filled with a pungent smell, a mix of burnt smell and foul odor.

Before anyone could complain or reprimand, the Three-point Witch, Verna, waved her hand and immediately dispersed the smell.

Then, she subconsciously took out an “air freshener” from the small bag at her waist, sprayed it lightly, and the air became fresh.

After doing all these, the Three-point Witch, Verna, finally recovered from the shock.

She turned her head, steadfastly watching Sandra, but remained silent.

Compared to the two leaders of the White Tower Alliance and Mesopotamia University, who had previously teased Link Grande with gold-framed glasses, their reactions were not so exaggerated.

The leader of Mesopotamia University merely took a deep breath, closed his eyes, tilted his body back and leaned on his chair.

He no longer watched the live feed, instead he was closing off in agony.

Why is it that Ravensmouth College always has an abundance of brilliant minds, always able to produce irregular geniuses?

And the once big brother, Mesopotamia University, is declining bit by bit, visibly deteriorating at a rate visible to the naked eye?

Never mind, seeing too much takes its toll on the heart.

Just leave it.

The “scholar” leader of the White Tower Alliance, forcefully closed the heavy tome in his hand, leaned forward, staring intently at Link in the live feed, mumbling to himself:

“The perfect wizard!

This is a perfect wizard!

Elements, True Spirits, Body Refinement, Intelligent Artifacts, beast handling, all of these are trivial matters.

Energy and substance are the essence!

Who says a fist can’t be witchcraft?

Who says a fist can’t be witchcraft!

I must acquire him, dissect him, make him into a specimen, and display it at my bedside.

I must acquire him!”

The “scholar” leader looked fiercely at Sandra, his eyes burning brightly, his tone incredibly fanatical:

“Sandra, sell him to me!

You must sell him to me!

I can exhaust all my efforts to persuade my ancestors to support your Ravensmouth College.