The First Heir

Gustav’s face was gloomy as he stared coldly at Benny and roared. “Benny Larson, you have no right to call him ‘Master’! You humble and cowardly Eastern mage! You’re a disgrace among the Master’s disciples and a disgrace to the entire mage community!”

Benny raised his eyebrows slightly but did not take Gustav’s words to heart. He said mildly, “Gustav, you’re still the same, looking down on the East. We’ve long needed to implement changes in the mage world. If you keep thinking of yourself as superior, there’ll never be progress.”

Gustav snorted coldly and said, “No! Mages originated from the West, so the West is the holy sanctum of the mages. It’s shameful for lowly Easterners like you to come to our West to steal the knowledge of mages! One day, I shall destroy all the humble Eastern mages and bring the honor of the mages back to the West!”

Benny shook his head and did not want to continue this verbal argument with Gustav.

“Chief God, I

on his body became even more radiant and terrifying. His eyebrows and beard also

also recognized the other two people standing next to Benny and Alliance Master Yarn. The man and woman were hunchbacked, old, and had wrinkled faces. One was dressed in black, while the other was dressed in white. They looked as though they could be

caretakers guarding the bridge between the world behind Nonagon’s door and the human secular world. Their strength was at the half-step to the other shore

the atmosphere here became

a cold sneer, “Very good! The East has dealt a heavy hand to send the four of you

“Chief God, we have no other intention, and neither do we want any unnecessary conflicts with the West. If you insist on fighting us, we can