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The tightly shut secret room was finally opened, and Anthony, with a weary step, walked out from it, immediately surrounded by the gathered wizards.

"Master, are you alright?" A female witch, who was closest, hurried forward, attempting to support Anthony.

Even from the outside, they could hear the rumbling thunder within the secret room, the intensity of the energy had reached the levels of fifth or sixth-circle magic, far more dangerous than any experiment before.

"Fula, I am fine, no serious harm," Anthony waved his hand to decline the support from the others, and then shook his head with a sigh. "It's a pity, it still failed!"

"Master, you just need some time, there will be another thunderous day," the witch named Fula consoled him.

To forge a new path in magic was no easy task. Her teacher being able to command the natural force of thunder and create corresponding magic was already an incredible feat.

Anthony nodded, dragging his tired body, preparing to return to his room to rest, but then as if he remembered something, he spoke again. "Abel? Any news of him lately?"
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Abel was one of the people he had sent to investigate William and had been missing for several days, which forced him to consider the worst possibility.

"I heard that four days ago, there was a battle in a remote street in the capital. Nearby, people heard thunderous booming sounds, and it's rumored that a large number of priests rushed there, which might relate to Abel's disappearance," another male wizard said worriedly.

Anthony's brows furrowed slightly, it seemed Abel might have had his movements leaked, and been captured or even killed by the clergy from the sanctuary.

Just then, a commotion suddenly arose from afar, followed by an attendant rushing in hastily to report.

"Master Anthony, Abel... Abel has returned!"

"Oh?" Anthony paused in his movement.

Delight appeared on the faces of Fula and the others. "How is Abel now? Did he escape from a prison?"

"Lord Abel seems fine, but he is currently arguing with Lord Rael because he did not come back alone; he has brought a very important guest," the attendant cautiously replied.

"How dare he bring a stranger here?" Fula's face also showed a hint of anger.

This was the school's residence; if the news leaked, it could lead the sanctuary's personnel here, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Could Abel have been coerced by someone?" one of the male wizards immediately raised this concern.

Abel had been missing for several days, and now he had suddenly returned unharmed; it was natural to suspect whether he might have betrayed them.

"That's impossible, I believe he wouldn't betray us." "How can you be sure? Did he consult Master Anthony before bringing a stranger here?" "He was outside for several days, if he hadn't been captured by the sanctuary's personnel, how could there have been no news at all?"

The school's wizards debated back and forth excitedly, while Fula, regaining her composure, began inquiring about what the guest Abel brought looked like.

"It's a cripple who can neither do magic nor divine arts! He said he has something very important to discuss with Master Anthony," the attendant hesitantly responded.

Upon hearing this, Fula and the others were momentarily stunned, unsure of what Abel was really up to.

"Let's go and see then!" Anthony said pensively.

Several wizards nodded and followed behind Anthony as they walked towards the outside, quickly arriving at the conference hall.

The vast majority of the wizards and apprentices stationed at the academy had gathered here, encircling the two people in the center with vigilant eyes.

As soon as Fula entered, she saw a middle-aged man standing next to Abel, hunched over, leaning on a walking stick, looking plain, and even somewhat bald, with the only redeemable feature being his decent attire.

After a quick glance, Fula turned her gaze to Abel and sternly chastised him. "Have you lost your mind, Abel? Daring to bring outsiders into the academy grounds without permission."

"I know exactly what I'm doing, Fula!" Abel firmly said, then turned towards Anthony and bowed respectfully. "Master Anthony."

"I'm glad to see you have returned unharmed, Abel, but I think you should first explain where you've been these past four days, and who your friend here is?" Anthony's tone was very calm, yet unmistakably imperative.

"To answer the Master, it all started a few days ago…" Abel immediately began to recount the events, and expressed that during these four days, he had been 'visiting' at that estate, receiving very good 'hospitality'.

"And this gentleman is an envoy from the Wizard Land of Green, Mr. Laud!" Abel introduced.

"Green? That legendary wizards' sanctuary only spoken of in rumors?" Fula exclaimed in disbelief.

"Is there really such a place?" another wizard queried skeptically.

"Of course it exists!" Laud nodded, speaking courteously. "Good afternoon, Master Anthony, Lord Lynn sends his regards through me to express his sincerest greetings."

"State your purpose," Anthony said straightforwardly.

"Lord Lynn hopes to discuss a potential cooperation with you. We share the same interests and enemies, namely the destruction of the Papacy's dominion!" Laud declared righteously.

Anthony scrutinized Laud but did not respond, even though Abel vouched for him, he couldn't trust a force claiming to be from the so-called Wizard Land, appearing out of nowhere.

"Additionally, Lord Lynn has some research on lightning and hopes to have the opportunity to discuss this with you," Laud added tentatively.

"So you want to pry into the secrets of Thunder Magic!" William shouted angrily.

"That's impossible!" "Expel him, no, lock him up directly, we cannot let him leak our whereabouts!" "Thunder Magic is not something you can covet…"

The wizards present were all stirred up, believing that Laud's talk of cooperation was merely a pretext, his real intention being to steal their academy's treasures under the guise of the so-called Wizard Land.

Abel's expression turned somewhat embarrassed because many of the words spoken were ones he had once said.

However, it turned out his face was about to be slapped swollen …