Kapitel 881: Pressure

"As for the fifty people he brought with him… F*ck, can that even be called a mage army? The strongest one is a 2nd Rank Archmage, and there are even some High Mages. What can such a weak group do in the Sunset Fort?

"Also, don't you know that Teacher won't let Mafa Merlin off? He even dared to make a move on the people of our Holy Land, so no one can save him! Not only are you failing to protect the dignity of our Black Tower, but you are even collaborating with that kind of person. Speak, is your heart still with the Black Tower?"

Dephew criticized Harren mostly in order to force a response from him.

Harren awkwardly smiled and started to say something before swallowing back his words as he saw Dephew's angry expression. He truly didn't know what to say.

Dephew was a member of the Holy Land while Harren wasn't, so having a quarrel with Dephew wouldn't be good. And it looked like the latter came over in order to force his hand.