Chapitre 781: Volume 23: Rising Winds and Swirling Clouds, Chapter 17: Filth

If Zellin could provide his own Mage Corps, that would be fantastic. Philip's face shifted between shades of darkness and light. Perhaps he should personally visit Gutenberg to see what exactly Zellin was thinking, or even pay another visit to Ferdinand to permanently eliminate the nuisance to the south. This thought emerged in Philip's mind and refused to leave. Even if the cost seemed somewhat high at the moment, it would be worth it; if he allowed that man to continue unchecked, there might come a day when he himself would become the man's prisoner.

At that thought, Philip couldn't help but shiver. The idea of becoming someone whom the other party could ridicule at will was unbearable. He would rather make concessions to both Zellin and Ferdinand than accept such a possibility. Just thinking about the greedy face of someone in the Ferdinand family made Philip feel depressed. Did he really have to take that step?