章 107: The Mark of Decline

"Moron! What else do you know apart from fleeing from a small cat?" Macklin was so furious that his goat-like beard trembled. He continued ruthlessly, "Did you just use the Delaying and the Hastening Spell? Look at what a blockhead you are. Is this the limit of a level-nine mage? I can easily find any apprentice who can surpass you! Forget it… With the intelligence level you have, I recommend that you switch over to be a Blacksmith instead!"

"But—" Mason wanted to defend himself. That was a level-12 beast! How could he, a level-nine Mage, defeat it?

Yet, he was interrupted by Macklin, who stared at him in disdain.

"Did you want to rebut that that was an unfair battle? Did you want to defend yourself that the Fantama Panthera had a higher level as compared to you? Pfff… Excuses are for the weak. Now I know: you are not only a fool, but also a weakling!"

"I'm not!" cried Mason in agitation as his face flushed.