EFB Chapter 163 A Waste with Talent
Chapter 163 A Waste with Talent
Chapter 163 A Waste with Talent
Seeing Banville's actions, Anna felt embarrassed and was about to take the juice back from her hand.
Banville suddenly said, "Of course, I personally admire those who have self-awareness and know their place. If you could kneel before me, strip naked, and beg me, I might consider drinking your own homemade juice."
"Banville the Wizard, you've gone too far!"
Upon hearing this, before Anna could react, Eric angrily addressed Banville.
"How could you trample on Anna's good intentions with such an attitude!"
Banville glanced at Eric indifferently and said, "When did I give you permission to talk to me like that?"
After Banville finished speaking, a terrifying magical pressure was released.
With a mental energy level of up to 800 points, it easily broke through Eric's psychological defenses with overwhelming force.
Eric instinctively lowered his head, prostrated himself on the ground, and trembled.
Anna, standing nearby, didn't even look at Eric's condition; she was focused on Banville, who was looking imposing in front of Eric.
This is the child of a legitimate wizard.
Even if he did not inherit the powerful talent of mental strength.
However, as long as a formal wizard is willing, they can still become a first-class wizard apprentice.
They could even become powerful first-class wizard apprentices, second only to formal wizards.
Anna reached out and took off her clothes one by one, revealing her fair skin.
She held the juice in both hands, a blush creeping across her face, and whispered to Banville, "Wizard Banville, please have some juice."
Banville watched this, smiled, and said, "I allow you to feed me."
Upon hearing this, Anna completely ignored the piercing gazes of the other wizards around her and happily went forward to feed Banville the juice.
Eric had his head down, so he couldn't see what was happening, but he could vaguely picture the scene from Anna's conversation. A look of pain appeared on his face.
My mind was screaming, "Impossible! Impossible!"
Banville enjoyed everything Anna did.
He could feel the gazes directed at him by the other wizards around him.
These gazes were filled with disbelief and contempt for Banville's character and personality.
But Banville didn't care about any of that.
His father was a formal wizard, the supreme ruler of the Tower of Dawn.
They command thousands of wizards.
These wizards were high and mighty in front of mortals, knights, and demi-human races.
From the very beginning, Banville stood in the sky, looking down on everything on the ground.
Banville was drinking juice.
This appearance was observed by the three official wizards in the sky.
"Brock, your son's got quite a personality," Kindley said.
Brock's expression was calm, even with a hint of pride, as he said, "Although he does have personality flaws, I think his demeanor is very much in line with what a wizard should be like."
"The wizards our Golden Eagle faction needs are just like my son Banville."
"As a wizard, one should possess the specific qualities of a wizard."
"A powerful wizard should display his power."
"Brock said passionately."
When Jin Deli and his companion heard these words, they not only didn't find anything wrong with them, but actually quite agreed with them.
Kindley said, "The power of a wizard should be displayed in this way."
Their Golden Eagle faction represents the wizards' reverence for status.
They believed that wizards should be noble and high above ordinary people, with a clear distinction between them.
They may disregard the power of mortals, but they must wield the power that a wizard should possess.
The more powerful a wizard is, the more power and status they must wield.
As the official wizards of the central region, they should rightfully hold the highest authority and status in this world.
This is the philosophy of the Golden Eagle faction.
In contrast, there is the ideology of the Black Eagle faction led by Esmond.
The Xuan Ying faction's ideology represents power.
They believed that wizards did not need to worship power and status like ordinary people; for them, the most important core was power.
They believed that power was what wizards should pursue.
In contrast, status and power are merely secondary; there's no need to get caught up in the vortex of mere mortals.
"However," another official wizard from the Golden Eagle faction suddenly said at this moment, "Brock, although your son's ideals align well with those of our Golden Eagle faction, his talent is probably not enough for him to support those ideals."
Brock did not refute, but instead looked at a young wizard on the giant ship who, from the beginning until now, seemed to have been completely detached from the matter.
The young wizard stood at the edge of the giant ship.
He stood there quietly, letting the wind blow over his body.
At this point, one thing can be observed.
As the wind blew over the young wizard, it seemed to be stuck to him, tightly wrapping around him and flowing through him.
In this operation.
There are three second-class wizard apprentices in total.
Leo, Banville, and the young wizard Sephiroth.
Sephir's four teammates looked at him, seemingly hesitant to strike up a conversation with him.
After a moment, one of the witches said, "Witch Sephiroth, shall we also discuss how we should cooperate and how we should act in this mission?"
"There's no need."
Sefir said calmly, "I am enough for this operation on my own."
"You all just stay where you are and don't need to do anything. I will take matters into my own hands and kill all the nobles on our death list, including King Socrates."
Hearing Sephir say this, none of the other four teammates thought Sephir's words were arrogant.
They even take it for granted.
"Since you say so, then we really don't need to take any action."
"That's right, we'll stay where we are and not get in Sephir's way."
Sefir said, "You can discuss how we should celebrate after we receive the title of Genius Wizard."
Upon hearing what Sephiroth said, the four teammates couldn't help but smile.
They instinctively looked towards Banville.
Anna, who was completely naked, was feeding Banville juice.
The four of them subconsciously compared him to Banville.
Both of them were second-class wizard apprentices.
However, the temperament he exuded was one of composure and calmness.
Another quality he displayed was arrogance.
One of the witches among the four couldn't help but say, "Compared to Sephiroth, this wizard named Banville seems so arrogant."
One wizard said, "The wizarding world doesn't need arrogant people. It needs people like Sephiroth. My mentor once said that."
"On the path of pursuing truth, what we need is not arrogance, but perseverance and self-confidence."
The other three wizards nodded silently.
In their minds.
Only wizards like Sephiroth truly embody the image of a formal wizard.
high in the air.
The three official wizards also noticed what was happening to Sephir.
The formal wizard Tori, who had just been about to praise Sephiroth, said, "I take back what I said. Although he is very powerful, but..."
"
The formal wizard Brock said calmly, "He's no match for my son. He's just a good-for-nothing with talent in name only."