#Chapter20

On the other hand, as the light of the communication key gradually dimmed, the face of the man sitting on the icy throne turned gloomier and gloomier. Eganius Cline slightly pinched the old communication key into his pale slender fingers as his knuckles turned white, while closing his eyes to contain his tremendous anger.

As the long and narrow eyes closed themselves tight, his long eyelashes trembled slightly. His side profile seemed as calm as stagnant water, but the dark violent aura sipping out of his body began to dance and wave around vigorously, revealing a bit of depression and utter anxiety.

The wizard elder named Stofell, who stood...