"If that's the case, wouldn't it mean the conflict between Magic Towers would become even more..." The raspy voice spoke fearfully, "We..."
"What are you afraid of?" Jerry asked calmly, "We'll all be dead before it comes to your turn, the guy with a grandfather who is an Eighth Ring Mage."
"What am I afraid of?" The raspy voice let out an awkward laugh, "The day you go to the battlefield is my countdown!
Otherwise, why would you, students who've become Meteor Mages, be sent to the front line?
It only proves that we need to compete with other Magic Towers for resources, or else we'll perish!
At that time, even if my grandfather cares about me, he will still send me to the battlefield.
Let alone I'm just an ordinary grandson!
Moreover, when it comes to this, I am actually more dangerous than you; I have no chance to surrender!"
Jerry couldn't deny his words, so he could only offer some comfort: "Perhaps before then, we might catch another visitor from the Stellar Realm!
