The Most Arbitrary Wizard

He was shocked at first, but after some careful thought, he realized it wasn’t impossible.

Because Elvire was there.

He knew the girl was from the Blazing Angel Family, and he knew how terrifying their Secret Techniques were. If that young lady was pushed into a corner and fought desperately without regard for the consequences, even he might not be able to defeat her.

Besides, the Dawn Council had also planted spies in the Florist Family. Knowing in advance that the enemy was coming, all they had to do was lay a trap, create an opportunity to take out the leader, and deal with Robert first. The remaining Witch Hunters would then fall into disarray, so it wasn’t surprising they were counter-attacked and wiped out.

After all, Elvire, Kate, Sopea, and Lante were all among the strongest members of their respective Wizard Organizations. Their "class composition" was also sound; not only did they specialize in different fields, allowing them to cooperate effectively, but they also had no shortage of Magic Potions for logistical support. In a real fight, the team’s combat effectiveness would far exceed their apparent strength.

And after confirming that the Florist Family had suffered a devastating blow, Adelf also realized that this was indeed a great opportunity.

So he agreed to Elise’s request for manpower.

However, this time was different from their previous trip to World’s End; the number of people was smaller.

Adelf only gave them 500 people.

But these 500 people were all elites from the Dawn Council, with an average Tier of Four or higher.

Anyone with insufficient Magic Power wasn’t to be involved.

This way, even if something unexpected happened, everyone would have a certain ability to protect themselves and wouldn’t drag the team down.

As for the Long Night Union’s side of things, the Night Watcher wasn’t nearly as accommodating.

The moment he heard Sopea asking for people, he got angry.

"You need more people?"

"Wasn’t wasting all that time on a fruitless trip last time enough for you?"

"No!"

"If you want to fight the Florist Family, go by yourselves! Don’t drag the Long Night Union along to die with you, hmph!"

The Night Watcher didn’t know any "young miss of the Blazing Angel Family." He didn’t know Elvire’s background, nor did he have any interest in investigating it. As for the story of a small team of less than 10 people wiping out several thousand of the Florist Family’s Witch Hunters and their Clan Leader, Robert, he didn’t believe a single word of it.

If the Night Watcher were shown a recording of Eleanor casting the Mirror Death Curse, it would be easy to explain, but Sean had insisted everyone keep the two girls’ identities a secret. This put Sopea in a difficult position; he felt a massive headache coming on, and he rubbed his temples continuously throughout the call.

"Chairman, please listen to me."

"The Florist Family was completely wiped out this time, including Robert’s death. I saw it with my own eyes, and I was one of the participants... You know me, Chairman. Even if you don’t trust Sean, don’t you trust me?"

"When have I ever joked about something like this?"

Logic wasn’t getting him anywhere, so Sopea had no choice but to resort to a personal appeal.

But the Night Watcher just sneered, "You said the same thing last time."

Sopea: "..."

The Night Watcher: "Also, do you think it’s only Sean I don’t trust?"

"Wrong."

"Now, I have to think twice about your words too."

Sopea: "..."

The Night Watcher on the other end of the line was still scolding him: "You’re an old man, yet you’re still fooling around with some reckless brat. I think you’re regressing the older you get!"

"Is he your illegitimate son or something? Why do you trust him so much?"

Don’t be fooled by how the Night Watcher rarely spoke in public, like a male version of an ice queen. When he really started reprimanding someone, he didn’t hold back at all. Countless Wizards in the Long Night Union had been viciously chewed out for making mistakes. Sopea was used to it. No matter what, the man was his official leader in this life. If a few curses could calm the Night Watcher down and get him to agree to send people, then Sopea would take the scolding and not talk back.

But upon hearing the words "brat" and "illegitimate son," Sopea was suddenly alarmed.

He glanced around furtively, as if he were a thief, terrified that someone might overhear.

Only then did he say to the Night Watcher with a solemn expression and a tone of slight displeasure and warning, "Chairman, watch your words!"

The Night Watcher: "?"

"What is there to watch my words about?"

"Even if he really is your illegitimate son, I’ll still curse him out!"

An illegitimate son would be one of his own people, which meant he would scold him even more harshly.

A cold sweat broke out on Sopea’s brow. He was terrified his leader would say something even more shocking—the Night Watcher would dare to say it, but he wouldn’t dare to listen! So he quickly steered the conversation back to the original topic, saying, "In any case, just trust me one more time. We don’t need too many people this time, five hundred will be enough."

"No!"

The Night Watcher said, "No means no."

"I’ll give you five at most."

Sopea: "..."

The Night Watcher snorted coldly. "Didn’t the ten of you take out several thousand people from the Florist Family?"

"With that kind of combat power, do you still need to find other helpers?"

"As long as you show the same might you did in that battle, a mere Florist Castle should be a piece of cake, shouldn’t it?"

Sopea wanted to say more, "But..."

The Night Watcher cut him off coldly, "No buts!"

"You’re willing to risk your daughter, but I’m not willing to let the Wizards of the Long Night Union risk their lives with you."

"Five people. Take it or leave it."

Sopea: "..."

With that, the Night Watcher hung up.

Dejected, Sopea could only go find Sean.

At that moment, Sean was lying on the sofa with a blissful expression, enjoying the grapes that Elise and her sister were taking turns feeding him.

’I have to admit, being waited on feels amazing.’

Until Sopea knocked on the door.

Elise asked, "Who is it?"

Sopea: "It’s me."

Sean recognized his voice, sat up straight, and called for Eleanor to open the door for Sopea.

Seeing the usually aloof Dream Builder looking like he had something difficult to say, Sean knew that his conversation with the Night Watcher probably hadn’t gone well.

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