I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

After carefully examining Prolo Hawthorne, Dean Bruce could clearly sse the emotional turbulce within him, which was connected to Claire Raymond.

In an instant, Dean Bruce realized that this young man was likely infatuated with Claire Raymond.

Thinking this, Dean Bruce couldn't help but chuckle, "She gave me the Magic Faith Badge, so what kind of relationship do you think we have?"

"Bastard!"

Sure ough, upon hearing this, Prolo Hawthorne's eyes turned bloodshot, filled with rage, his breathing became rapid, almost grinding his teeth in anger.

It was evidt that this was their first meeting, yet Prolo's intse hatred showed just how much he cared for Claire Raymond.

"I don't believe it. To be an honorary elder of my Magic Guild, you must at least be at the archmage level, mastering an Ultra-High-Level spell! You look so young; how could you possibly meet that requiremt?"

Prolo Hawthorne spoke coldly, "In my view, you must have used some trickery to obtain that badge. Now, quickly return it to me!"

"What a joke! This badge was giv to me by Claire Raymond after she begged me for a long time. Why would I give it back to you?" Dean Bruce replied with a faint smile, which only fueled Prolo Hawthorne's anger further.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

A sudd whooshing sound echoed as a figure quickly approached, hovering in the air. After glancing at the badge on Dean Bruce's chest, they turned to Prolo Hawthorne and said helplessly, "Young Master Prolo, each badge has protective measures. The fact that he can refine the badge means he has received recognition from the higher-ups, and it wasn't obtained through deception."

"Come on, we're all family here. Can we not make a big sce and give outsiders something to laugh at?"

"Laugh at?"

Upon hearing this, Prolo Hawthorne became ev angrier, nearly roaring, "In Saint Laurt City, who dares to laugh at me? Who?"

As Prolo scanned the crowd, everyone—both outsiders and Magic Guild staff—lowered their heads.

The flying figure replied helplessly, "No one dares to laugh at Young Master Prolo, but the Magic Guild still has its pride!"

"…"

Prolo finally calmed down, turning his cold gaze to Dean Bruce. "Kid, hand over the badge, and I might spare your life. Otherwise, you won't be leaving here today!"

"Someone, close the doors!"

Prolo's command caused the figure who had flown in to change color, knowing he lacked the courage to confront Prolo.

In an instant, the doors of the Magic Guild slammed shut, darking the tire space.

Dean Bruce sighed and said softly, "I didn't want to make a move, but it seems I'll have to teach you a lesson on behalf of your grandfather!"

From his previous experices, Dean Bruce understood that young people in this world gerally wer't that powerful. After all, no matter how strong your family backg is, training relies on talt and time.

Lina Jones, merely an archmage, could become a designated saintess of a temple; Prolo Hawthorne's strgth probably only reached the level of a Magus at best.

Now, as Dean Bruce cast high-level spells, he could easily hold his own against an archmage, so why would he worry about Prolo Hawthorne?

"Teaching me?"

Prolo Hawthorne immediately revealed a sinister smile. "Nas, it's time for you to take action. Capture this guy for me—I want to see if he can still talk so boldly in front of me later!"

As he spoke, a figure stepped forward calmly, locking eyes with Dean Bruce and exuding an intse pressure.

This pressure, though not as strong as Claire Raymond's, was greater than that of Borus Kdra, causing Dean Bruce to furrow his brows.

This was clearly an archmage-level powerhouse.

"Nas, step back."

At that momt, a gtle voice like a breeze filled the air, reaching everyone's ears.

It made Dean Bruce raise an eyebrow.

"Prolo, I've received word from Claire. This person is recommded by her, so don't make a sce. If you have grievances, you can challge him on stage!"

"Everyone else, disperse quickly; don't indulge Prolo in his antics!"

"Mr. Dean, I apologize for the commotion. You seem busy, so I won't keep you. Next time you come, we must drink and celebrate."

"..."

The words were like a spring breeze, soothing everyone's spirits, ev making Dean Bruce consider letting things go.

Meanwhile, Nas and the others turned to Prolo Hawthorne, saying, "Young Master, the Presidt has spok; let it go."

Prolo Hawthorne's grandfather had not yet become the presidt, and ev though they were well-positioned, they still did not dare to defy the presidt's words.

Prolo understood this too and felt his face flush with anger.

If the presidt had said this before he made his bold claim, he might have be able to dismiss it. However, now that he had made such a statemt in front of so many people, if he let Dean Bruce go, it would be like throwing his own dignity on the g to be trampled.

After hearing the presidt's words, Dean Bruce remained calm, uninterested in the situation, and simply led Nicholas William away, leaping past Prolo Hawthorne.

Nicholas William ev flashed a smile at Prolo Hawthorne.

"Stop right there!"

Seeing that smile and Dean Bruce's calm gaze ignited a furious fire within Prolo.

He felt utterly disregarded by Dean Bruce!

"Dean, is it? You're so young yet managed to get a recommdation; you must have used some underhanded means!"

Prolo spat through gritted teeth. "Are you brave ough to challge me on stage? If you lose, you'll have to return the badge to me!"

With the presidt having already spok, the staff dared not list to Prolo's demands anymore. Dean Bruce naturally ignored him and continued walking towards the slowly oping doors.

"Are you too scared to respond?" Prolo shouted. "Is that it?"

"…"

Seeing Dean Bruce continue to walk without stopping, Prolo Hawthorne gritted his teeth and rushed in front of him, coldly declaring, "You can't leave! If you don't agree, I'll call my grandfather out!"

"…"

"Ugh…"

Sighing at Prolo's words, Dean Bruce looked at him as if he were a fool.

He didn't need to concern himself with Prolo, but if the vice presidt was truly summoned, it would be a hassle for him.

After all, Dean Bruce was pressed for time.

He needed to contact the Nine Provinces Alliance, secure the befits he was owed, explore the opportunities Nicholas William had mtioned, and th go rescue someone!

With so many tasks piling up, he didn't want to create more trouble.

"Since you've come to me, I don't mind teaching you a lesson," Dean Bruce said casually. "Lead the way."

From the presidt's words, it was clear that the Magic Guild had a specific challge mechanism, which meant there would be a stage for duels.

After all, they wouldn't want outsiders to witness their humiliation.

"Hmph!"

"Lead the way!"

Prolo's attitude immediately became arrogant as he ordered someone to show the way.

There was no way a it; Dean Bruce was just too young, and his aura and magical power felt weak. With his treasures, Prolo was confidt he could handle this.

He only believed that Dean Bruce must have used some special means to gain that recommdation from Claire Raymond!

As Dean Bruce and Prolo Hawthorne's group made their grand exit, the onlookers were stunned.

Especially the girl who had spok to Dean Bruce earlier—she never expected that his status was ev higher than Prolo Hawthorne's, able to warrant a personal word from the presidt of the Magic Guild.

After all, the presidt of the Magic Guild was a top-tier powerhouse throughout the Meze star!

Thinking about Dean Bruce's youthful appearance, the girl couldn't help but swallow hard, her heart fluttering.

Entering the Magic Guild, Dean Bruce navigated past several large halls until he arrived at an expansive space, where he immediately spotted more than a doz dueling stages.

At that momt, several stages were active, shimmering with a silvery barrier that closed them, completely sealing off the atmosphere and sounds within, leaving no trace of noise.

Prolo Hawthorne leaped onto one of the dueling stages and turned to Dean Bruce, snorting coldly, "Hurry up and come up! I want to see what kind of power you have at such a young age. And if you lose, no cheating!"

As Dean Bruce walked toward the stage, he replied, "You only mtioned that if I lose, I have to give you the badge. You hav't said what happs if you lose."

"What do you want?"

Prolo Hawthorne shot back.

"Very simple. If you lose, you will respectfully escort me out of the Magic Guild in front of everyone and shout that you're blind!"

"!!!"

Prolo Hawthorne's pupils contracted sharply.

Meanwhile, deep within the Magic Guild, several figures oped their eyes, ssing the surge of magic ergy as a barrier materialized, revealing Dean Bruce's figure clearly before them.