Ulysses was no fool. He understood that to trample Ivan beneath his feet, he had to use legitimate means, that is, Enchantment. Otherwise, not only would he fail to enhance his reputation, but he would also attract trouble to himself.
Just like dealing with others in the guild.
He had enough patience to wait for the day when an opportunity would arise.
Moreover, for sorcerers, the concept of time was different from that of ordinary people.
"Boom Boom Boom!"
Three months later, one day, a loud noise shattered the peace within the borders of Neighborhood No. 107, capturing the attention of enchanters immediately, each looking toward the source of the noise.
It was chaos initiated by the School of Space again!
From the direction, it was not hard to discern that the disturbance originated from the territory of the School of Space. Thinking about the past experiences of this school, many couldn't help but sweat for them.
"Let's go! Let's check it out."
