The elderly man dressed in a gold and white noble mage robe looked at the middle-aged strong man on the sickbed and smiled, appearing extremely amiable.
However, the strong man with only one right eye exposed soon looked a bit ashamed, and replied in a disappointed tone:
"Duke, sir... I'm very sorry, we couldn't get what you wanted from the High Tower... The strength of that giant secret spell statue exceeded our expectations. I was almost worn down to death by it... It was only through Adams unleashing his potential that we barely passed..."
In Wang Zhifan's impression, this middle-aged strong man seemed decent, telling of their difficult adventure while his eyes flickered with memories. When he mentioned the so-called secret spell statue, the painful expression on his face betrayed the great torment it had caused him.
"It turned out to be young Adams who played the most crucial role... It seems his talent is indeed very high; I judged correctly."
