The Hotel
Magic Lord Clint was in his hotel room, while the other two Supreme Wizards were in theirs. They didn't have to do anything other than play a supporting role.
Right now, Clint was reporting to his faction members in the Green Elemental Tower.
A dark red smoke slipped into the hotel room. Despite being a Magic Lord, he didn't sense the intrusion at all. He was busy on a phone call.
"Ha... Ha... Ha..."
"The staff members are growling at my feet. You should have seen their faces," Clint said with a laugh.
The dark red smoke heard every conversation, but it was programmed to record only the necessary intel. It would skip the idle chat.
"If that b@stard comes back and sees his shop, he'll be pissed off. I'm sure he will come looking for me," Clint said over the phone.
"If he dares to attack me, then he is asking for trouble. I'm the guest here right now. His name would be ruined."
