The Spear Saint Carrick couldn't help but grit his teeth after hearing the news about Clovis.
"Damn bastard!" Carrick smashed the table in anger. He thought that his son would have been the successor that would bring the Melesviet to a greater height.
But with everything Clovis had shown and the fact that he could defeat Tesron in the past, he realized the potential was slim. Clovis would definitely do everything to destroy the Melesviet family.
"…" Carrick gritted his teeth. On the one hand, he could attack Clovis after the news about Michael Hacfield's injury. On the other hand, the Guardian was watching his movements closely.
"If not for that old fox Ezekiel, I wouldn't have to be in this position."
Carrick didn't know what he should do at this time. The situation had gone beyond his expectations.
At this rate, people would try to get their hands on Clovis. They would do whatever they could to please him, even if it meant offending the Carrick family.
