Anthony expressed his shock.

But in the past few days, the man in front of him had already made him realize how outrageous this existence was. So Anthony wasn't surprised for long and soon gave up on continuing the conversation.

"When coming to this room, I initially wanted to explain the situation to you properly."

Anthony shook his head with a bitter smile and directly took the food prepared by the maid.

"In that case, this old fellow will start to dine as well."

"You two just ate in the dining room, I assume you won't mind if I have a bite?"

"Please." Ronald made a hand gesture.

Anthony cut the bread with one hand, then slowly brought it to his mouth. The reason for this elderly Caster coming to the room wasn't a lie; the hand he had free now picked up the manuscript he prepared and was reviewing it while eating.

To prevent any overlooked loopholes during today's debate.

In this rhythm, time passed quickly.

The sun rose from the east of the sky, and the city gradually regained the vitality it should have during the day.

And Frank's scholarly visit also arrived as scheduled.

Saying it this way might be a bit inaccurate.

Because after the originally scheduled time, the scholarly visit team did not show up. They appeared on the street where the manor was located half an hour late.

Sensing their arrival, they watched from upstairs.

This team was small in number, excluding roles like attendants, there were a total of five main Casters.

Among them were both young and old.

But the commonality was that the expressions on their faces all revealed a sense of pride, along with hostility and contempt towards Frank's manor.

A few minutes later, they crossed the street and arrived at the manor's main gate.

The Gatekeeper was clearly not encountering this kind of setup for the first time, so he didn't inquire or obstruct, but immediately opened the manor gate and pulled the rope in the gatehouse.

"Ring, ring!"

A bell rang inside the manor building.

The maid announcing the message knocked on the door, and Ronald and Costate also returned to the first floor under Anthony's guidance.

At this time, the scholarly visitors had coincidentally met with Frank in the hall.

But the visitors wore serious faces, while Frank had a mysterious smile on his.

At this moment, he heard footsteps descending the stairs.

Turning his head to look, the owner of the manor smiled even more and directly said to the visitors in front:

"Gentlemen, this is who I've been waiting for."

"With your knowledge, I suppose I don't need to introduce any further, right?"

"Anthony! What are you doing here?" Compared to Frank's smile, the scholarly visit team was much more agitated, one elderly Caster even pointed at Anthony's nose and questioned, "This city is not your base, what does it mean for you to show up here!"

Anthony confronted them, showing no weakness in momentum:

"What, have I broken my leg or gone blind?"

"In broad daylight, who has stipulated that I can't visit friends and exchange pleasantries?"

The opponent was so enraged by this attitude that he wanted to approach Anthony: "You, you can't possibly know about us..."

Suddenly, this Caster went silent.

Because just as he was getting somewhat impulsive, an old large hand gently pressed on his shoulder, the cold touch not only calmed him, stopped his actions, but even made him shudder.

"Alright, we came for a scholarly visit today, not to quarrel."

"Adding one more is just fine."

The old man who stopped him seemed to hold a high status.

After he spoke, not only did the scholarly visit team calm down, but even Anthony and Frank's expressions turned exceptionally serious.

As the manor owner, Frank stepped forward:

"Your notice was too late, the theater in town couldn't be booked in time, so almost all of them had no available time, so this time it will be held in my manor."

The old man with a cold expression showed no concern for this.

He just pointed at a young man behind him, who showed no trace of magic power:

"This is our Record Officer."

"Now take us to the venue you've prepared, the visit is about to start."

Frank raised an eyebrow, said no more, and led the people inside.

The place he mentioned was actually the hall previously used for entertaining guests.

It was from a few hours ago.

At the moment, the hall had been cleared of excess furniture, with several long tables placed to form two lines, benches set facing each other in two different directions.

Compared to the setup that Ronald was familiar with.

That is, there was no judge or host between the two directions, which made the atmosphere of conflict and confrontation on the scene even more intense.

"..."

That position originally belonged to the Record Officer.

Ronald glanced nonchalantly.

The Record Officer brought by the other side was extremely biased, sitting directly at the end of the main personnel of their team, and even consulting the Caster on spell issues in conversation.

Considering the identity and status of ordinary people here.

Ronald had no doubt about how absurd this so-called debate could become!

At this time, the scholarly visit officially began, and as the manor's host, Frank let these people start speaking first.

The young Caster sitting at the top end of the long table stood up first:

"I'll get straight to the point!"

"Your school's past research on the origins is all on the wrong path. Now you continue to walk this path and even spread this erroneous knowledge, this truly is a harmful and evil act!"

Frank was unmoved by such accusations, with the first round of debate not involving him.

He just waved a hand, and a young Caster from this side stood up:

"This laughable argument should be abandoned sooner rather than later!"

"Our school has been on this land for over a century, withstanding the test of time and social change. This widely recognized mystery-side common sense cannot be defamed by your reckless words!"

The young man on Frank's side was full of confidence.

Although the Nine Commandments Secret Society occupied this land, the past history would not vanish because of it.

Relying on everything accumulated over the past hundred years.

He didn't think the guys on the opposing side could continue their nonsense in this regard.

However, the other side immediately presented his argument:

"It's well known that frequent use of magic power puts stress on the Caster's body, and in severe cases, can cause irreversible damage. But you encourage Casters to engage in such actions frequently, can this be considered correct?"

"Ha——"

At this point, the young Caster let out a derisive laugh.

"I've heard that some uncivilized tribes in the west still encourage their wizard warriors in this way. In this regard, your methods match theirs seamlessly!"