Colin turned and gazed back at Mayer, feeling somewhat astonished.
Why would Mayer say such a thing...
"Do you mean, you plan to quit?" Margaret's complexion darkened, and she said in a cold voice.
Mayer nodded lightly, struggling to maintain his smile, enduring the discomfort in his body, and continued to repeat:
"I am getting old and weak, and I was injured before..."
"Is this how the Magic Ring School taught you?"
On the other side, Margaret's icy face began to show anger as she questioned.
As a member of the Yista School, Margaret thought that the wizards of these affiliated schools were obligated to follow her command.
Just as she had naturally conscripted Colin during the incident in the Huapei District, Mayer also ought to obey her orders!
Now, for Mayer to act this way, regardless of the reason, was an affront to her authority!
"Lady Margaret!"
Looking at Margaret, Mayer suddenly felt a surge of anger and quickly said, spilling out like beans:
"The strength of a Divine Believer of Bishop Level is at least equivalent to a Second Rank Wizard, and the best among them can even match a Third Rank Wizard!
A Third Rank Wizard, that's a Rank higher than the head wizard of the Alus Association, Lady Ciritha!"
He looked at Ginsley and continued:
"According to what this gentleman has said, if that Divine Believer can sit on an equal footing with a Bishop, how could he be of only First Rank strength... To step back even further, even if he only has the strength of a First Rank Wizard, he cannot be treated as a common Priest!"
"There's something amiss when abnormal things arise, Lady Margaret, I do not wish to take this risk." Having finished speaking, Mayer seemed to be somewhat agitated and suddenly coughed, his complexion turning a bit red.
His tone softened a bit, and he added another sentence:
"Perhaps I'm overthinking it, but I'm not strong, and this is also for the safety of everyone. If any blunders occur in battle..."
"It's okay, you can choose to leave."
Morin suddenly spoke, his face wearing a smile, but his eyes held not a trace of mirth, only indifference.
"You can leave right now."
"Thank you, Lord Morin."
Mayer, failing to notice the odd tone in Morin's voice, brightened up, thanked Morin, and then quickly bowed to Margaret, intending to leave.
But having taken just one step, he broke out in a cold sweat and suddenly realized this was not a safe place; it was the dangerous battlefield.
Alone, it was absolutely not safe!
He really was confused!
"Lord Mayer." Sovoc suddenly spoke from the side, saying succinctly to Mayer, "This is still a battlefield; we cannot retreat..."
Colin couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Mayer really was muddled...
Now, on the battlefield, they, as wizards, had to fight. Margaret, as their nominal superior, had the right to select whatever target she chose, and unless it was a blatant death sentence, they had to comply.
To refuse or withdraw... If Margaret wished, she could easily make a serious case and label him as a deserter!
Reminded by Sovoc, Mayer apparently also realized this, and his footsteps came to a complete halt.
The sweat on his forehead by now had become visible, coursing down the contours of his cheeks under the force of gravity, while his originally pale complexion turned three shades whiter.
"Why aren't you leaving, Mayer?"
Margaret stood in the shadows at the edge of the city wall, speaking faintly.
To reduce the frequency of battles, the paths they took were always more secluded and hidden.
"Ah, ah, ah, it's already midnight. That Priest is only two hundred meters away from here. Go and look for him quickly, otherwise, if someone else gets there first, it would be unfortunate." Ginsley came out to mediate.
With the step-down Ginsley had provided, Mayer's complexion changed again and again, and at last, he forced a smile and turned away.
Margaret, however, had no intention of letting it end there. She scoffed,
"What's the matter, Mayer? Weren't you planning on dropping out?"
Mayer's smile froze on his face as he silently lowered his head.
"Let's go, earning contribution points is more important," Morin urged, glancing up at the sky.
The dark clouds occasionally revealed flickers of light, red or orange... It was unclear how the battle behind them was unfolding.
"Hmph." Margaret snorted dismissively and looked away.
They hadn't overlooked the scenario Mayer mentioned.
If the Priest could sit as an equal to a Bishop, he certainly wouldn't be a simple character!
But on the battlefield, how could one ensure that everything would be safe...
Moreover, at this moment in Gubier City, all followers of First Rank and above were being targeted and tightly cornered for an elimination. The Priest lacked any guards by his side; it was the perfect opportunity!
Under Ginsley's lead, the group continued forward.
"Alas, your excellency, why bother speaking like this..."
One of Morin's Male Wizards suddenly sighed at Mayer in a low tone, expressing sympathy.
"I must be getting senile..." Mayer lifted his head and laughed at himself, then proceeded forward. His expression was relaxed, appearing unaffected by the matter.
However, Colin walking beside him, noticed that Mayer had clearly clenched his fists, his body even trembling slightly from the effort.
"This is the spot. Over the city wall, we'll see the two-story building where the Priest resides."
After a few more steps, Ginsley led the way over the towering gray city wall.
"The Priest isn't alone. Besides him, there are two ordinary Priests and about five or six ordinary followers with the strength of Advanced Wizard Apprentices," Ginsley continued to elaborate.
"Are we ready?" he asked, turning his head to survey the group.
"Hold on," Morin whispered, his brown eyes suddenly speckled with silver glints.
"How is it?"
A moment later, Margaret quietly inquired.
This was Morin's most skilled witchcraft, used for reconnaissance.
On the way there, thanks to this witchcraft, they were always able to detect the Divine Believers first, allowing them to prepare beforehand and take the initiative.
The silver light in Morin's eyes slowly receded, and he nodded at Margaret.
"Don't worry, I won't get it wrong," Ginsley declared confidently.
Without answering, Morin asked, "Shall we take action now?"
Ginsley gazed at the gray building not far off, took a deep breath, and nodded.
"Let's do it!"
With numerical superiority and knowledge of the target's location, they hadn't devised any intricate plans, merely discussing the witchcraft they would use and coordinating briefly.
Then, the group of Wizards approached the building.
"Now!" Ginsley shouted, and with that, the battle commenced!
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Witchcraft exploded almost simultaneously, aimed at the second floor of the gray building!
For a moment, multicolored lights from different spells intertwined, like fireworks in display.
The next second.
Boom, boom, boom.
Stones flew in all directions, dust billowed, and the stone building, unable to withstand the assault, collapsed into ruins.