"He's dead."
Apollo let out a sigh and briefly recounted Max's story.
"Two hundred years ago, he tried to seize someone else's Astral Aurum. He failed, and I had to step in to seal the other party."
"Two hundred years later, he went looking for that same person again, wanting to know who had broken through my magic array. But then... he ran into Lord Velen."
"And later, I too was enslaved by that man — my life and death no longer under my control."
"So… your mentee tried to rob someone and ended up getting counter-killed?"
Blackgold Sovereign said bluntly, his tone making Apollo's mouth twitch.
Did you really have to put it that way? Apollo thought.
Jerry quickly jumped in to defend, "Mentor, looking at it that way, if I hadn't accepted those two hundred million low-grade mana crystals, it would've been a grave offense to Lord Velen!"
"If that had happened, we'd probably have ended up worse than Senior Apollo!"
