Prutt instantly burned with anger.
But Gilbert only gave him a sofa chair ten meters away, so when Prutt looked up, he could only see that sharp jawline on the small platform.
If Gilbert wasn't a mage, it would probably be hard to even look at him... Skin wrapped around bones shouldn't be so smooth and tight.
Prutt's arrogance faded.
This is someone he absolutely cannot make a move against.
He certainly knew about West's predicament... Even though that guy was only a student of his Sixth Ring junior brother, he still held a certain status in their faction.
Certainly, he wouldn't oppose Nicholson's relative just for an Eleventh Level mage, but he also didn't intend to add more enemies for West.
Unfortunately, Archmage Ruth was someone who valued face very much.
If he dared to do anything to Gilbert in the Side Tower, the archmage would fly back directly from the battlefield and crush his bones!
