Chapter 650: Throne Hall
As they scanned him with their wisdom powers, Charles responded in kind, releasing his own and examining each of them. Some found it rude, but others paid it no mind. Betrayal was rare in their circle, and none suspected him of ill intent.
Griven flinched but didn't stop him. Instead, he gently tapped Charles's shoulder—a silent signal to withdraw his probing power.
Meanwhile, Charles used the opportunity to silently cast the [Curse of the Overlord] spell on everyone present.
Some looked confused by the slight emotional disturbance. Others remained unaware, returning their focus to him.
Taking the lead, Griven introduced him. "Esteemed Masters, this is Vesryn Miramaris, a brilliant poet whose words have already earned the praise of Master Elre Sylcyne."
He's speaking normally now? Charles nearly chuckled.
"A prodigy? Elre was impressed by him?" gasps echoed around the hall, followed by murmurs of interest.
