Chapter 40 (1/2)

Chapter 40: Goal

Translator: Yukidaruma Translations  Editor: Yukidaruma Translations

Jack said, “Anthony has been touring Uranlis and only returned this past month to enter the Prefectural Selection.”

Uranlis? Traces of killing intent flashed intensely in Fang Xingjian’s eyes. Was Uranlis not the country that the Mage Association governed, and was it not also the country that currently allied with the five great nations of Earth, exchanging resources and skills?

And was the Black Mage King not one of the three greatest Mage Kings, the true ruler behind Uranlis’ governing body?

Therefore once he heard the news, Fang Xingjian took his own initiative to shake hands with Anthony as he introduced himself, “Hi, my name is Fang Xingjian.”

Anthony replied in a friendly manner, “During this year’s Prefectural Selection, your name and reputation were like the sounds of thunder piercing the ears. Please take care of me in the future.”

Fang Xingjian asked, “You just returned?”

“Yup, I was in Uranlis before I arrived here.”

Fang Xingjian made small talk with Anthony for two to three sentences, and he nonchalantly asked, “I heard that the Black Mage King of the Mage Association just accepted a disciple?”

“Mhm, yeah. I just received this news recently. The new disciple seems to be a commoner, and no one has ever seen him before. However, since he could become the Black Mage King’s disciple, he’s really incomparably lucky.” He was different from those in the Empire who had their own perceptions towards Uranlis. As someone who had lived there before, Anthony was clearly more rational. “You all better not think that all these Mages are all swindlers, using illusion techniques and sleight of hand magicians.

“In reality, the Mage Association in Uranlis is exceptionally powerful. The three Mage Kings, especially, are much stronger than even the majority of the other countries’ Knights.” In his speech, he was already conservative in his estimate of the power of the Mage Kings.

“Even more terrifying than the Knights of other countries?” Jack, who was a City Guard asked. “Are you serious? In the amount of time it takes them to channel and cast their spells, our Knights can already chop and slash them more than seven to eight times, right?”

“It’s not that simple.” Anthony shook his head, but he didn’t provide any further explanation. Evidently, he had already met many people like Jack who had underestimated the Mages.

Fang Xingjian was not really sure about this as well. Originally, when considering the magic prints of Demonic City, Mages would always be ranked above Knights and Warriors. However, after cultivating for half a year in the Empire, he discovered that the four paths: Nurturing, Training, Amassing, and Killing were all extremely profound. Their might surpassed those of the magic prints.

So were the Empire’s Knights stronger or were the Mages of Uranlis stronger? He had no way to verify this.

However, he continued asking, “I wonder what sort of person the disciple of the Black Mage King is?”

Anthony replied, “I’m not very certain about this, but I heard that this disciple seems to have originated from the western regions.” After completing this sentence, he cast a glance at Fang Xingjian because his physical features, yellow-skinned and black hair, also indicated that he had a bloodline from the western regions.

After hearing this answer, Fang Xingjian had already understood. Somehow, during the competition to become the Mage King’s disciple, Fang Clan had obtained victory in the end. Fang Xingchen had become the disciple of the Mage King, but Fang Xingjian simply did not know what or how great the price Li Shuanghua had paid.

Afterwards, Fang Xingjian continued chatting with Anthony. Mainly, he wanted to enquire about Uranlis’ current situation.

Approximately ten minutes later, instructor Dick walked in and glanced at those who were present as his gaze slightly lingered for a moment on Fang Xingjian. Because Fang Xingjian obtained the position of Prefectural Champion this time around, it had caused him to lose his bet with Hogan. It could even be said that he had lost both the bet and his pride.

Although he understood that he should not blame Fang Xingjian, in the end, a hint of malice still entered his eyes every time he glanced at Fang Xingjian. In particular, Fang Xingjian was not a noble; rather, he was just a commoner and a vagrant.