Chapter 590 (2/2)

After receiving these answers, over the span of a few short days, the Church of the Void Mask’s Mage Corps received over 200 applications for enrollment.

When Satan received the news, he simply shook his head and let out a bitter laugh, but Sui Xiong was a little bewildered—this wasn’t the result he’d wanted!

According to Sui Xiong’s plans, killing Shadow Devil and displaying his “Ten years is nothing for a nobleman’s revenge” right now would create a powerful and ferocious persona for himself, which would then help promote the belief that he was particularly terrible and ruthless. First, this would raise the price those Legendary Masters would have to pay if they made trouble for Sui Xiong, and secondly, this would make those shadowy figures behind the scenes show some interesting expressions once Sui Xiong cheerfully let them go.

He’d never imagined that not only would it fail to produce this effect, but it had actually gotten Satan a whole bunch of students—or rather, fans.

Could this be called winning with a lucky stroke?

Sui Xiong wasn’t exactly unsatisfied with this result; he just felt it was a little… unexpected.

This was just like if you happened to see bubbles coming up from a pond and decided that there must be fish down there. You throw out a net only to discover that you’d caught not only fish but also shrimp and crabs as well.

A happy accident!

Until now, the Republic of Northwest had always been relatively lacking in magical talent. Even after decades of educating and recruiting, they’d never been able to match up to other countries, and this was largely because of the Mifata Federation and the Mystery Gods.

Actually, if the growth of Wall, the God of Knowledge, hadn’t convinced a lot of scholarly spellcasters to begin thinking that growing under the God of Knowledge’s flag wasn’t a bad idea, the number of spellcasters in this northwest territory would have been even lower.

Sui Xiong had often worried over this, but he never thought it would be so easily solved.

Once they heard that the Republic of Northwest had a genuine legendary great magician, the kind that could even research and invent his own legendary spells, many vagrant and half-vagrant mages were immediately moved.

No matter how good the Mifata Federation was, no matter how much the Country of Casters was a mage’s holy land—none of that really mattered. They could go there, sure, but even if they did, they wouldn’t be able to find a teacher willing to instruct them.

In the mage profession, once you reached a certain level, then unless you were a bonafide genius, you’d need to find a teacher to continue making progress. Those Legendary Masters who’d fought twenty years to reach their position either had unusual bloodlines, were being watched over by gods, or were those pure battle mages that were popularly nicknamed “Spellcasting Barbarians.”

In any case, for an ordinary mage, being unable to find a teacher was absolutely unacceptable. But finding a high-level teacher was easier said than done!

To be able to teach mages who’d already reached a certain level, a teacher would have to at least be at a high level themselves. However, what high-level mage would spend their energy teaching a bunch of strangers from who-knows-where?

The Mifata Federation was the Country of Casters, where geniuses came out by the dozen and outstanding talents gathered in swarms. Even if these mages were willing to sell themselves to get help, the high-level mages would still prefer to raise recognized fellow countrymen.

So after living in the Mifata Federation for a while and working as hard as they could, many mages still managed to gain nothing at all.

This time, they were surprised to discover that the Republic of Northwest held an incredibly powerful spot in the high-end spellcaster sphere—inventing legendary spells was definitely not something a genius could just hole themselves up and complete, nor was it something that could be made possible just through battle experience. This was something that could only be done through reliance on communication and cooperation among outstanding mages, as well as a good amount of assistance and aid.

This meant that the Republic of Northwest not only had an official spellcaster-oriented Legendary Master, it also had a reliable research team and sufficient high-level magic materials.

At the very absolute least, they definitely had to have a really top-notch library!

To put it another way, if you joined the Republic of Northwest, you’d not only get the chance to be taught by a legendary great mage (and even hopefully become Master Satan’s personal disciple), you’d also be able to use those high-level magic materials to make up for your own deficiencies.

After confirming this last point, there was no questioning what choice they would make.

After getting personally examined by Wall, those mages stepped into the great library and saw all the precious works Satan had collected. Their eyes lit up. They borrowed the books that they’d only dreamed of being able to read, and they’d even shed silent tears from how moved they were. How they felt right now needed no explanation.

This incident also brought Satan enormous popularity. Barely a few days later, the name “Wiseman of the Northwest” began to spread along with the incomparably powerful legendary spell Infernal Magic Sphere…