132 Bettel Falls and the Thieves Are Full (1/2)

Rewind time to half an hour ago: Bettel was frantically rushing toward the castle with his soldiers.

However, suddenly the sky lit up and immediately went dark again!

This was actually an illusion. When their backs were turned to the intense and rapid flash of light, it created this reversed visual disorientation.

Bettel, who was riding on a horse, froze for a moment, not knowing what was going on. Then, he heard a loud bang like thunder erupting a little behind his head.

His eardrums were almost shattered.

Even the well-trained horses were now neighing uneasily in fear.

Bettel was not a bad rider, and the horse beneath him was quite stout and spirited. He spent less than two seconds to calm it down, and then he looked back and his eyes and mouth gradually widened.

A huge ”firework” flew up from the wall, covering the sky in a vertebral pattern. The dense red and blue fireworks scattered like rain in the air, filling people's vision and falling again.

Bettel watched with his mouth agape as these fireworks fell from high in the sky, watched them extinguish in midair, and turn into small black rocks that crackled and fell down a short distance behind. It was like a shower of rocks.

The cries of many children in the city rang out but were quickly muffled by the adults.

There were sounds of doors and windows being shut hastily on both sides of the street.

Soon, the city quieted down.

Bettel stared dumbly at the wall that had collapsed in the distance, his face pale.

After a while, he looked in disbelief at Wade, who was equally stunned. ”An… Archmage?”

Because mages had quite a high status, Master-level mages had their own exclusive title of Archmage.

When Wade heard Bettel's words, he returned to his senses and swallowed hard. ”An evocation one. Bettel, this is no longer something the Wade family can interfere with.”

With that, he spurred his horse to slowly backtrack out of the squad and stood at the opening of the alley by the side of the road. It seemed as if he would turn and flee at the first sign of any unusual behavior from Bettel.

Bettel smiled miserably and said nothing, waving his hand and departing swiftly with his soldiers. He didn't go back to the castle but ran toward the east gate.

As a noble, Bettel knew very well that he had really provoked the wrong person this time. He had no idea that Allie, who was stupid but had rather decent supporting and strengthening abilities, actually had such a terrifying power behind her.

The regret was like a viper devouring his heart.

If he was given a chance, he would have spoiled Allie to the heavens.

But it was all too late.

The gates had broken down, the castle had been burned, and now he could only flee to his grandmother's house, hoping that his grandfather and grandmother would shelter him.

After all, his grandfather was an earl with an even more powerful army. Even the Golden Sons would have to weigh their choices.

With that thought, Bettel left through the east gate without hesitation.

However, when he left the city and trotted down the dirt road with his soldiers, he found five people hanging far behind them. By their looks, their movements, and their body shape and gait, they were either bandits or scouts, the professional kind.

Was this to eradicate him and his army?

Bettel clenched his teeth in hatred and waved his arms to make the army hurry at a faster pace.

Only he himself sat on his horse while the soldiers ran on two legs. At first, the soldiers could just barely keep up, but as time slowly passed, the number of soldiers who fell behind increased.

However, those five people weren't interested in the soldiers who fell behind. They took a slight detour and didn't try to clash with those desperate soldiers who might have mistakenly thought they were going to be killed because they had fallen behind.