Chapter 185 - Legendary Magical Beast (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“This reckless fellow…” Serena stared at the picture on the table, her eyes greening with anger.

It was clearly something benefitting both sides, but this guy was quick to avoid it—just as if he was avoiding the plague. Was it so terrifying to join the Silver Hand? If it weren’t for the fact that this guy had saved her life in Blackhills Town, Serena wouldn’t bother to meddle in these affairs; this was something of a big risk.

With Serena’s background, there was really no need to be afraid of the Marathon Family. However, it was one thing not to be afraid, and another thing to be worthwhile or not. Although high-level miners were rare talents, offending the Marathon Family for the sake of a high-level miner was not worth the cost. After all, the Silver Hand was only a mercenary corp, and there were many areas that they had to rely on the Marathon Family. Not to mention other things, at least half of the members’ equipment was bought from the Marathon smithy.

Serena really wanted to throttle the fellow’s neck and ask, What’s wrong with the Silver Hand? There’s welfare, beauties, and you can even escape the Marathon Family’s persecution with us. How can you refuse so brazenly something that only benefits you and does no harm?

“It’s best for the Marathons to kill this fellow!” Serena nailed the portrait indignantly to a wooden board, and then threw flying daggers at it repeatedly.

Dozens of flying daggers were stuck onto the wooden board. Only then did Serena shout vigorless out of the tent. “Aragon, come in!”

“What’s your order, Captain Serena?” Aragon hurried into the tent, and saw Captain Serena throwing flying daggers at the face of a certain distinguished guest. He felt his scalp tingle all of a sudden…

“Go and help me get some men and make them release some false information.” Serena hurled the last dagger; there was only a “tok”, and the dagger landed right between the eyebrows of the portrait. After tilting her head and admiring her results in satisfaction, she went on to say, “I don’t care how this news is released. I don’t mind whether you hire an a.s.sa.s.sin to kill or hire an arsonist to burn the inn. Anyhow, you must let people know that our two distinguished guests have returned to Blackhills Town.”

“Noted.” Aragon withdrew from the tent in cold sweat.

“This fellow is really a trouble…” After watching Aragon leave, Serena rubbed her eyebrows with a pounding head. This is the only way.

The best way was to get that fellow to join the Silver Hand. In this way, she’d have a reason to shelter him from the Marathon Family. Even if Gaud came personally, she could answer him with a firm voice, saying: He’s a member of the Silver Hand. Why should I hand him over to the Marathon Family? This would put the Marathon Family on the spot, but at least it wouldn’t come to an open break in friends.h.i.+p between them.

Unfortunately, that fellow refused to join them; it put Serena in an exceptionally pa.s.sive position.

However, it so happened that the fellow had saved her life in Blackhills Town. Serena couldn’t refuse to return such a big favor. At last, after deliberating it over and over again, she could only come up with this solution.

As long as they could fool the Marathon Family, she would use the Gryphon to send this fellow away—far away from the Fire Plume Ridge. As for the future, he could only resign himself to fate. This was all she could do.

***

The six carriages had just left the b.l.o.o.d.y Horns camp. In the luxurious and s.p.a.cious carriage, Gaud, who resembled Matthias, was reposing his mind with closed eyes. The ruby-eyed mage was sitting next to him; there was a sarcastic smile on his face. “The six major mercenary corps are getting bolder. They actually dare to shelter the mage named Felic.”

“It’s not surprising. People will naturally do things of interest.” Gaud’s eyes were still closed, but he smiled with the same sarcasm.

This morning, they had visited the six major mercenary corps one by one and inquired about the whereabouts of Felic, but the answers were surprisingly consistent—no one had ever seen or heard of him. Seeing the clues they had gotten from Blackhills Town broke off, both of them did not look disappointed at all, but laughed, happier than usually.

To them, this was good news.

This meant that the search area would be reduced from the Fire Plume Ridge to the six mercenary corps.

The reason was too simple…

The Fire Plume Ridge had been completely controlled by the six mercenary corps these few days. Even if a mosquito flew by, the captains of the six mercenary corps would surely know of it, let alone two big living people? Unless that Felic could fly, how could all six mercenary corps be unaware of him?

No one had seen him; no one had heard of him…

There was only one explanation for it—that was, someone had to be harboring that Felic in the six mercenary corps.