Chapter 478 - The Arm of the Immortal King (1/2)

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“Hey, look at that.” Yeric suddenly stopped in his tracks. He gestured to Waldo with his elbow.

Waldo looked in the direction Yeric was signaling him to. He saw a plump mage teaching a youth mage apprentice in one of the empty fields in the campsite. The scene was hilarious to both men. They could not believe a man in his 20s would still be a mage apprentice. They thought it had to be either the young man’s lack of potential or the failure of that plump mage.

The fatso in the campsite of the Tower of Dusk would naturally be Gerian. Meanwhile, the youth mage apprentice who had been terribly reprimanded was Garso, the son of Old Salatt.

Despite all the las.h.i.+ngs Gerian gave his student, it was a fact that he really treasured Garso. This was not only due to Gerian’s relations.h.i.+p with Old Salatt, but also his recognition of the bit of potential Garso had for learning magic.

The death of his father caused by the Syer Bandits motivated Garso to put in more effort into learning magic. He was driven to avenge his father. It was indeed ridiculous to still be a mage apprentice at this age, but it was a fact that Garso had progressed close to level-5 in just a few months of practice. He would be a real mage when he reached level-5.

However, although Garso had good potential in magic, he started too late. This would put a limit to what he could achieve in the future as well. After all, Old Salatt was just an old blacksmith in Black Clouds Town. He struggled to make ends meet with his business. How would he have the ability to let his son learn magic? Furthermore, mages were considered divine in the eyes of common men. Many people would never dare to wonder whether they could attain that seemingly unattainable status of a mage.

How would Yeric and Waldo know Garso’s background? To them, it was as if they were watching a lowly mentor educating a lowly student. They ridiculed the stark contrast in body size between the mentor and student.

“Ha! So this is the standard of the Tower of Dusk? It is no wonder that they had no ability to fight the Syer Bandits. I think that apprentice would be better off being a bandit,” ridiculed Yeric gloatingly. He made no effort in lowering his volume. To him, it would not matter if the other party could hear him. What could possibly happen if they did? Their President was in need of the Malfa Family—not the other way around.

“Moron,” Gerian muttered under his breath. As the President of his guild of magic, his hearing had been perfected from listening in on all the gossips of himself between his men. His sense of hearing was so sharp that even the sneezing of a mosquito would never escape Gerian’s ears. However, he was too lazy to care about Yeric. He treated Yeric’s gloating as a dog’s barking on the streets.

Unfortunately, the two men who Gerian did not feel like giving attention to had nowhere to vent their pent-up anger. How would they give up on any opportunity to ridicule the Tower of Dusk?

Yeric took a few steps forward. He waved his magic staff and sized Garso up with a belittling expression. Then, he turned to look at Waldo. “Some mage-apprentice-for-life just cannot understand the reality, and thinks that magic is for everyone. The worst part is not the student, but the deceitful mentor that sacrifices the future of his student for his personal interests.”

“Haha, that’s right. Isn’t that a really fantastic bandit material? To be able to continue to deceive a 20-odd years old person into learning magic. The Tower of Dusk really has all sorts of talents!” Waldo chimed in.

As somebody who had experience in living independently, even if Garso did not mind being made fun of, how would he be willing to let people mock his mentor? He glared at the two men and lashed out at them. “Who are you to talk bad about my mentor? Listen carefully. My mentor is the President of Jarrosus Guild of Magic.”

It had only been a few months since Garso started learning magic. As the priority for him was to focus on his study, Gerian would never bother telling him any other information unrelated to magic. Hence, it was not unusual for him to be unfamiliar with the happenings in the mage industry. To him, since magic guilds were organizations that mages attended, then guild Presidents would naturally be the people who led the mages. There wouldn’t be any other people who could be more capable than the President of a magic guild.

“Jarrosus? Where is that? Why have I not heard about that place? Waldo, do you know Jarrosus? This person is actually the President of the Jarrosus Guild of Magic!” Yeric jeered. He really had zero respect for the guild President of a countryside like Jarrosus.

“G.o.ddammit, scram if you have finished your piece. I don’t have the responsibility to educate you b.a.s.t.a.r.ds. That is the duty of your parents,” Gerian snapped in disapproval.

Gerian’s words enraged Yeric. As a level-16 Archmage, he had not been scolded by such a country b.u.mpkin before. “You darn fatso! Whom are you scolding?” Yeric shouted in agitation.

“Idiot…” Gerian remarked. His temperament had allowed him to filter out people of lowly moral standards. “I will be responsible for teaching my own student. It is not going to help if you continue with your c.r.a.p at the side…” Gerian continued speaking after he rolled his eyes. He still did not give them any attention.

“Teaching your student? Haha! You are the one full of c.r.a.p. I presume that this mage apprentice is in his 20s,” Yeric retorted, and sized Gerian up arrogantly. “It is no wonder that your President would be requesting help from the Malfa Family just to deal with those several bandits. You good for nothing!”

Garso felt extremely awkward. He felt that he had not only ruined the reputation of the Tower of Dusk, but also embarra.s.sed Mentor Gerian. No matter what the reason was, the fact that he was a mage apprentice in his 20s was not something glorious to talk about.

“Is that so?” Gerian glanced at Yeric. He said nothing as he walked towards him emotionlessly. Then, down came a tight slap on Yeric’s face.

Yeric held his hand to his cheek in shock and exclaimed, “You… You!!” His gaze fixed on Gerian was filled with disbelief. How… How could this fatso slap him before the eyes of so many people?

“What do you want to say exactly?” Gerian rolled his eyes again. “Although I had told you that I did not wish to educate you on behalf of your parents, I did not tell you that it’d be the same if you were to trigger me…”

Yeric’s face flushed with color. He started to recite a spell hurriedly. The red magical crystal on his magic staff became unusually bright…

But, Yeric quickly noticed his failure to gather his mana. Then, he saw about 20 to 30 mages from the Tower of Dusk circling around him when he lifted his head again.

The mages of the Tower of Dusk were not devout people. They had done all sorts of malicious deeds ever since they had started to follow their wicked and ruthless President. Not to mention that their opponents were a group of mages from the Malfa Family, so what if they came from the Glittergold Trade Union? The mages from the Tower of Dusk would not care as much when it was time to act. They only knew to unleash all their spells before finding time for other matters.

Furthermore, who was Gerian? He was the most unique existence in the Tower of Dusk, a man whom even the President of the tower showed tremendous respect. It was said that Mr. President knew Gerian when he was still a low-level mage. Who would be able to deal with the rage of Mr. President if anything were to happen to Gerian?

The atmosphere in the campsite turned extremely tense. The two forces that were supposed to be battling side by side became like two bulls that were glaring at each other with their red eyes filled with enmity.

Fortunately, it was just tension…

Although both parties were filled with anger, they were not void of reason. Both of them knew that no one would benefit if they were to start a fight.

The people in the magic guild knew that although their President frequently smiled and was usually gentle, he would be more frightening than an enraged wyrm if he were to get angry…

It was the same for the Malfa Family. There was no guarantee that they would be able to defeat the dozen of Magic Shooters from the Tower of Dusk. Apart from that, before setting off, Hutton had made it clear that they were not to start any gunfire easily.

At the same time, the conversation in the tent was going on very pleasantly.

“We have six Archmages—two of them level-16 and four of them level-15. For Magic Shooters, six of them are level-14, while the other 26 of them are level-12 and level-13.” Hutton was telling Lin Li of the ability of the team he had brought along with him. He was trying his best to portray the sincerity of the family in the partners.h.i.+p.

“Yeah, sounds good. The Malfa Family is really powerful…” Lin Li commented, and nodded his head.

Hutton quickly replied, “President Felic, you are too kind to say that. I’ve met the mages in the Tower of Dusk. They are the real elites…”

“Hehe…” Lin Li smiled and waved his hands. He thought of the reason why he’d invited the Malfa Family. “Oh yes, Hutton. Other than inviting the Malfa Family to partic.i.p.ate in our operation to eliminate the nest of the bandits this time, I have a question to ask as well—”

Lin Li’s speech was interrupted when Gavin pulled the entrance of the tent open and dashed in anxiously. “Mr. President, there is trouble outside! The two mages from the Malfa Family and Mage Gerian got in a fight.”

Gavin was an honest man…

But, there were instances that honest men would lie as well. There was no fight happening outside. It was just the old man Gerian giving people a tight slap…

Yet, this was a common sight. The mages in the Tower of Dusk had always been sickly biased toward their own people. It did not matter who was at fault. As long as their own people were involved, their first instinct was to fight it out with magic.

This could not be helped when their President was somebody who was the best in siding with his people.

Mr. President had the most ridiculous reaction. “What happened? Did the old man injure himself?” the concerned President asked. He had stood up the moment he heard Gavin speak.

“…” Despite being by the young President’s side for such a long time, and being used to seeing the President cover up for various faults, the President’s question gave Gavin an urge to puke blood at his obvious act of being partial to their guild of magic. Instead of asking about the reason behind the fight, his President was actually asking about that old man! And, the old man was the one let Malfa’s mage lose his teeth with a single slap…

Fortunately, Hutton did not have that much time to think about the problem with Lin Li’s att.i.tude. Gavin’s words triggered him. G.o.ddammit, didn’t I let the two morons return first? How did they start a fight?

I should not have brought the two idiots over! d.a.m.n it, do they know who our partner is? Is that someone we can offend? Our partner is somebody who could easily eliminate 300 men from the ruthless Syer Bandits in a single sneak attack!

Are the two fools here to dig a pit for the Malfa Family?

“Nope, they are in a deadlock now…”

Lin Li felt better after knowing that Gerian was not injured. “Mage Hutton, should you go and take a look with us?” He turned towards Hutton.