Chapter 127 (1/2)

Chapter 127: I’ll Have My Vengeance!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Link was busy studying Anthony’s notebook all along the journey to the academy. Rylai, who was sitting beside him was also reading a magic textbook, so it was very quiet in the carriage.

But after more than an hour, there was a sharp whistle outside the carriage. Link knew from the sound that it was no threat to them, so he paid no attention to it. The sound did unsettle the girl, though, so she slowly pushed the curtains of the carriage window aside and looked out in curiosity.

“Tutor,” said Rylai timidly after a moment, “It’s a carriage from the East Cove Magic Academy. No…it’s not a normal carriage, it looks more like a prison carriage. There’s a prisoner inside it too. Could he be a Magician?”

But how did a Magician end up being a prisoner? Rylai wondered.

Link was startled by Rylai’s descriptions and he looked out immediately, just in time to see that it was Darris.

After a week of recovery, Darris’ injuries were almost healed, but because he was treated with basic healing spells, he still had a lot of scars all over his body and even on his face. He was wearing a crude jailbird robe and his limbs were bound by iron shackles. He looked no different from any other common criminal, except for the fact that he was transported in a carriage with the East Cove Magic Academy insignia on it.

Just as Link caught a glimpse of Darris, Darris himself had turned his head around and saw Link, who was wearing a silver-lined ink-blue Magician’s robe, sitting in a nice carriage.

Only Magicians of Level-4 or higher could wear the ink-blue Magician’s robe. The silver lining on this type of robe was fine and graceful and the material of the robe itself was soft and comfortable. The robe was also protected by a Level-2 Guarding Barrier.

Then, Darris looked to Link’s side and saw that he was accompanied by a beautiful young girl who looked so pure and innocent that any man would want to embrace her in their arms. This disparity in fortune between the both of them suddenly filled Darris’ heart with painful bitterness.

“I curse you an agonizing death!” he shouted, his eyes bloodshot with animosity as he stared fixedly at Link.

Link shook his head at the pathetic sight before him. He thought nothing of it, as it was just the last cry of a man who’d lost everything. Link wasted no time and went straight back to reading the notebook.

Rylai, on the other hand, was considerably shocked by the scene, but she was also eager to find out what was going on.

“Tutor,” she began tentatively, careful not to offend Link, “Why does he seem to hate you?”

“Pay no attention to him,” said Link, smiling, “he’ll soon be a dead man.”

A Magician who had been stripped of his magic powers and was going to be tried for murder as a normal civilian wouldn’t be able to escape execution because lay people were afraid of the powers that Magicians possessed. Once a Magician had been found guilty of murder, the civil courts wouldn’t keep him alive for fear that he might try to attempt more crimes with his remaining powers.

Even if Darris was not sentenced to death on the spot, Link was sure that he would be secretly killed off afterwards. There was just no way that the court would take any chances with him.

And thus, a prison carriage and a handsome carriage crossed paths, each carrying their occupants towards two very different fates.

Darris’ prison carriage continued to move forward. Although Darris had just shouted a curse at Link, it did nothing to distract him from the fact that his fear was deepening as the prison carriage kept approaching the River Cove Town.

Those damned commoners will never let go of me. I’ll be dead, I’ll be dead for sure. Ah, but I’m only 30 years old! Oh God of Light, why have you forsaken me so? Oh God… By that point Darris was about to collapse.

They were now approaching the eastern gates of River Cove Town and the spire of the eastern watchtower was now in plain sight. Only another ten minutes and they would be within the town gates.

“Hey, Armon, how about letting me go, huh?” begged Darris, “I’ll give you a hundred gold coins if you’ll let me go. I’ve got the money; I swear I do. Please, Armon…”

The coachman narrowed his eyes as he looked at Darris with disdain.

“Give it up, Darris. You just don’t get it, do you? Well, let me tell you the truth. The coachman that you killed was named Eddie; he was my brother, my very own brother!”

Darris almost died of a heart attack and his whole body went limp as he realized that all hope was gone. But then, there was an unexpected turn of events!