Chapter 307 The action is in progress

Taking the spear-sized rune crossbow from Olivia’s hand, it was obvious that this was no longer a trivial matter like cheating in a competition or bribing a quartermaster officer.

If each of the dozens of lances contained a magic crossbow arrow powerful enough to kill giant beasts, then these magical weapons from the Mage Empire would be enough to fight a battle.

While Leon was still thinking, Olivia suddenly looked towards the warehouse aisle towards the gate.

“Leon! There’s the sound of a carriage approaching the warehouse!”

Leon reacted and immediately put the crossbow arrows on the belt of the sword: “Pack up and hide first.”

He stepped forward and quickly retied the hemp rope. Corvis cast a spell to summon the wooden spikes on the ground and stuffed them into the hollow lance shell that Olivia had unscrewed.

Olivia hid back on the second floor of the warehouse with the broken lance, while Leon found a hiding place nearby and used the “shadow cloak” cast by Corvis to hide their figures.
Outside the warehouse, the fat quartermaster jumped off the carriage and shouted to the guards guarding the warehouse: “What’s going on? Why put a tree here to block the road in the middle of the night?”

The captain of the guards stepped forward quickly and said, “Sir, it wasn’t us who did it. The tree fell down out of nowhere. Perhaps the trunk was crooked and couldn’t bear the weight.”

“Okay, no matter if you did it or not, move it away quickly! How can the carriage pass if it’s blocking the road?” The fat official waved his hands impatiently.

The captain of the guard was helpless. He wanted to hand this difficult task over to the next shift, but it finally fell to his brothers, so he had to call on his brothers to come and move the tree trunk.

After the fallen tree was removed, the quartermaster led the carriage to the warehouse door. The guard followed behind just in case and asked respectfully, “Sir, it’s so late, what are you doing?”

“Some knights bought spare equipment but were too busy to pick it up during the day, so they applied to move it away at night. I just wanted to make room in the warehouse. Don’t ask me nonsense questions. Everything is registered. You can verify it with other officials tomorrow.” The fat official frowned.

The captain of the guard understood what he meant and shut his mouth. Whether it was true or someone was stealing from the warehouse, he was just doing his job by asking. If he said anything more, he would cause trouble for a small person like himself.

Waving his hand to let the others return to their posts, the captain of the guards continued to stand guard without looking away, but when he looked at the coachman in black robes on the carriage, he curled his lips in his heart.
Wrapped in a black robe in the middle of the night, looking silly, don’t you think you are suspicious enough?
The fat official took out a bunch of heavy keys, shone them with the help of the lantern in his hand, and it took him a long time to find the corresponding key.

With two clicks, he opened the heavy steel-core iron lock on the warehouse door, and turned around to call for the people in the carriage to follow.

Two tall and straight men in black jumped down from the truck bed and walked in with the fat quartermaster.

“Finally we can take it away for you. Damn it, we hid it so deep that another knight almost bought it during the day. I was scared to death.” The fat official complained as he led the way.

The two men in black following behind him remained silent, but looked around the dim warehouse environment with instinctive vigilance.

The footsteps of the three people echoed among the huge warehouse piles of goods. When they reached the depths of the warehouse, they saw the purpose of their trip.

“Here, this is the pile. Hurry and drag it away. There are spare armors in the corner that you want. They are also the last batch.”

Before he finished speaking, the fat official looked at the two black knights from the west of Kantadar, who ignored him and just went up to check the goods. He couldn’t help but teasing, “I say, you masters brought by Velozar are really wasteful of things. I haven’t seen you win a few battles with these things. Is it okay? You can’t beat our northern knights after all this trouble.”

Even though he had received a large sum of money to help the other party supply substandard special competition weapons, as an Orlander, the fat quartermaster was still somewhat proud of the poor performance of these Kantadar knights at the conference in recent days.

I heard that in the Undead War in the Southern Kingdom last year, so many knights died that they were almost extinct. It seems that the rumors are true.

However, the two black knights who were checking the cargo pile did not speak to each other. They just frowned at each other and whispered something to each other.

The fat official couldn’t hear clearly. He knew Uriah, but he couldn’t understand the strange Kantadar dialect spoken by the black knight.

“One is missing. Are you sure all of them are here?” A knight in black turned around and asked in a poor Feru language with a heavy accent.

“Of course! I counted it very carefully, how could there be less?” the fat official asked in surprise.

He immediately shook his head: “Besides, if one is missing, then it’s one less. Can you not win? Take it away quickly. I am anxious even if you are not. If you leave it here, it will only cause trouble.”

The black knight frowned, muttered a curse word in a low and vicious voice that the other party could not understand, grabbed the hemp rope with both hands, tied the bundle, carried it up and walked out the door.

The fat official couldn’t help but feel relieved when he saw the two Kantadar knights, who were quite strong and nimbly moved the lances and armor boxes to the carriage outside the warehouse.

After leaving the warehouse and locking the door, the fat official boarded the carriage carrying the weapons. He looked at the useless Kantardars beside him and couldn’t help feeling happy.

These southerners couldn’t beat Orland’s knights even if they cheated, and the few bits of conscience in his heart felt much better.

In this situation, I have obtained enough gold coins to spend for several years, and my country’s brave knights have not lost the battle. Everyone has a bright future. It is a win-win situation.
Outside the warehouse.

In the dim bushes beside the road, Leon watched the carriage with the chandelier hanging on it going further and further away.

“Attias”

Hiding in the dark just now, Leon couldn’t understand the conversation between the two men in black.

But Corvis heard clearly that the two black knights were speaking the Rhodok language of the Atias Empire in the eastern continent.

Leon turned around and handed the magic crossbow arrow to Corvis.

“Akao, go find Princess Ines and make sure you meet her as soon as possible to explain the situation!”

Corvis nodded solemnly, turned around and left with the magic arrow of the city-breaking crossbow.

Leon then took Olivia and followed the direction of the carriage.

South of Orlando City, Wangdu Inn.

In the residence of the Warlock Society late at night, the lights were still bright and luxurious.

In the hall, several warlock masters from the Northern Society were standing, sitting, or pacing, and none of them had gone to bed yet.

Vizmara, in his robe, tapped the tabletop with his fingers like a harp. They were certainly not bothered by helping the king monitor the knights’ tournament every day.

Regardless of which king hosted the knight’s event, large-scale competitive tournaments like this have been a regular cooperation project between the Warlock Society and the royal family and various noble families for many years.

Hundreds of years ago, before the association was established, at the knights’ congress, many noble families relied on their wealth to take magic potions, hide enchanted inner armor in their armor, stuff magic weapons in their weapons, and even drug their opponents and their horses. There were countless ways of cheating.

Until the birth of the Warlock Society, the royal family of Orland and nobles in various places, who had the financial resources to hire warlocks, commissioned spellcasters to serve as supervisors of magical issues. Only then, over hundreds of years, did the local conferences gradually move towards a fair competition environment of pure martial arts.

This task is already a piece of cake for the northern sorcerers.

What really keeps them awake at night is the magic talent detector demonstrated by the up-and-coming young southern wizard in the palace half a month ago.

Compared with the large, immovable equipment in the Northern Fortress, the detector that Baron Avalon took out was only the size of two watermelons and more than a thousand times smaller. It would immeasurably improve the efficiency of finding magic apprentices, especially when he heard that the other party could only build one.

“What should we do if Ledwin still doesn’t allow us to touch the instrument? How about we sneak into the palace and take a look privately?” A young warlock master suggested after careful consideration.

“Don’t even think about it. That cunning guy must have sent people to guard the place inside and outside day and night. Any rash action would probably give Ledwin an excuse.” Vizmara picked up the cup, took a sip of the black tea, and shook his head.

An old warlock sighed with deep regret, “If I had known that the young knight mentioned in Hilgard’s letter had such ability, I should have personally gone to Cossos County two years ago to invite him to join the association.”

“What’s the point of saying this now?” A female sorceress shook her head. “Besides, what about his ‘skills’? I don’t think these are his skills. How old is he? The Holy Spirit Lamp, and the equipment he has just made, are these magical skills that a teenager can master at the drop of a hat?

Magic is not something that can be practiced like knights with a brain full of muscles. I would never believe that a child could come up with those simplified magic patterns and alchemical material structures out of thin air based on his talent.

That kid must have been lucky enough to find the remains of the ancient Lorelit civilization in the Nightmare Forest. It is said that his city, Avalon Castle, appeared out of thin air. I don’t think the Farolis family has the ability to build such a large fortress in a year or two.”

“Then what should we do? Pendragon’s reply clearly stated that Ledwin forbids him to cooperate with us. Are we just going to watch him build the so-called Avalon School of Magic bit by bit?” Another warlock frowned.

In the eyes of outsiders, the so-called Avalon College, which has now disappeared without a trace, may not pose a threat to the status of the Warlock Society in the kingdom’s magic field.

But for warlocks who can live for two or three hundred years, the different concept of time makes them very aware that the threat from competitors is actually imminent.

With the full support of the king, the advantage of his noble status, and the other party’s magical knowledge and profound technology that came from nowhere, it would take less than a hundred years for a new magic organization that could rival the Artists’ Association to rise in the kingdom.

“Damn Mette! If he hadn’t had the crazy idea of ​​flirting with the Atias people across the sea and causing us trouble, Baron Leon Pendragon would have been ours by now.”

The old warlock plucked his beard and glared as he knocked on the handle of his axe-headed wand, feeling annoyed.

Vizmara’s eyelids twitched slightly and he put down the teacup.

The sorceress sneered, “Don’t complain. I don’t think Redwin will live much longer. The hidden injuries and illnesses in his early years plus the terrible torture caused by the magic blade of the ‘Undead Lord’ will make him die in a few years. I think Eric is much dumber than his father. If not, there is still the next generation. Mortals have short lives, and decades are just the blink of an eye. Sooner or later, we will have the opportunity to make further contact with Baron Avalon. When Lord Pendragon has had enough of the knight game with mortals, he will eventually realize who are his true peers.”

After discussing for a while, it turned out that apart from the worst-case scenario of directly assassinating Baron Avalon and turning the table, and making friends with him by finding some unpopular alchemical materials that they heard the other party was purchasing, there were no other effective solutions, so everyone dispersed one by one.

Vizmara stood up, went to the upper floor of the society’s inn, and returned to his room.

Before he pushed the door open, he fixed his eyes and sensed someone breaking into the room.

Lightning flashed as he raised his hand, and the Warlock Master summoned his long-handled sword staff. He was about to break the door when a familiar voice interrupted his spell.

“Don’t be nervous, it’s me.” A voice as deep as a snake sounded behind the door.

Vizmara was slightly stunned, and then a look of annoyance appeared on his face.

He lowered his sword and staff, pushed the door open and walked in. After entering, he sealed the door with a seal with his backhand.

Vizmara looked at the old friend in black robes in front of him and said angrily: “–You broke your promise. You promised never to return to Orland! Do you know how much trouble you and the Atias people have caused to the association’s plan? How dare you come back now!”

The man in black robe sitting on the chair chuckled softly: “There are always some things that are unexpected, old friend.”

Vizmara took a deep breath, calmed down patiently and said, “I just hope that you come back from the East Continent not just to reminisce with me. You’d better bring me some surprises to calm my anger, Mette.”

“Of course.” Mette raised the corner of his mouth slightly. “The surprise I’m going to give you is far beyond your imagination, old friend. Forget about the so-called plan of the association. It’s too slow. Besides, when I came back this time, I also heard about the rise of that little bastard in the south. He is definitely not as simple as he looks. If this continues, and he is allowed to combine with the Orlando royal family, the association will never be able to fulfill its long-cherished wish.”

“Get to the point!” said Vizmara dissatisfiedly.

“Hehe~” Mette chuckled softly, “I saw the true future and truth with my own eyes in the East Continent. Now I have come back to bring that future to this land with the help of our true kind, and to eliminate the ignorance and darkness that has enveloped the world for thousands of years.”

“Help me, join me, Weezy, if you all do me a small favor, in just one day, the whole kingdom will be ours!”

Vizmara was unmoved. “I will not easily believe your empty words.”

Mette didn’t seem to mind her old friend’s caution. She just walked to the table and drew lightly with her fingers.

The magic drew a complex pattern on the table.

Vizmara took a closer look and recognized that it looked a bit like the royal palace of Orlando?

“Remember where the sword is?” Mette asked meaningfully.

“The Atias people told me that the Royal Palace of Orlandon is actually part of an ancient and huge magic ritual. The reason why the sword cannot be pulled out is because it is the switch connecting the ritual. The entire magic system is actually integrated. Anyone who draws the sword is equivalent to trying to pull up the entire space of the Royal Palace of Orlandon with bare hands.”

“Ritual? So you want to start the ritual? But what does that mean? What can you do with it?”

“No, no, no. Even if we bring in all the sorcerers of the association and try their best, we still can’t muster the magic power to activate it. To be honest, the Atias people and I don’t know the original function of this ritual, but all I want is to use the most insignificant small effect in the structure of this magic ritual.”

(End of this chapter)