"What's happening today..." After Luigi spat angrily, he felt confused. He waved the paper around, but the kid didn't hurry to talk about it or beg for more time. He just sat there, looking relaxed... and strangely, he was staring at Luigi like he was a silly clown.
Luigi wanted to threaten the kid to make him beg, but he couldn't. Seeing his nephew again after so long made him feel he needed to be strong.
"It doesn't matter," he finally said. "Either you pay your debt now, or you use the house. Otherwise, I'll tell everyone at the Union. Let's see who will do business with your chamber after that!"
These words worried the old butler. Luigi's threat was scary. The chamber was struggling, but it could recover. Giving the contract to the Union would hurt their reputation.
The old butler's face turned pale, and his hand shook.
But Caster stayed calm, joking with the old butler, "I told you uncle was worried! He's already thinking no one will do business with us."
"Young Master, you joke," the old butler said, looking worried.
Caster smiled but didn't say more. He respected the old butler for staying.
"Enough with the jokes, Kid. Let's talk business!" Luigi got mad at Caster's joke. "Your father took eight thousand gold from me. You have two choices: pay now or use the house. I have other things to do."
"The house is not an option," Caster said firmly. "Your offer is too kind! I'm worried you'll lose."
Luigi ignored the joke and asked again, "So, will you pay the gold?"
"Paying back with gold isn't impossible," Caster started, then stopped.
"You really want to pay?" Luigi was surprised. Everyone knew the chamber was struggling. How could they get the money?
Luigi tried to stay calm. "That's good. Wanting to repay is best... The total is eight thousand. Go get it."
After Luigi left, Caster turned to Hisashi's two friends. "You guys still hanging around? Waiting for an invite to dinner?"
The two guys snapped out of it. "Uh, we're leaving now," one of them muttered, and they hurriedly escorted Hisashi away.
With them gone, peace returned. Caster motioned for the old butler to sit down. His bruised arm was wrapped up, causing him some discomfort. "Young Master, about the eight thousand gold..."
"Don't worry, I'll handle it," Caster said casually. Eight thousand gold wasn't a big deal for him. Even though money wasn't common anymore, he still valued it. His situation now was better than the scarcity of his old world.
But the butler was worried. "We don't have the money. We've sold everything to pay for the losses from the accident."
Caster remembered something from Sifa Spellbound's memories. "Didn't my father leave me an alchemy workshop?"
"Yes, but after the accident, all three alchemists left. Without them, it's useless," the butler explained. The alchemy workshop depended on skilled alchemists, and without them, it couldn't make enough money.
"Let's check it out anyway," Caster suggested. The butler was surprised by his confidence. Caster seemed different now, more sure of himself. "Young Master has grown," the butler thought sadly, wishing his late master could see it.
As they talked, someone came to the door. It was a young man, about twenty years old, not very tall, wearing a black gown with a wyvern on the cuffs, which was the standard outfit of Okland, the top magic school in the eastern kingdom.
He must be a student from Okland, since only mages wore black gowns.
Without waiting for permission, the young mage burst in, seeing old Pavey's bandaged arm and getting angry. "Sifa Spellbound! Look what you've done! My father has worked for your family for over 30 years, and now he's hurt helping you. Is this how the Spellbound family repays loyalty?"
"Raymond, quiet!" The old butler scolded his son, trying to explain.
But Raymond was hot-tempered. He couldn't listen after seeing his father hurt. After hearing about the sea accident, he rushed from Fallen Star Lakeside to Rebillion City. On the way, he learned that Luigi had hired Hisashi to collect a debt.
Raymond had grown up in the city and knew who Hisashi was. He stormed into the Spellbound house, seeing his father's state. His anger turned towards Caster.
Raymond always looked down on Sifa. Despite having a wealthy and powerful father, Sifa struggled as a Magic Apprentice, even with the best resources. Raymond believed he could do better.
Now a mage himself, Raymond felt no envy towards Sifa. They belonged to different worlds, as professors at school had said. A lowly Magic Apprentice couldn't compare to a mage.
"Sorry, Young Master. Raymond doesn't know any better. I'll make him apologize," the old butler said.
"It's fine. Raymond is young and impulsive," Caster replied, heading for the door. Before leaving, he added, "Raymond, your father needs rest. Follow me to the Gilded Rose."
Raymond was furious. 'How dare a mere Magic Apprentice order a mage around!' But before he could react, his father scolded him.
On the way to the Gilded Rose, Raymond didn't pay much attention to Caster. He planned to play along at first, but then taunt him when the time was right.
Raymond waited for his chance to turn the tables on Sifa Spellbound.
So, the 5th Rank Mage waited patiently. The twenty minutes almost passed, yet that troublemaker continued walking slowly, lost in thought.
‘What's he thinking about? He's just an apprentice. What profound question could he have?’ Raymond wondered, growing impatient. ‘He's stalling! He needs to ask for my guidance soon. If he waits too long, we'll reach the Gilded Rose, and there won't be any witnesses! What's the point of taunting him then?’
‘I need to bring it up myself...’ Raymond thought, then spoke up, “Young Master Spellbound, did your teacher tell you which formulas you need for forming the mana whirlpool?” He felt smug, displaying his seniority.
But Raymond waited in vain. The youth remained lost in thought.
‘This is too much!’ Raymond fumed, veins popping on his forehead. ‘I'm a great mage, yet I'm initiating a conversation with a mere apprentice like him. He shouldn't dare ignore me!’
“Hey! Young Master Spellbound!” Raymond shouted, trying to control his anger.
“Hmm? What?” Caster finally snapped out of it. “Oh, the Topha formula for the foundation, Jide for direction, and Pythan to save mana,” he explained, giving Raymond a strange look. “Isn't this basic knowledge for an apprentice?”
Raymond seethed. ‘What does he mean by that? I'm a great mage! I don't need him to teach me apprentice stuff!’
Before Raymond could think of a response, they arrived at the Gilded Rose...
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Chapter 817
Solon knelt on the floor next to her. The pale archivist was barely conscious. His white bandages were completely soaked in dark blood. He held his heavy brass stabilizing rod like a sniper rifle. He rested the barrel on the arm of a stone golem. He aimed carefully at the heavy drill. "I see it," Solon coughed. He closed his pale eyes. He pushed a tiny spark of his own life force into the quartz tip of the rod. "For the library," Solon whispered. He fired. A massive, invisible shockwave of pure kinetic force shot out of the brass rod. It flew through the gap in the shield. It hit the heavy iron drill perfectly in the center. The heavy machine exploded backward. It flipped end over end, crushing the ten soldiers who were pushing it. The drill bit shattered into useless pieces. "Perfect shot, book-worm!" Sikoa cheered. But as Solon lowered the brass rod, he fell sideways. He hit the blue crystal floor. He was completely out of energy. His breathing was so shallow it was almost
Chapter 816
Caster crawled forward. He knelt right over the bloody iron sigil. He reached his hands out. He grabbed the two main heavy brass stabilizing rods. His left hand gripped the left rod. His bleeding right hand gripped the right rod. He became the human wire connecting the machine to the earth. He looked up at the massive, screaming, cracking Central Node floating directly above his head. "Breathe," Caster commanded the machine. Caster closed his eyes. He reached into his chest. He grabbed the tiny golden seed. He did not use it as a weapon. He did not use it as a wall. He used the golden magic of pure truth to pump his own life force through his arms. The golden light rushed down his shoulders. It flowed through his elbows. It poured into his hands. The golden light hit the heavy brass rods. The moment the light touched the metal, the Heart Alchemy Engine woke up. The sound was not loud. It was incredibly deep. It felt like a massive, heavy heartbeat echoing through the entire pla
Chapter 815
Caster wanted the three brass rods to act like giant magnets. He wanted them to suck the violent, corrupted magic out of the cracked Central Node above. He wanted the magic to flow down into his triangle.The triangle would force the chaotic energy to spin in a perfect, logical circle. The spinning would calm the magic down. It would filter the noise. Then, the clean, stabilized mana would be pumped safely back into the floor, healing the broken roots of the world. It was a brilliant, flawless theory. But there was a terrible problem. Caster stared at the three brass rods. They were not moving. The copper wire was cold. The machine was completely dead. "It needs a spark," Caster realized with a heavy, sinking feeling in his chest. "It needs a catalyst."An engine cannot start without a spark plug. A filter cannot work if there is nothing inside it to attract the poison. Caster touched his own chest. He felt the tiny, warm golden seed humming inside his soul. "I cannot use the gol
Chapter 814
Caster Spellbound brought the two heavy brass rods down with all his might. He did not hit Elias Thorpe in the head. He did not hit the madman’s mechanical chest. Caster aimed for the thick, glowing red and purple cables that connected Thorpe to the giant, floating white crystal. The clear quartz tips of the brass rods smashed directly into the magical cables. The golden light in Caster’s eyes flared, pushing pure, heavy truth into the strike. The chaotic blood magic could not resist the absolute law of Caster’s will. The thick cables snapped in half. "NO!" Elias Thorpe screamed. The sound was not just a human yell. It was the sound of a man having his soul ripped out of a socket. The infinite, terrible power of the universe was violently disconnected from his body. A massive shower of bright red sparks exploded into the air. The sudden loss of power hit Thorpe like a speeding train. The half-machine man flew backward off the raised stone altar. He crashed hard onto the blue cr
Chapter 813
"I am the network now," Thorpe roared in triumph. "I feel the ley-lines. I feel the oceans. I feel the beating hearts of every single pathetic human on the surface."Thorpe raised his arms. The cables attached to his chest pulsed thickly. "I am going to rewrite it all," Thorpe declared. "I am going to erase the chaos. I will burn away the weak. I will create a perfect, silent, still world of iron and ash. I am God!""You are a parasite," Caster said coldly. He stepped onto the bottom stair of the stone altar. "And I am the cure."Thorpe smiled a terrible, god-like smile. "You think you can fight me here?" Thorpe mocked. "I control the very ground you stand on, Caster. I control the air you breathe. I can delete you from reality with a single thought."To prove his point, Thorpe twitched his fingers. The physical rules of the cavern instantly broke. Gravity shifted violently. Caster was suddenly thrown off his feet. He flew upward toward the dark ceiling, completely helpless in the
Chapter 812
"If the soldiers set up those heavy drills, they will punch right through those gaps and shatter the focal points of the runes," Solon explained. "Then we make sure they cannot set up the drills," Sikoa smiled fiercely. Sikoa reached down and picked up a heavy, stolen Glassview magical rifle from the floor. She checked the blue ammunition crystal. It was fully loaded. She slung the rifle strap over her shoulder and kept her two daggers ready. "I am a terrible shot," Solon muttered. He looked down at his own empty hands. Then, Solon reached into his heavy gray cloak. He pulled out one of the thick, heavy brass stabilizing rods. The rods they had taken from the Founders' Armory. The rod was a heavy, blunt spear with a clear quartz crystal tip. "These rods were used to pin reality down," Solon said, a clever spark returning to his pale eyes. "They channel raw kinetic force perfectly. If I use my own life force, I can use this rod like a sniper rifle. I can shoot pure, concentrated
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