2024-04-28 17:44:25"I'm not trying to scare you, but you haven’t seen old Thorpe's reaction. He was excited when he held that potion bottle. He was stuttering and stammering, saying it was a masterpiece, something for the history books, and more. It was strange..."
The young mage became even more curious. Thorpe was famous in Rebillion City for his potion-making skills, always aiming high. Even the Great Alchemist of the Twin Moons chamber of commerce didn’t impress him, as he usually ignored both old-timers and newcomers.
Solon rarely heard him praise anyone. Just hearing him say “acceptable” was a big deal.
But losing control like this? Talking about future history books...
‘Was the potion that special?’ he wondered.
“You know me, I’m not an expert in potion-making,” Sikoa said, glancing at his disciple. “But Thorpe mentioned that each bottle of this potion might bring another Great Mage to the Sage Tower!”
As he finished, Solon gasped. ‘Forget Masterpiece and history books, this is about Great Mages...’
The Sage Tower had 13 Great Mages, with only 7 residing permanently. The big three had been in hiding for most of the past decade. External affairs and resource conflicts were handled by these seven. In other words, the Sage Tower's status depended a lot on them.
With seven Great Mages...
If Thorpe was right, and each bottle could bring a Great Mage, Solon couldn’t imagine what would happen.
Any power gaining Thorpe's favor could challenge the Sage Tower in Rebillion City. The three big shots knew this. If someone controlled them, destroying the Sage Tower would be easy.
Cold sweat dripped down Solon's forehead at the thought.
On the bright side, Thorpe seemed to prefer staying out of the spotlight. He hadn't revealed his plans yet, sending a young mage with the potion and giving the pass to another young mage.
The key to figuring this out was those two young mages...
Especially Sifa Spellbound. He must be close to the creator, or else Thorpe wouldn't have given him the pass.
‘No wonder Master acted that way…’ Solon thought. ‘If the Twin Moons chamber of commerce was involved in Flint Spellbound's shipwreck and their plot came out, they'd face the wrath of an incredible Great Alchemist...’
As Solon thought, Sikoa ended their discussion. “Given the situation, only a fool would cooperate with the Twin Moons chamber of commerce.”
The young mage suddenly sympathized with the father-son pair. They'd prepared for six months to cooperate with the Sage Tower, only for a potion to overshadow their efforts.
“Okay, I've told you everything. It's up to you to handle it. Don't rely on me. You'll take over my seat sooner or later. Learning to handle these matters is important.”
“Yes, I'll take care of it...”
...
A month passed. Since their discussion in the reception room, Solon kept a close eye on the young mage.
He found the young mage fascinating. His reading range was vast, from light histories to profound Jide Formula knowledge. Solon often wondered if there was any reason behind his choices or if he just read for fun.
Solon wanted to remind him of the rare opportunity in the Sage Tower’s library. Many mages would sell everything for it. Yet he seemed to take it lightly, picking random books daily. Solon feared he might regret it one day.
Today confirmed his fears.
Solon went to the library after breakfast and saw the young mage reading a book with a red-striped cover. ‘Here we go again...’ Solon sighed. It wasn’t light reading; it was at least Great Mage level. For a recent 1st Rank Mage, it was leisurely.
It wasn’t the first time Sifa had done this. Solon even saw him read a silver-striped magic book once, suitable for High Mages. Solon couldn’t bear it. How could a mage not respect knowledge?
Even a book only for Great Mages was just leisurely to him. He wasn’t pondering, just flipping pages with a pleased expression. Solon wondered if he was studying at all.
If only Solon knew he’d guessed right this time...
Caster had tired himself out this month. To quickly understand the current era, he had read through more than a dozen bookshelves. His reading speed was so fast that it would have melted someone else's brain.
Today, when Caster went to the library, he decided to take it easy and not work his brain too hard with boring historical knowledge or comparing magic from different eras. He wanted to find a fun book to read...
So, Caster picked up a book called The Fanrusen Formula. To him, these books for Great Mages were just for fun. It didn't take much effort for him to read page after page. Sometimes, he found mistakes and criticized the errors.
Sitting in the sun, reading and criticizing the author, it was a nice life.
“Tsk tsk tsk, a High Mage who doesn’t know right from wrong, still believing in that seven-string theory? Such a mess...”
“What do you mean by mess?” When Solon approached, he heard the last part and gave Caster a strange look.
“Good morning, Mage Solon. Nothing’s a mess, did you mishear?” Caster raised his head and answered.
“Is that so...” Solon smiled and didn’t say anything else. He had come to remind Caster out of kindness.
Maybe because Caster got his pass too easily, he didn’t seem to appreciate it. His choice of books and attitude while reading seemed too casual. He might regret it later when he aimed to become a Great Mage.
As someone more experienced, Solon didn’t want to see this happen. Sometimes, if an opportunity was missed, it couldn’t be grasped again.
“Mage Spellbound, that...” Solon started talking before hesitating. Although Caster was only a 1st Rank Mage, there might be a Great Alchemist behind him. He couldn’t lecture him in a way that might anger him.
“Eh? What?”
After a moment, Solon said, “It’s not important, I just came to ask if you had any requests. As one of the guests with the highest pass, if you have any requests, we’ll satisfy them.” After this polite opening, Solon paused and then said, “Oh right, Mage Spellbound, do you need any book recommendations? I’ve worked here for two years and know the books.”
Solon felt a bit stuck being so polite to a 1st Rank Mage. He couldn’t help it; there might be a hidden Great Alchemist behind him. Even his teacher Sikoa didn’t want to act without thinking. He had to be careful; if he was too direct, he might annoy Caster.
So, Solon could only sigh inwardly, ‘I’ve given you the chance, it’s up to you whether you take it.’
“How could I trouble you with that…” Caster found it a bit annoying. He had finally decided to take a break. ‘What kind of recommendation can you give me? Are you disturbing me on purpose?’
But declining wasn’t an option because Caster could tell that Solon had good intentions. Thus, Caster could only say a few polite words while thinking of an excuse to brush him off.
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The doors to the chamber were locked. This was a closed-door, emergency session. The public was not allowed inside."The city is falling apart!" High Councilor Morvan cried out. His voice squeaked in panic. He slammed his fat hand on the dark wood table. "The markets are crashing! The bakers are refusing to bake! The banks are closing! The people think the sky is going to open up and eat them!"Commander Vex crossed his strong arms over his chest. "My soldiers are tired, Morvan. They have been breaking up fights in the streets all night. The people are scared of the dark magic. If we do not give them an answer soon, they will start burning down their own houses.""What do you want me to do?" Morvan whined, wiping his sweaty face again. "The Sage Tower is gone! The greatest magical city in the world was crushed into dirt in ten seconds! We felt the earthquake all the way here! If the Sage Tower can fall, then Glassview can fall too!"Caster sat quietly on his wooden bench. He watched t
Chapter 551
The city of Glassview was loud. It was a very rich, very shiny city. It sat fifty miles away from the ruined Sage Tower. It was built on high, green hills. The buildings were made of smooth, polished green glass and bright silver metal. Usually, the city was a place of music, money, and happy people. But today, Glassview was a city of pure terror.Caster Spellbound walked slowly down the crowded street. He wore a simple, rough brown cloak. He pulled the deep hood over his head to hide his face. He leaned heavily on his wooden walking stick. He looked like an ordinary, tired, poor old man. No one knew he was the greatest Archmage in history. No one knew he was the man who had just saved the world from a dark god. He stopped and looked at the center of the street.A giant, floating magical crystal hung in the air. It was a broadcast crystal. The High Council of Glassview used these crystals to share news with the people.Right now, the crystal was flashing with bright, angry red ligh
Chapter 551
The city of Glassview was loud. It was a very rich, very shiny city. It sat fifty miles away from the ruined Sage Tower. It was built on high, green hills. The buildings were made of smooth, polished green glass and bright silver metal. Usually, the city was a place of music, money, and happy people. But today, Glassview was a city of pure terror.Caster Spellbound walked slowly down the crowded street. He wore a simple, rough brown cloak. He pulled the deep hood over his head to hide his face. He leaned heavily on his wooden walking stick. He looked like an ordinary, tired, poor old man. No one knew he was the greatest Archmage in history. No one knew he was the man who had just saved the world from a dark god. He stopped and looked at the center of the street.A giant, floating magical crystal hung in the air. It was a broadcast crystal. The High Council of Glassview used these crystals to share news with the people.Right now, the crystal was flashing with bright, angry red ligh
Chapter 550
When Caster had fought the dark god in his mind, he had taken the sharp, glowing white stylus of his own willpower and carved into his spiritual core. He had burned away the dark, evil ink of the monster. He felt the carving now. Deep inside his quiet soul, the words shone with a soft, warm, gentle light.CASTER SPELLBOUND. His True Name was secured. It was not a boastful, arrogant light. It was just a quiet, unshakeable truth. He knew exactly who he was. He was an old man who had made terrible mistakes, but he was also the man who had given up everything to fix them. He was not a monster. He was not an Existential Hazard. He was just Caster. And that was enough.Caster opened his eyes. He smiled at the small glass vial in his hand. He had not kept the black sigil to worship it. He had not kept it because he wanted the dark power back. He kept it as a trophy. He kept it as a simple, quiet reminder.Whenever he felt tired, whenever he felt like the world was too broken to be fixed,
Chapter 549
Lysane smiled. It was a beautiful, bright smile that made her look years younger, despite her snow-white hair."They are going to build a good world, Caster," Lysane promised him. "We are already organizing building crews. Toma the baker is showing the young mages how to mix mud and straw to build warm houses. Finn is teaching the other children how to plant seeds in the clean dirt. We are going to be fine.""I know you will be," Caster said. His gray eyes shone with immense pride. "Because you are here to guide them. They do not need a magical Master of Wards anymore, Lysane. They need a wise leader with a good heart. They need you."Lysane’s eyes filled with tears. She squeezed Caster’s scarred fingers tightly.It was a quiet, incredibly powerful moment between them. They were not just friends. They were two soldiers who had stood back-to-back at the absolute edge of oblivion. They had held the weight of the universe together. They had lost everything, but they had won the only thi
Chapter 548
Several days later, the sun rose over a completely different world. The dark, choking gray ash was gone. The sky was a brilliant, endless, perfect blue. The air did not smell like burnt bone or heavy magic anymore. It smelled like fresh pine trees, wet dirt, and clean rain.Outside the ruined capital city, in the wide, green fields of the wild lands, the survivors had built a base camp.It was not a rich, beautiful place like the old Sage Tower. There were no floating white marble gardens. There were no golden statues. It was a messy, loud, busy camp made of simple tents. The tents were sewn together from old blankets, torn gray robes, and pieces of blue silk rescued from the broken city.Fires burned in the center of the camp. But these fires were not made of pale, freezing spectral light. They were normal, warm, cracking orange fires built from dry wood.The people were cooking simple soup. They were talking. They were laughing. The fear was finally gone.At the edge of the busy c
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