Chapter 285: Explanation and Proceeding With That

After the intense lovemaking, Shaoke tightly held onto Mage Roman, occasionally caressing her private parts. This made Mage Roman feel very comfortable; she curled up lazily in Shaoke's arms, allowing his hands to wander over her body, occasionally letting out a comfortable moan.

"How did Lan Wei'er's hair turn out like that?" After a brief moment to catch his breath, Shaoke began to ask Mage Roman about the little girl's changes, wanting to know how she had ended up that way.

Mage Roman remained silent for a while at Shaoke's question, then changed her posture and explained in a low voice: "My uncle used a special spell to pass on the bloodline of the Roman Family to her." Saying this, Mage Roman added somewhat sadly: "He paid the price of dropping a rank level for this. Unfortunately, he wasn't an Eighth Tier Alchemist, or else that situation wouldn't have occurred." At that point, Mage Roman suddenly bit Shaoke's neck hard, blaming him for not making her pregnant. Then she carefully licked the blood from his neck with her tongue and pressed her mouth there to stop the bleeding.

Thus, the two mages, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, stayed intertwined all night. It wasn't until dawn that Mage Roman hastily put on her nightgown and hurried back to their room. After all, little Lan Wei'er woke up very early, and if she didn't see her mother present, she might panic. This child had never been away from Mage Roman for too long or too far.

When the sky was fully bright, the mages had fully recovered to their peak condition after the previous day's rest. After breakfast, Shaoke announced his plans for the day to the other mages. Of course, buying maidservants and houses was the first thing they did. Shaoke had already decided on the target properties: the houses of the residents adjacent to his estate. He planned to purchase a large number of houses in order to connect these estates, making it convenient for the mages to engage in activities or other matters.

The mages did not object to Shaoke's decision, as he had now become the leader of their organization. Moreover, these mages also needed some young maidservants and personal houses—after all, Mage Roman's unique complexion that morning indicated her wild night. Naturally, Mage Roman was teased by the White-robed Cleric and Mage Yisier.

Following last night's plan, Shaoke quickly sent a few familiar mages along with two maidservants to the trade market to purchase enough young maidservants, while he led the other mages to negotiate with the neighboring estate owners about transactions. Everything went smoothly. After the mages returned with about fifty maidservants, Shaoke also finalized purchase prices with several surrounding estate owners. The prices were normal; these people didn't inflate prices because the mages urgently needed houses, since they recognized the buyers from their earlier battles here.

According to the plans of the three female mages and some mages who enjoyed architecture, the walls between these estates were completely demolished. They also hired many craftsmen to repair damaged houses and make other modifications. The most significant change was that they completely removed all the useless gardens and had the maidservants plant grapevines and other commonly used medicinal herbs on the land. Of course, the original maidservants led the new ones in carrying out these tasks.

After spending a large amount of money, the estates were quickly expanded and renovated. Four estates of about ten acres each, now connected, appeared much larger. The mages also demolished many unnecessary buildings and constructed houses in a certain orderly pattern for their use.

After completing this work, Shaoke recalled an incident from a few days ago when he was attacked by some mercenaries on the street to the White-robed Cleric's residence, as well as an earlier extortion attempt by a group led by a Seventh Tier Mage. Fuming, he told Mage Roman about these events, and she strongly supported his revenge.

After pressing the White-robed Cleric for the location of the mercenary group that had attacked him, Shaoke decided that all the mages would gather that night to destroy the mercenary group completely. Of course, their main goal was to plunder valuable magical materials and establish their organization's prestige and status here. After all, an organization's strength is demonstrated by the bloody lives of others.

That night, the mages prepared no specific tactics. They simply put on ordinary cloaks made of the material Shaoke had designed over their own, then gripped their staffs and followed the White-robed Cleric silently toward the mercenary group's base in the city. The little girl, held tightly by Mage Roman, was protected by Mage Yisier nearby. The Cleric would be protected by more mages.

Any professional they encountered on the road, under Shaoke's orders, was killed without hesitation. They didn't care whether these fighting professionals belonged to one group or two; they just wanted the streets completely clear. Of course, many professionals, upon seeing the all-mage team, quickly left the streets, returning to their estates or heading to other streets.

Without casting any supportive spells, the mages took a full magic hour to reach the location the White-robed Cleric had mentioned: a huge estate, three to five times larger than Shaoke's. Some streets were blocked by the estate's aggressive occupation, causing inconvenience. Low stone towers stood inside the estate, and the walls were lined with many warriors, who looked tense at the arrival of the mage team—such a large group of mages was rare here, and their leader still hadn't appeared.

"This is the place," the White-robed Cleric, her face suddenly turning pale, said as she looked at the huge estate. Her memories of this place were evidently not good. Shaoke noticed this and whispered comfort to her; after all, they would need her supporting spells in battle. He didn't want her emotional state to cause failures or reductions in her spells.

"Who are you?" A stern voice suddenly came from within the estate. "Why are you gathered here and not leaving?" It paused briefly. "This is not the place for you." Then the voice fell silent.

"Death is where you're headed," Shaoke replied softly, not caring whether the people inside could hear. He then signaled the mages to attack the estate. "Make this estate disappear." With that, he initiated the attack. The Cleric hesitated for a moment, then quickly cast supporting spells on him and the other attacking mages.

The gathering of many spells terrified the people inside the estate, as the unrestrained magical fluctuations could be sensed even by low-ranked warriors. "You are violating the rules of the Fallen Capital! Those who violate the rules of Fallen Capital will eventually be destroyed!" The stern voice came again from within the estate. But under Shaoke's orders, the mages ignored it. Shaoke didn't care either—before coming, the White-robed Cleric had explained all sorts of rules here, but Shaoke had no intention of following those rules established by the major powers. He also had other ideas to demonstrate through this attack.

Of the sixty-plus mages, only about thirty were attacking; the others guarded against enemies attacking from other directions, as sixty mages couldn't fully surround the estate. As for enemies fleeing, the mages had their own solutions.

The series of attacks caused panic inside the estate. Although some high-ranking personnel had received news of Shaoke's arrival and prepared for battle, they hadn't expected the attackers to disregard the rules here. Moreover, the attackers' spellcasting speed was much faster than that of ordinary mages, frustrating the estate's mages.

Their frustration didn't last long, as the targets they locked onto were first the mages, then the high-rank warriors or other professionals.

Flames, ice walls, whirlwinds, meteorites, and whirlpools—all these spells were quickly unleashed by Shaoke and his team. Shaoke himself stopped after casting a single Death Slash, as he was using his mental strength to locate high-ranking individuals and track movements within the estate.

After a quick scan, Shaoke soon detected a suppressed magical fluctuation. Based on his judgment, it was an area-of-effect spell being prepared by a Seventh Tier Mage.

Without hesitation, Shaoke began his own attack.

The green flame constantly burning at the tip of his staff suddenly changed. Under Shaoke's control, with ancient magical incantations and gestures, the flame quickly transformed into a fireline over ten meters long. After forming above Shaoke, the fireline shot toward the target he had locked. At that moment, a black cloud emerged from the estate and rapidly flew toward Shaoke's group.