Chapter 349 The Mysterious Mage

"Who wants to abduct members of our Blizzard Legion?" Outside the duke's manor, a large group of outsiders gathered. There were about two hundred of these outsiders, led by an extremely tall man. He and the others behind him were clad in heavy armor, holding a shield in one hand and a saber or spear in the other. Their ferocious steel visors had been lowered, concealing their faces.

After surrounding the entire hall, the three-meter-tall warrior stepped forward and walked directly to the blond young man: "People of the Yisage Empire, this is not your place. You must immediately stop this rude behavior, or you will remain here forever." With that, he glanced at Mage Roman and the others, then walked straight toward the white-robed people.

Without the host's permission, those white-robed people would never leave their positions. Facing the arrival of the tall man, the warriors among the white-robed people erupted with Aura to resist his advance. Unfortunately, the giant seemed not to notice them and charged straight at them.

Without using Aura, he easily knocked several white-robed warriors aside and then reached Mage Roman and the others.

After bowing to the Alchemist and the Cleric, the giant signaled them to follow him away. Meanwhile, the blond youth curled his lips. The two Eighth Tier Warriors who had been following him suddenly stepped forward. One of them instantly appeared before the giant, his fist wrapped in Aura striking heavily against the giant's chest, sending him flying. For a moment, the hall became quite chaotic.

After being sent flying, the giant seemed unfazed. He flipped over, got up from the ground, raised his saber, and struck at the Eighth Tier Warrior. He cared nothing about the opponent's strength or status; he only knew that, according to the Legion Commander's order, he was to take the besieged professionals away from here. As for the method, since the commander hadn't specified, he followed his own previous approach. The consequences were not his concern.

When the tall warrior was about to attack, Shaoke also began to prepare his attack. He thought he must first carry out a killing spree to frighten these Yisage Empire people, then he could take Mage Roman and the White-robed Cleric away. Of course, this was just his way of thinking; there were better methods to solve this, but the mage did not consider that possibility.

"Stop this pointless fight." A person-tall space door suddenly appeared in the hall. What first emerged from the space door was not a person, but hundreds of gray threads. These gray threads quickly wrapped around the white-robed professionals and the Blizzard Legion warriors. A dozen or so gray threads hovered around Shaoke before slowly dissipating in the air.

At that moment, two professionals emerged from the space door. One looked like a thick mist, floating silently in the air. Shaoke sensed an aura of despair from him, like that of a dying person, which he had previously felt from a necromancer.

The other professional looked much more normal. She was a somewhat older woman, with the appearance of a middle-aged woman from Shaoke's previous life. She wore a strange robe of gray-white, embroidered with many space doors and strange symbols. As soon as Shaoke sensed it with his mental power, he felt his entire meditation space tremble, but the silver light quickly calmed it. At that moment, the spellbook that had been soaking in the pool of mental power on the hilltop suddenly emitted a gray-black light, which made him feel much more comfortable.

The middle-aged female caster glanced casually at Shaoke. In her eyes, countless strange rhomboids were spinning rapidly. A strong dizziness almost made the mage lower his head to avoid it, but Shaoke gritted his teeth and persisted, not evading her gaze.

After sweeping a look at Shaoke, the middle-aged female caster also looked at the two Eighth Tier Warriors near the duke and the two near the blond young man. Perhaps because their mental strength was weaker, those four Eighth Tier Warriors all turned their heads away, avoiding the female caster's gaze.

"Blizzard Legion people, leave here immediately." With that, she signaled the other Blizzard Legion warriors to leave. Then the necromancer floating in the black mist released hundreds of yellow threads that quickly fell on the Blizzard Legion members, releasing them.

The freed Blizzard Legion warriors glared red-eyed at the black mist. If their leader gave the order, they would not hesitate to tear apart the black mist. They didn't care whether they could defeat it or not.

After releasing the Blizzard Legion members, Mage Roman and the others also walked out from among the white-robed people. Mage Roman tightly grasped Shaoke's arm, while beside them Lan Wei'er clung to her mother's arm. Shaoke could feel Mage Roman's hand trembling. But after using mental power to probe the female mage, he found nothing physically wrong, so he knew it was due to emotional reasons. The White-robed Cleric quietly held Shaoke's arm; she only wanted to leave this place quickly and return to the barracks. Only there could she feel completely safe.

"I don't know who you are, but I know that what you've done will have a very bad impact on the friendship between the Blue Feather Empire and the Yisage Empire." After seeing Mage Roman and the others return to Shaoke's side, the blond young man curled his lips, bent down to pick up the gold coin from the ground, and turned to Shaoke: "Today you used a gold coin to take my compensation. I think in the future I will use a silver coin of the Blue Feather Empire to take your life." With that, he elegantly bowed to Shaoke, then bowed to the duke, intending to leave with his two Eighth Tier Warriors.

"Imperial decree: Members of the Blizzard Legion must return to their castle. All banquet guests must leave the banquet as it has ended." The middle-aged female caster took out a golden scroll from her bosom and read in a low voice. "Envoys of the Yisage Empire, return to the embassy immediately. Public order outside is not good now; if an accident occurs, it will harm the friendship between the two countries." After reading, she rolled up the scroll and gestured for the blond youth to take it.

The young man respectfully performed the required etiquette, then took the scroll. He did not examine it immediately but again bowed to everyone present, then turned and left. The black mist again released some yellow threads to free the ordinary white-robed professionals.

Then the middle-aged caster turned her gaze to Shaoke, frowned slightly, and said: "You should use some money to compensate for the damage to this house. And I hope that no matter what you face, you should remain calm, which is a necessary quality for a high-level caster." With that, she quickly chanted a few syllables, a space door appeared behind her, and she and the black mist quickly entered it and disappeared.

What happened next was much simpler. Shaoke sincerely apologized to the duke, explained his reasons for what he had done, and then offered a large amount of gold coins, some magical materials, and several precious magical books as compensation. Of course, he did not bring up the duke's partiality again, since the duke had much more to consider than he did.

The duke did not even glance at Shaoke's compensation. Instead, he twirled his scepter and stared intently at Shaoke. Finally, he said calmly: "When you come here next time, I will definitely give you a proper reception." Then he elegantly bowed to Shaoke and signaled a servant to take the mage's compensation, as he felt there was no need to discuss anything further with this mage.

Everything ended at this point. Mage Roman and the Cleric, holding Shaoke's arms, followed some Blizzard Legion members outside. Other guests, either alone or in groups, left by carriage or horse. There was nothing here worth discussing anymore.

Just as they left the duke's manor, a few acquaintances caught up with Shaoke. "Mage Xueye, if you have time, can we sit down and talk?" Mage Roland, whom he hadn't seen for years, caught up and said urgently, because he felt he needed to have a serious talk with Shaoke. Behind him were Mage Yija and others Shaoke knew.

Shaoke glanced at Mage Roman, then shook his head and refused: "Let's talk later when there's time. I have things to do now." With that, he nodded to them and led Mage Roman and the others toward the Blizzard Legion castle. Mage Roman's mood seemed poor, so he needed to spend some time comforting her. The Cleric at his side appeared much calmer, but Shaoke could still feel her somewhat agitated heartbeat through her body.