Chapter 191 The Sorrow of a Low-rank Mage

This time, no one tried to stop them as they left. A carriage parked outside the tavern was forcibly requisitioned by the soldiers. Shaoke cradled the injured female mage and carried her into the carriage, and under the frantic driving of the coachman, they quickly headed toward the small castle belonging to the Blizzard Legion.

With the Blizzard Warriors clearing the roadblocks, the mages soon returned to the small castle. An elder physician and a young cleric swiftly began treating Mage Roman. At this moment, Shaoke recognized the cleric—she was the very cleric he had once encountered in the Bloody Fortress, but she was now the wife of the bald officer.

Golden light continuously flowed into Mage Roman's body as the female cleric turned the pages of her spellbook. Nearby, the elder physician examined the female mage's condition without hesitation and began preparing medicines for follow-up treatment during the cleric's healing. When the golden light completely enveloped Mage Roman, the white-robed cleric finally stopped her actions. "Mage Xueye, Mage Roman is much better now. Her meditation space hasn't suffered any damage. She just needs to rest for a while," she said, putting away her golden spellbook and beginning to meditate to recover from her recent exertion. The bald brute stood vigilant guard beside her, as if she were in danger here.

The sleazy officer stared intently at the exposed chest of Mage Roman, muttering something under his breath, but no one paid him any attention. The fifth-tier female mage leaned against a wall nearby, her face pale as she watched from a distance. She deeply regretted the suggestion she had made today, which had led to Mage Roman's injury.

"Physician, is she alright?" After the elder physician finished applying the medicine, Shaoke quickly asked for his opinion. The elder physician calmly gestured for Shaoke to tidy up Mage Roman's robe before speaking. "She only suffered minor internal injuries. She'll be fine after resting for another month or so. Hmm! But you'll need to apply the ointment for her from now on, haha!"

With this confirmation, Shaoke finally felt truly relieved. He thanked the physician profusely, but when it came to paying, the elder physician refused. After all, his job here was to treat the wounded, so he had no right to charge the mages. Before leaving, the elder physician gave a few more instructions, as he still had many matters to attend to, such as teaching the young physicians and treating the soldiers severely injured during training.

"Alright, now can you tell me exactly what happened?" The rather sleazy-looking young officer waved away the two Blizzard Warriors guarding him and began inquiring about the specifics of the incident.

Shaoke took a deep breath to calm his emotions and meticulously recounted what had happened in the tavern, then waited for the officer's opinion.

"Heavens, why didn't you mention you were from the Blizzard Legion when you went there?" The sleazy young officer exaggerated his expression, though it didn't make him look any more pleasant. "We've never spent a single gold coin there, no, not even one gold coin." He then glanced at the bald brute, as if to have his words corroborated. He wasn't disappointed—the bald brute nodded in agreement.

"Now isn't the time to discuss paying money. We need to report this to the higher-ups. I doubt the tavern owner will let anyone wreck his place without consequences," the bald officer said after a moment of thought. He then asked the sleazy officer, "Can you tell me how you happened to be there so coincidentally? Were you there seeking financial assistance again? I don't believe you were there on a mission."

"On the contrary," the sleazy officer explained with a smug expression. "We were exactly on a mission, but it's not something you're authorized to know. Haha, you'd need to reach my rank before you're cleared to know." As he spoke, he straightened his posture and shook his head rapidly, appearing somewhat crazed. Indeed, he was a mad commander, not just because of his command style but also due to his mental state.

The sleazy officer greedily stared at Mage Roman for a while longer before finally leaving the temporary resting room for the mages at the bald officer's reminder. After all, reporting such matters to higher-ups was something the bald officer didn't want to do, but the sleazy young officer was more than willing to take on the task.

The cleric had also recovered from her meditation by then. She chatted briefly with Shaoke before leaving with the bald officer. With Mage Roman's condition stabilized and someone she trusted taking care of her, the female cleric felt reassured enough to depart.

Only three mages remained in the room. Shaoke gently stroked Mage Roman's pale cheek for a moment before turning to ask the fifth-tier mage what exactly had happened in the tavern. However, the fifth-tier female mage remained silent.