Chapter 26: Helpless
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“You sure?” Old rlin placed a foot on the step. Cromwell lay not far from where he stood, but Old rlin did not even look at him. He pointed his green staff at Gerian, the huge magical crystal that was embedded at the tip of the staff emitting a misty green fla.
The violent magic wave seed to bring along a gust of strong wind outside the Erald Tower. Dust and scraps of paper on the ground were picked up and swirled like little dancers in the sky.
A compelling aura was felt from Old rlin. It was different from the confrontation with Lin Li earlier on; this ti, the aura was even more violent and powerful.
Only then did Lin Li know how lucky he was as he felt the power contained in the aura. If Old rlin had not suppressed him with his ntal strength and attacked directly instead, Lin Li would probably have ended up lying flat on the steps long before Gerian ca to his rescue.
It was totally two different worlds for a level-eight mage and a level-fifteen archmage.
Old rlin was wrong for choosing a field Lin Li was best at. That was an abnormal ntal strength that even a legendary mage would be jealous of.
But even in this field, Old rlin, with his understanding of the rules, had won without a doubt.
Lin Li stood watching Old rlin from afar. He could only see one word from him: difference.
As Old rlin walked up the steps, Gerian tightened his grip on the staff.
A powerful aura—as powerful as that of Old rlin—radiated from Gerian.
His body, originally overstuffed, was as imposing as a mountain in that instant.
It would only take a mont for two of the most powerful mages in Jarrosus to collide with a dazzling spark.
“You had long wanted to teach a lesson after putting up with for so many years, right?” Gerian’s manner was as calm as before even in the midst of imnse pressure.
“Cut the crap, Gerian!”
Old rlin’s expression was firm, but in his heart, he let out a sigh.
If Cromwell hadn’t failed him, he wouldn’t have challenged Gerian, who was an archmage just like him, with no assurance of winning.
Those 30 bottles of Arcane Magic Potion were important, but what Old rlin was more interested in was the Guild of Magic that had its own pharmacist. After all, a starving cal was still bigger than a horse. The Guild of Magic, which had been down and out for decades, could still stand against the rlin Family in Jarrosus City. How would it look if they were to have a pharmacist of their own?
For an archmage like Old rlin, he had sent Cromwell to convey their good intentions, and had even presented four level-fourteen spells that had been in their family hoard.
Apart from the 30 bottles of Arcane Magic Potion, what he had wanted to do more was to repair the relationship with the Guild of Magic.
How could Old rlin not see with that wisdom of his that the Guild of Magic with its own pharmacist would eventually unify the whole Jarrosus City? Of the many forces in Jarrosus City, the Guild of Magic would definitely be dominating all in the future.
Since the rise of the Guild of Magic was sothing that couldn’t be stopped, Old rlin thought it wise to extend a friendly hand to them before it happened.
Besides, Old rlin had been doing it well for the past 20 years. He had not had any conflict with the Guild of Magic, and had even materialized so business dealings with them. Old rlin believed that as long as he was sincere, Gerian, judging by his character, would have made the sa wise choice as he did.
Therefore, he had sent Cromwell with four level-fourteen spells.
But this rascal had ruined everything.
Just two days ago, he had even sworn to him that the young mage nad Felic was rely at a level five or six, and had just joined the Guild of Magic for no more than ten days.
At the thought of this, Old rlin was so angry he felt his lungs were about to explode.
Just look at how he had perford, unleashing a level-two Waterfall Strike in an instant. How was that the strength of a level five or six mage? This was probably the general standard of most Magic Shooters...
And look at Kevin’s expression standing before him. He was Gerian’s nephew, and undoubtedly the second-in-command in the Guild of Magic. Yet he had to do things as he pleased, how could he be an insignificant character?
But it was too late for anything. In fact, even Old rlin had not imagined this young mage Felic would be so ruthless. There were no greetings or negotiation, only a direct Waterfall Strike with the lift of his hand.
The Waterfall Strike had shattered not just the pride Cromwell had held for over 20 years, it had also shattered the plans that Old rlin had before.
The instant Cromwell was swept out of the Erald Tower, Old rlin knew everything was over. The rlin Family had lost all in the competition for the Arcane Magic Potion, and it had also completely blocked the path to restoring its friendship with the Guild of Magic.
No one would choose an ally who harbored resentnt—even if it was only the ally’s son who harbored the said resentnt.
... Unless Old rlin was willing to disown Cromwell and choose another successor.
But everyone knew it was impossible. Old rlin had only one son, and Cromwell was his only choice.
Old rlin had only one choice at the mont—to defeat Gerian!
Gerian and he had always been two of the most powerful mages in Jarrosus City. It was only by defeating him that he could establish himself as the number one mage in Jarrosus, and allow the rlin Family to tide through the future crises peacefully.
Before the absolute power of the number one mage, the mage families that had been waiting for their chance would most likely remain well-behaved for a period of ti.
At the sa ti, Gerian’s defeat would also silence the Guild of Magic for a long while. They would have to gather their strength again and wait for the next opportunity to rise.
The ti might not be long, but it would be sufficient for the rlin Family in their preparations...
For Old rlin, this would be the best outco for this whole event.
But, if possible, he wished he would not have to go that far.
After becoming an archmage, there were many things that often did not have to be seen with the eyes. Just by feeling, Old rlin was sure that Gerian’s power would not be any weaker than his own. The winner of the battle between the archmages would probably have to be decided by luck.
Old rlin would never do anything uncertain in his life. He had never given everything to luck, like what he was doing now.
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