Chapter 572: Chapter 570 Divine Crow Church
Around the sa ti.
In the night sky, the bright moon was hanging high, illuminating the earth brightly.
“Clip-clop, clip-clop…”
The urgent sound of horse hooves rang out as three people were seen galloping on horses from a distance, approaching a valley. The riders were Macbeth, Nancy, and Green, with Macbeth leading the way, and Nancy and Green following to his left and right.
The grass and trees around them gently swayed, and the dust raised hung in the moonlight like mist, creating a rather picturesque scene.
Suddenly, Macbeth who was riding in front shouted, “Stop,” and sharply pulled on the reins, causing the horse’s forelegs to leap high, then forcefully land, carving two deep indentations into the ground, abruptly halting forward movent.
Nancy and Gro didn’t know what was happening, but seeing Macbeth stop, they imdiately pulled their reins as well.
Gro’s eyes flickered with confusion, about to ask aloud, when Nancy preempted him, “Master Macbeth, what’s the matter? Weren’t we heading to the valley to find the mbers of the Divine Crow Church? Why have we stopped?”
“Yeah, we haven’t arrived yet, have we?” Gro added.
Clad in white, Macbeth, sitting on his horse, glanced around at the surrounding vegetation and spoke softly, “Indeed, we haven’t arrived. However, we no longer need to search for them in the valley—they have already co out to et us.”
“Huh?” Gro was slightly stunned, struggling to grasp the situation.
Hearing this, Nancy imdiately tightened her grip on the Longsword hanging by her side.
Macbeth shouted loudly toward the surroundings, “All right, mbers of the Divine Crow Church, co out. There’s no point in hiding anymore.”
After Macbeth spoke, a whistling sound “swoosh” was heard, and suddenly, people burst forth from all directions, easily a hundred in number, watching Macbeth and his companions with an unfriendly gaze.
Gro, after seeing this, reflexively tensed, his face paled. But he quickly regained his composure, gripping his Longsword at his waist like Nancy, ready to fight at any mont.
On the other hand, Nancy, surveying the newcors, showed no significant change in expression. Her eyes glanced over several teenagers who were only First-level Wizard Apprentices or even uninitiated Apprentices with slight contempt. But upon seeing several Wizards in Black Robes, her expression turned more somber.
Macbeth’s expression remained unchanged, his pale face betraying no emotion. He glanced at a few Wizards in Black Robes and took the initiative to greet them warmly, “mbers of the Divine Crow Church, hello, I believe this is our first eting. Shall we introduce ourselves?”
“No small talk,” the Wizards in Black Robes responded harshly to Macbeth, their attitude hostile, even showing slight animosity. The tall, thin one in the middle snarled at Macbeth, “Don’t talk nonsense. I only want to ask you one thing—are you people from White Stone Tower?”
“Yes.”
“Then, what are you here for?”
“Uh, that would be the second thing, wouldn’t it? Didn’t you say you’d only ask one thing?”
“You!” The tall thin Wizard was montarily lost for words, slightly irritated, “Will you just tell or not!”
“I will, of course,” Macbeth said. “Actually, our purpose here is quite simple—that is to talk about a matter with you, and if possible, to cooperate.”
“Cooperate?” The tall thin Wizard snorted coldly, “You probably want to hide behind cooperation to probe our strength. After figuring out our seclusion, tell your comrades and capture us all at once, successfully taking over our territory.
Hmph, people of White Stone Tower, don’t think we don’t know what you’re up to. Your White Stone City was ruined, and now you co to us, trying to wrest control of our place, right?!”
Hearing this, both Nancy and Gro felt sowhat angry.
Yet Macbeth remained calm, looking at the tall thin Wizard with a steady gaze and even a hint of a smile, speaking gently, “If I really wanted to take your place, why would I bring people along, and why would I inform my companions? Would one person not be enough?”
“Hmm?” The tall thin Wizard was taken aback, and the next mont, he and the people beside him looked towards Macbeth, their expressions suddenly changing.
They felt a powerful aura bursting forth from Macbeth’s body, climbing progressively, first reaching First-level Wizard Peak, then breaking through the Peak to reach Second-level Wizard.
Second-level Low-rank Wizard!
Second-level Middle Stage Wizard!
Second-level High-rank Wizard!
Second-level Wizard Peak!
At last, the powerful aura almost solidified, enveloping everything, leaving them completely devoid of any will to resist.
This!
The tall and thin Wizard was shocked; the next mont, he felt the powerful aura from Macbeth suddenly retract like a whale drawing in water, disappearing without a trace in an instant, leaving him unsure of what to say.
Macbeth spoke up, his voice sowhat constricted as he asked the tall and thin Wizard, “So, do you really want to fight after all?”
“I…I…” the tall and thin Wizard stamred.
“Hei’er!” Just then, an elderly voice called from behind, “You all step back.”
“Divine Crow Master!” Upon hearing this, the tall and thin Wizard and those around him imdiately turned to look behind them and saw a gaunt old man with a wooden staff more than a ter long, stepping forward, and it was indeed the leader of the Divine Crow Church.
Seeing the old man approaching, everyone quickly stepped aside to let the old man get close to Macbeth.
Macbeth, together with Gro and Nancy, dismounted their horses. Macbeth looked at the old man and said softly, “Divine Crow Master, I am Macbeth of White Stone Tower. We finally et—I’ve heard your na many tis.”
“Ah, re empty titles, I don’t deserve them, don’t deserve them. If possible, just call Koso.”
“May I?”
“Of course, you may,” the elderly man said. “By the way, you ntioned you had matters to discuss with us?”
“Yes,” Macbeth nodded.
“Can you elaborate on what it’s about?”
“Of course. It relates to the power that destroyed our White Stone Tower. We suspect that destroying our White Stone Tower was only the beginning; it’s possible they might destroy other Wizard Organizations as well, perhaps even all the Wizard Organizations.”
“This…” Koso, the old man, furrowed his eyebrows, looking sowhat skeptical since what Macbeth had said was sowhat far-fetched, but he didn’t show too much doubt. He looked at Macbeth and said, “We could indeed have a discussion about this. By the way, you must not have eaten yet; I have set up a dinner in the valley. We can talk while eating.”
“Do you have orange jam?” Macbeth asked.
“Hmm?” The old man was montarily baffled, “What orange jam?”
“Well, the kind where oranges are peeled, cooked, and then seasoned with salt and spices. It’s quite delicious.”
“Er—” the old man elongated his tone, rarely showing an uncomposed expression, and chuckled twice in response to Macbeth, “That is sothing I’ve truly never heard of, as we don’t grow oranges here…”
“So, you don’t have it then?”
“Er, no.”
“Then let’s skip the dinner and just talk business. Business is urgent, and after we’re done, we need to hurry on to the next Wizard Organization.”
“Er, alright then,” the old man said, making a gesture for Macbeth to proceed, “Please.”
Imdiately Macbeth, Gro, and Nancy followed the old man towards the valley.
Gro and Nancy walked behind; Gro couldn’t help but quietly ask Nancy, “Say, do you think if they actually had orange jam here, would Teacher Macbeth stay?”
Nancy gave Gro a sowhat disdainful look and said, “What do you think? Hmph, for Teacher Macbeth, serious matters have always been the priority.”
“Really?”
“But if serious matters clashed with orange jam, then what I said earlier would be aningless.”
Gro: “…” Why must you always be so mysterious?!
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