The Sanctums transfer zone was also known as the warti transfer zone. Though it sounded majestic, it was just an old warehouse. No one knew which Magister had coined the na. The warehouse had a ceiling height of twenty tres and a width of two hundred tres; larger than the training fields of Princeton Academy.
tal cages were stacked high and arranged in neat rows. Behind its heavy layers of enchantnts and sturdy bars were a diverse variety of imprisoned major monsters and lifeforms from alien planes.
Harris! Wheres the three-headed wolf that's stated in the records? questioned a female Lehrling with long, raven-black hair. Her eyes never once left the crystal ball in her palm. The wall of text reflected on the crystals surface appeared to be the aforentioned records.
Let take a look. The tall caster beside her lifted his magic crystal ball and studied the sa information. Harris scrolled through the record with a few casual swipes. Ah, found it! He grinned at the discovery but it quickly turned as he read on. It says that the three-headed wolf had been brought away by Relick, a level-one Magister yesterday afternoon.
Huh? The female Lehrling raised a brow. Did Magister Relick submit an application for that? Or did he buy it directly from the Sanctum?
Of course not, answered Harris with a bitter smile.
This is the sixth ti this month. Once the higher-ups catch wind of this, well be the ones punished! Her anger was livid.
But what can we even do about it? Were just Lehrlings! How are we supposed to stop Magisters? Harris sighed heavily.
You know what, jot that down and Ill report this to our ntor! The female caster insisted.
Okay. Harris recorded the three-headed wolfs whereabouts in his crystal ball.
Most of the slave army sent over by the magic organizations of the west coast were transported directly to the spatial fortress outside the plane. anwhile, the Sanctum acted as a transit point for so before they were sent to the spatial fortress with the next batch. Their overwhelming numbers had made them easy targets for the Magisters ddling. Often, the creatures would be missing a horn or spotting a new limp; the most severe cases were similar to what happened with level-one Magister Relick and the three-headed wolf.
Here it is, Locke! A Lehrling with his protruding tummy led a fully-armoured Knecht into the transfer zone.
rlin, can you please slow down? Locke was in disbelief. rlin was a hefty fellow so how was his pace so fast?
I have an experint with my ntor scheduled for this afternoon. I cant afford to slow down! rlin glared at Locke and went straight into the warehouse. Plus, Im not done reading my copy of Ten Laws of Alchemy. I wouldve ignored you completely if you werent a fellow Missian. rlins limbs were extrely agile and he still had breath left to nag. Unfortunately, his nagging fell on deaf ears.
The grey-cloaked Magister was nowhere to be found since he assigned Locke the job yesterday. If Locke hadnt t rlin right after he was done helping Angelina and Daenie settle down, he would still be lost.
rlins eyelids seed heavy, presumably the aftermath of constant all-nighters. His usual gaze could only be described as unnerving. Despite that, Locke found that he wasnt all that bad after a few exchanges. While rlin was an honest person, it only made him an easy target to take advantage of. The Lehrling had spent his years here at the bottom of the hierarchy; it was obvious from the way the orientation leader casually handed off the toughest job to rlin. While everyone else enjoyed the Sanctums paynt of five energy crystals, rlin could only consider himself lucky enough to receive a single crystal.
'Goods' ca and went from the warehouse often. The warehouse doors were wide open as the casters regarded slaves as nothing more than rchandise. In fact, they were just another resource for an upcoming war.
The countless stacked cages in the spacious transfer zone contained one or several creatures of the sa kind. The despair in their dull eyes was apparent. At least 20,000 slaves were held here; the capacity of the floating ships basent was nowhere comparable to this. Despite the huge number, the eerie silence was a major surprise. Not one made a sound. They rarely showed hostile behaviour.
You better not touch those cages, rlin, who was leading the way, reminded. If you remove the silencing or restraint enchantnts by accident, well all be in trouble! Though his words were unfiltered and sharp, Locke found warmth in we; the Lehrling had regarded him as one of them.
They weaved through rows of stacked containers and Locke studied the diverse array of enslaved creatures inside in awe. They had been walking for a while now.
Wow, there are a lot of casters in here! exclaid Locke. They had co across at least eighty casters along their way and even found two teams of a dozen mbers running their tasks.
Nonsense. Cant you see the number of major monsters and aliens in here? rlin huffed in irritation. While he was cowardly in front of the other seniors, he was very direct with Locke, who he had only known for less than two days. Lockes Knecht status didnt amount to much in the casters eyes and rlin could sense that he had nothing against him.
Ah, over there! rlin pointed at a huge isolated pile of containers where two casters with crystal balls could be seen. He led Locke over and introduced, Hey, Im rlin and Im showing this guy around.
The female caster rlin greeted had long and straight raven locks. While Locke found her face to be average looking, her silky hair greatly boosted her elegance.
Nice to et you, Im Molly! The female caster was caught by surprise at their sudden appearance. The Sanctum wasnt a small place with a tight-knit community hence it was only natural for rlin and Molly to be strangers. Unless they had co during the sa batch, the high-rank Lehrling Molly wouldnt co to know the beginner-rank rlin.
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