The Vastness of Magi Chapter 157 - 157 12 Bait2

??Chapter 157: Chapter 12: Bait_2

Chapter 157: Chapter 12: Bait_2

Although the Whiskered man was prepared, he was still taken aback by the surge of fighting spirit and domineering presence that suddenly emanated from his Chief. It had been a long while since he had seen his Chief lose his composure like this, resembling an enraged lion, pacing back and forth in the living room with hands clasped behind his back, in an attempt to calm his sowhat uncontrollable emotions.

“Mirror of Thousand Miles? Magic-ard gun? Haha, good, very good. I thought I would never get to see these two treasures in my lifeti. It seems that the heavens favor us ‘Gray Skulls’; it is ti for us ‘Gray Skulls’ to puff out our chests and hold our heads high.” The Hunchback old man had already lost his usual gloomy and stern deanor. His beaming face made the Whiskered man even more nervous, “Chief, this is just what the other party claims. We can’t confirm it now; we have to wait half a year to know whether it’s true or false. If this guy is deceiving us, then what do we do?”

“Hmph, Tick, have you put your brain between your legs? Can he deceive us forever, if he deceives us once? When have we not been involved in matters ten tis riskier than food smuggling every single day? If this is a deception, then he had better be ready to pay a heavy price. However, at least for now, we can still afford such a price. Even if we satisfy him first, what does it matter? As long as we can get our hands on those two weapons, hehe, what is Katrina, what is Seringe? Everyone will bow down before ‘Gray Skull’. I didn’t expect to get such an opportunity when I’m already old. This is ‘Gray Skull’s’ chance; we cannot let it go.”

At that mont, the Hunchback old man seed to suddenly beco ten years younger, “Tell him we agree to his terms; we will help him solve the food problem. Isn’t there still one of our secret bases to the south of Odessa? Let him secretly transport the purchased food there, and we can help him send it back to Mattdam. But, at the latest six months from now, I want to see the Mirror of Thousand Miles or the Magic-ard gun!”

Kudan’s report finally allowed Kor to breathe a sigh of relief. The rest of the work should be left to Palermo and Caffrey to handle.

Putting all the eggs in one basket has never been Kor’s style. Though Kor believes that at this point, Palermo would not have any conflict of interest with him, and trusts that Palermo naturally has his unique thods to handle transporting the food to Odessa, he still needed to be wary of Philip, who had been paying close attention to Palermo’s movents.

After all, it was his territory, and Caffrey was relatively much more reliable. The low-key Barefoot Society rchants could use a tight organizational network to transport the food purchased from various places in batches. This way, the target would be much smaller, and many other risks could be avoided.

“Boss, that sloppy fellow has been loitering outside the castle for more than two hours. If you hadn’t told

his real identity, I would have thought no other than a vagabond fits his attire, and I cannot fathom what else he could do for a living.”

Puber gazed longingly at the tramp who had returned to the front door of the castle, heaving a sigh.

In these two years, the world had been on the decline, and even such sneaky characters, apparently out for a free al and drink, could be called mysterious Mages. Puber wondered whether the reputation of Mages was becoming more devalued or if Mages were inherently composed of such eccentric and bizarre individuals.

“Puber, do not judge a book by its cover, nor asure the ocean’s depth with a bucket. This fellow might bring us a surprise; back in Gutenberg, his eye for detail both pained my heart imnsely and helped

a great deal.” A faint smile ford at the corners of his mouth as Kor crossed his arms leisurely, watching intently the visitor who continued to search for sothing in front of the castle’s Door.

“Alas, the Essence Magic Ring, one of the Seven Spirit Rings passed down by the Goddess of Nature. Such a divine treasure, yet Boss, you just gave it away to a woman you t for the first ti. Are you being a bit too partial? I have followed you through fire and water, in wind and in rain, yet it seems you have never given

even half a Gold Shield,”

Puber’s lant, which resembled the wailing of a nagging wife, was less a complaint about Kor’s unfairness and more a reflection of his sorrow that such a priceless treasure had ended up in the hands of another. The Boss who squandered resources was already generous enough to let him carry a Gold Shield.

“Hehe, Puber, don’t dwell on these things of the past. Many matters are only understood in hindsight. Besides, that ring would probably have been like casting pearls before swine in our hands, for without the right opportunity to display it, we would have never truly known its real identity,”

Regarding Puber’s grievances, Kor had developed a thick skin, but upon reflection, he did feel a twinge of pain. Such an artifact capable of causing a stir in the magical realm had slipped through his fingers, and deep down he couldn’t help but feel it was a waste. However, things had happened, and there was no point in pining over it any longer.

“Well, that is true. But Boss, we did gain sothing. First, you have at least left a good impression in Princess Vero’s heart, laying the groundwork for your next amorous strategy. Second, without that Spiritual Ring, this fellow wouldn’t have traveled thousands of miles to seek us out. If we can keep this guy in the palm of our hand, and if he does possess the abilities you ntioned, Boss, then the Essence Spirit Ring wouldn’t have been wasted,” Puber said. He was always calculating the pros and cons of every situation, which made Kor admire that Phoenix Elite Academy truly deserved its reputation as a cradle for officials. Puber’s ability to spend two years there was indeed his good fortune.

Without a word, Kor simply shrugged. He didn’t know the real purpose of this fellow’s presence, but upon leaving Gutenberg, he had felt sothing extraordinary about the person before him. There was a certain affinity with himself that Kor could not articulate, yet he could sense it—a kinship of spirits.

Rebry had been circling outside the castle for half a day, observing the land and weather. Indeed, situated upon the Eye of Darkness, he could clearly feel waves of frenzied shouting emanating from deep beneath the castle. These were a group of brazen and wildly defiant beings. He also sensed a shadowy figure flitting among them, elusive to the eye. He was unsure how this figure had co to exist here and how it could taunt him so freely with its challenges, defying the natural laws upheld by the Holy Light of the heavenly realm and allowing these wronged souls to persist. Could it be that the Eye of Darkness really possessed the power to resist the principles of the heavenly realm?

No wonder every Lord of the Caucasus who moved in t with a tragic end. Even Rebry wasn’t sure if he could subdue the wandering spirits within the castle.

Wandering in the wilderness outside the castle, there were no inhabitants within a kiloter radius—not because of fear, as the terrifying reputation of Damarlinsk Castle only affected the Lords and adventurers seeking treasure within. Compared to the general populace, its infamy was not as pronounced; at least, over the years, no ordinary citizens were known to have been affected by it.

“Kid, it seems your castle is truly a wondrous place. The legendary Eye of Darkness, The Land of Demon’s Curse, heh heh, I wonder what it feels like to lie within. I’m eager to experience it for myself,”

Seeing the genuine anticipation in the other’s eyes, Kor wondered if the man was out of his senses, talking so ecstatically about it. The Eye of Darkness, The Land of Demon’s Curse—any sane person should perceive the ominousness of these nas, but the man before him seed to regard it as a sort of paradise.