The Vastness of Magi Chapter 274 - 274 15 Harvest Season

??Chapter 274: Chapter 15: Harvest Season

Chapter 274: Chapter 15: Harvest Season

Dragumo, anxious and restless, sat outside the spacious study of Kor in the Lord’s Mansion, waiting to be received. This was already his fourth visit in the past two months to see the baron, but unfortunately, his lordship’s interest in Leon seed to grow ever fainter. The ti spent conversing with him also grew increasingly brief, with tones of impatience creeping into the dialogue. Last ti they spoke, there even seed to be an insinuation that the collaborative relationship between Leon and the Caucasus might very well be over, which made Dragumo even more uneasy.

Dragumo had gleaned so insider knowledge through the veiled words of his compatriot Maha Gummi. It appeared that the patron behind the Lord, the Central Kingdom of Nicosia, was not quite satisfied with the current situation. Believing that the kingdom had taken on a great deal of pressure to supply Leon with a significant amount of food and resources, yet Leon’s rebel forces seed unable to pose any further threat to Hor after their victory. Now, facing the massive threat from the beastn, the already strapped central kingdom seed intent on cutting off support for Leon—aning a cessation of food and resource trade, which would be a bolt from the blue for Leon.

But it really wasn’t their own side’s fault. Those damned Hor People had burnt down the floating bridge, severing the only passage over the Nissai River. Even if their side desired to advance into Hor, the vast expanse of the Nissai River was enough to dispel anyone of such foolish thoughts. Without a bridge, the river beca an unbridgeable chasm. It was unfortunate that Leon had an abundance of miners and brave warriors, but no craftsn skilled in bridge-building. Everyone could only sigh in despair when facing the river. On the other side, Bruce Fortress seed to be constructing a new floating bridge, but a re mont’s thought revealed that if Hor was brave enough to build it, they must have a way to control it. Otherwise, that would be akin to inviting a wolf into the den. What’s more, judging by their progress, it would take months to complete. So, what should their own side do now?

All hope was placed on the Caucasus. Along the way, the wheat fields beside the road hinted at an impending bountiful harvest in the Caucasus, and although most of this land was newly cultivated and would not yield a high volu of grain, this vision of abundance still sparked a glimr of hope in Dragumo. If the Lord could persuade the locals to save a bit more and import so food through Mattdam Port, perhaps Leon could endure a few more months.

At that thought, Dragumo couldn’t help but heave a sigh. With resources dwindling, much of what could be sold from the nobility’s confiscated property had already been liquidated, yet the daily consumption of food showed no signs of decreasing. Despite drastic reductions in soldiers and food supply restrictions within his controlled area, they were still running out of food every few days, with so regions even being in worse shape. More and more people began to long for the life of the mines—though hard, at least there was enough black bread to fill their bellies. The ergence of such sentints alerted Dragumo to an impending crisis. If no asures were taken, the half-beastman slaves who had only just gained their freedom might soon volunteer to have the mortal nobility rule over Leon once again, fearing that leaders like himself would soon beco corpses hanging outside the noble manors.

Now, his only hope lay with the Caucasus. If the baron did not lend him a hand, Dragumo did not know what he would do. He truly could not think of any solution to the current predicant, and it was only at this mont that he realized how na??ve his past imaginings of a lord’s luxurious life had been. He had no idea how the noble lords solved such issues; perhaps his mind was simply not cut out for contemplating such complex problems.

Finally, the baron’s guests from the study erged—it looked like two knights. Dragumo’s sharp eyes scanned the knights. These knights, who seed a notch above everyone else, always carried an air of arrogance, remaining haughty even when stepping out of the baron’s room. The baron’s deanor, on the other hand, was very composed, with a trace of a smile, and despite the knights not looking very pleased, the baron courteously ushered them to the door.

The Green Knight and Knight Jep stepped out of the opponent’s lavish study with faces full of chagrin. Not surprisingly, it was yet another unpleasant conversation. In Jep’s opinion, they should never have made this trip. Doing things their own way would have sufficed—there was no need for anyone’s approval. A re baron, the so-called Lord of the Caucasus, had no right to ddle or even dare to interfere with the actions of the knights of the Thunderhorse Knight Group under the mighty Bright Holy Teaching. Yet Green still made a courtesy call to the master of this land because he understood that the Caucasus now was different from ten months ago. Back then, if soone suggested visiting the local lord before acting, he would have laughed it off. However, a lot had changed over ten months, and this once barren land had undergone fundantal transformations, all because it now had this Lord.

Jep was too young and impulsive, many tis impulse lead to irreparable mistakes, these were the original words with which the baron had warned him through magic transmission, which felt both like a warning and a threat. Besides trying to stay calm, Green couldn’t help but feel a sense of worry deep inside.

Before leaving, he glanced one last ti at the Lord’s Mansion door that seed sowhat oppressive. The dark doorway, like the gaping maw of a ferocious beast, always gave off an eerie feeling. Green did not understand why this Lord enjoyed such tastes. He could feel the setting of nurous magical traps and magic barriers within the mansion, and it seed that most were of the ice-cold or fire magic variety, both highly offensive. He thought this did not seem like the kind of person the Lord was, wondering what had prompted him to choose these particular magic settings.

Instructions from Pericles seed to always be sowhat unpleasant news. Captain Kent seed to have lost interest in their mission as well, but the Archbishop appeared to be very persistent, showing signs of wanting Jep and himself to stay in the Caucasus for a long ti, especially him. Captain Kent detailed in the magic letter the events of this period. The death of Magician Malone seed to be connected with this Lord, and now even Sanctuary Guardian Miss Galian had disappeared, reportedly imprisoned sowhere on the Continent by a Dark Mage. This was simply shocking; even the Archbishop could not deduce the exact location of the imprisonnt, which gave so idea of the Dark Mage’s formidable power. Captain Kent sent him this news—could it an he suspected this Dark Mage was hiding in the Caucasus?

As for such a thought, it was only a fleeting idea in his mind. Other than the Hidden Ones of the Great Mysterium Sect, Green could not imagine anyone else on the Continent who could be considered a strong Dark Power by Captain Kent, or even the Archbishop. Perhaps there were so, but Green had not heard of them. Even if this baron truly was a Dark Mage, Green did not believe he possessed the strength of a true powerhouse, a title not just anyone could claim. However, the dark aura in the Caucasus did seem to be growing thicker. He had an intuition that aside from the frequent appearances of the Great Mysterium Sect in the region, it might also be related to so friends of the Lord, and even Damarlinsk Castle seed quite suspicious, although the baron’s residence seed to have conquered many eyes. Unfortunately, the instructions from Pericles were only to observe and endure, nothing more interesting than that.

As Green stepped out of the door, his thoughts returned to the encounter with the half-beastman in the hall. Even though there were many half-beastn in the Caucasus, and most of the baron’s Guard consisted of half-beastn soldiers, Green was certain that the one he encountered was not from the usual half-beastn of the region. That fellow was filled with a wild and fierce temperant, like a barbarian who had just erged from deep mountains and wild lands, distinctly different from the common half-beastn of the Caucasus. Even among Kor’s fearso half-beastman Guards, none had the presence of that individual, who more resembled a thug, a thug bent on destruction. Where did this individual co from, and what connection might he have with the Lord? An unsettling question slowly rose in Green’s mind.

Dragumo was completely unaware that the wildness and hostility inadvertently expressed in his irritability had caught the attention of others. At that mont, he was striving to control his emotions, trying to behave more civilly and politely before the baron.

“Mr. Dragumo, I apologize for making you wait. Please, have a seat. I’ve had visitors just now, and I’m extrely sorry for the inconvenience,” Kor maintained that formulaic smile which could give off a hint of warmth to new visitors, but for a regular like Dragumo, who had grown weary of it, that smile often led to disappointnt. This ti, however, Dragumo was resolved to obtain a satisfactory solution. He had no thought of opposing the Caucasus Lord because of the Lord’s outstanding performance which had always been intimidating, reminding Dragumo of a divine presence in battle. He felt these mortal mages’ thods were beyond his understanding, and believed seeking the Lord’s support was the proper course.

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