The Vastness of Magi Chapter 309 - 309 Volume 5 Lords Path 2 Half-Beastmen2

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Chapter 309: Volu 5: Lord’s Path Chapter 2: Half-Beastn_2

Food rchants and the owners of grocery stores welcod this change, as the surge in business transactions made them consider hiring more hands and getting new carriages to restock more quickly from Bruce. Almost everyone viewed these changes with welcoming eyes, seemingly forgetting the shadow cast by Demonsky Castle in the eastern suburbs. Each ti a new lord arrived, endless disasters and troubles followed, and it seems the tenure never lasted beyond three months. Would the arrival of this new lord change their fate?

At this mont, Kor had no energy to ponder the rumored curse of the demons. The pressing matter was how to lead these hundred thousand people safely to Caucasus and then ensure they earnestly survive this winter until the sumr harvest season next year. That was the biggest concern on his mind.

Compared to the harmonious cooperation of the immigrants from Myron, after their communication with Reese, the immigrants from ine City-State and Susoer City-State seed not as easy to get along with. Perhaps because of the rumors about Caucasus being remote, barren, and the terrifying legends associated with it, the immigrants from these two places were full of complaints about the migration. But with no chance to stay in the Three Kingdoms and a refusal to beco slaves to the beastn, and the chilling winds of the North enough to deter anyone, they trudged southward, albeit extrely reluctantly.

Watching the long line of families, Kor found his mood was no longer the initial excitent or irritation. What was coming would co eventually; since he had accepted the trouble, he could only grit his teeth and move forward. Maybe things weren’t as bad as he imagined. The first batch of food from Palermo had already been transported out of Duke Zellin’s granary before the team arrived. That fellow really had so skills, managing to convince Duke Zellin, who was dissatisfied with this matter, to agree to the sale and transportation of the food. The security of the regions they passed through had been resolved thanks to the joint public relations of the Internal Affairs Manager and Palermo. He could only hope that Puber, who was left behind, would bring him a pleasant surprise, without leaving too many troubles for him to solve.

Just thinking about the relentless chatter of the representatives from ine City-State and Susoer City-State about the curse of the demons gave Kor a headache. The dreadful reputation brought by Demonsky Castle seed to have spread throughout the Kingdom of Nicosia and even the Northern Alliance. After all, it was no coincidence that three consecutive lords died mysteriously not long after taking over the territory. With that and the unique geographical environnt of Caucasus, it was enough to make anyone believe this place was ominous. Perhaps the only way to dispel the fears of these anxious people was for him to move into Damarlinsk Castle and live happily and safely. However, this seed like an adventure without any certainty.

The horse-drawn carriage rattled forward on the hard-packed mud road while Reese had returned to his fellow villagers, carrying out the task given by Kor. He needed more ti to introduce the beauty and richness of Caucasus, albeit with a fair amount of embellishnt.

Kor gently closed the window, his gaze weary as he reclined his head against the padded support behind his neck. Since leaving Cyprus, it seed he had not had a mont of leisure. The carefree tis he used to enjoy with Puber and Ilot were probably gone forever. To live and to survive, people must fight for their goals, and so did these refugees outside his window. But what was his ultimate goal? To beco a competent and successful lord, or to beco the King of the Dark Magic World, as his master had ntioned?

mories of chaotic scenes kept flooding his mind. As the carriage swayed and the window shutter was closed, the interior beca sowhat dim. Kor’s eyes closed in a daze, but his hand instinctively reached into his chest, caressing the crystal stone that bore his body’s warmth.

“Where is this place?” The sky beca unusually dark, with serrated and spherical lightning intermittently revealing itself through the rolling clouds, and the faint sound of thunder seed to co from an unknown direction, sounding incredibly dull. Giant stele-like archways, devoid of any gaps, lined one side—made of so unknown material, they stood over five ters tall. The black, shiny surfaces of these steles were etched with strange, twisting characters that seed vaguely familiar, yet Kor couldn’t recall where he had seen these inscriptions before.

Tall wild grasses swayed in the howling wind, their resilient, band-like leaves twirling into the air like dancing elves before falling and rising again. In the distance, the sun dipped toward the horizon, and the cyan-gray clouds in the sky felt oppressively heavy. The dark clouds overhead had slowly amassed, as if plotting sothing sinister.

Continuous cawing from crows perched in dead trees nearby grated the ears. Behind the stele-like archways, a wide stone pathway stretched out. At the far end, Kor could see the entrance to a grand cluster of buildings that, upon scrutiny, seed unlike any architecture found across the Continent. The palatial buildings had black walls of unknown stone, and at the entrance—bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun—stood rows of large, ominous gray stone beasts, their sinister, smirking sphinx faces with glints of blue in their eyes sent shivers down one’s spine. These ancient creatures—with the faces of beautiful won, bodies of lions, and dark green eagle wings—seed to drip with remnants of blood between their teeth, perhaps from devouring those who failed to solve their riddles. Kor didn’t understand why such monstrous statues would be present at the entrance of such a majestic palace; though each had a distinct expression, they all appeared as if they had been literally petrified from the original creatures, which filled him with dread as he approached the palace.

The palace doors opened on their own, shrouded in black mist, rendering the interior indiscernible to Kor. Hesitant, he felt an inexplicable draw towards whatever lay inside, as if sothing inside beckoned him unwittingly to this spot. As Kor wavered, an imposing and chilling voice from within called out, “Enter, Guide. The wheel of fate has brought us to a collision point, and it is destined that you will inherit all that is mine.”

Like a spell, Kor found the confident voice imnsely alluring. Without even fully understanding the aning behind the words, he found his feet carrying him inside without hesitation.

The interior of the palace soared upwards, with twelve giant black stone pillars on each side supporting an arched do. To Kor’s surprise, upon looking up, the do was actually a bas-relief of a mask—none other than the seldom-worshipped mask of the dark god on the Continent, Hades—with its sinisterly smiling face.

Atop an erald nephrite throne sat a humanoid stone statue, but no—it couldn’t be called just a statue, it was more a partly petrified figure. Its twitching eyebrows and stern eyes proved that the head was indeed alive. However, upon closer inspection, one could notice that everything below the neck was a pristine white jade sculpture. Yet sohow, the two were so harmoniously and perfectly lded together that one couldn’t discern any incongruity at the seam.