Scepter

Part 24

The squad leader of the soldiers was not very bright and took a while to remember that the surname of the city lord was Tannis.

"Do you know the city lord, sir?" The soldiers still treated the mages with respect, naturally not daring to be as disrespectful as the two white-robed mages.

"Yes, he owes me a large sum of money," Chris said, thinking for a moment before adding, "About one or two thousand gold coins."

The squad leader was stunned. What an astronomical figure! The city lord Tannis was said to be only a third-tier viscount, yet he was so poor that he had to borrow money from mages!

"Oh, oh, then please come in with us!"

"Wait!" The white-robed mage who had spoken up before interrupted sharply. "How can you just let people in at will? What if someone among them is infected with the Black Plague?!"

The squad leader was in a dilemma. He looked at the white-robed mages and then glanced at Chris. He didn't want to offend either side and end up being the one caught in the middle.

Chris remained silent, but Feizel thought it would be difficult for the black-robed mage to persuade these two individuals with his eloquence. It was a waste of time to argue here, so he deliberately provoked them first, intending to let Chris intimidate them later. Feizel sneered, "If someone among us were infected with the Black Plague, by now you should be rotting away and no longer breathing, rushing towards us!"

The two white-robed mages first turned pale, then turned ashen. They hadn't expected a swordsman to dare challenge mages like that.

"You insolent ruffian!"

One of them acted quickly, immediately drawing his wand and aiming it at Feizel. He chanted a string of incomprehensible spells, and Feizel suddenly felt a wave of heat rushing towards him.

He hastily stepped back several steps, but before he could draw his sword from his waist, the wave of heat, with intense flames, transformed into a long, thin rope shape and coiled towards his neck.

Feizel had calculated well.

The priest stood behind him, and when the fire rope came, it would surely affect him too. Given the black-robed mage's regard for the priest, he wouldn't just stand by.

His guess proved to be correct. Just as Feizel's clothes were about to catch fire, the fire suddenly became brighter, and with a whoosh, the flames surged, almost stopping Feizel's heart with fright.

Fortunately, luck was on his side.

The fire rope had completely turned into a thick trunk-like shape, whistling past his and the priest's faces, scorching them red. Then it rolled towards the two white-robed mages.

Amidst the screams, the white robes of the two mages instantly turned into charred rags, hanging on them in tatters. Their faces, necks, and hands were all covered in burn marks, fortunately not too severe, but still quite disheveled!

The squad of soldiers watched in astonishment, completely unprepared for the sight of these two usually arrogant mages being so vulnerable!

Although Feizel didn't know the idiom "a wolf in sheep's clothing," it didn't stop him from showing that kind of demeanor now: "Gentlemen, now you know whether we're lying or not, right?"

What could the two embarrassed mages say? In the face of absolute strength, any rule could be broken. The unnamed black-robed mage in front of them was obviously more powerful than the two of them combined. Now, looking at the entire Lacerena, perhaps only Lord Mood·Van could rival him.

Thinking of this, the two had no choice but to apologize humbly: "We're very sorry for the trouble we've caused you. Please come with us into the city."