Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 76: You're Nothing Special

Chapter 76: You're Nothing Special

The barbarian Beelzebub ultimately remained in place.

It wasn't just because of the disciplined soldiers, but because the elder shaman Tana had told him before they came: unless faced with a deadly threat, he must hold back.

Before he could react, the soldiers at the gate had already begun organizing everyone into lines.

"If you could help us with the records, we need to register each person," said Old John with a smile, eyeing the towering barbarian before gesturing toward the queue.

Beelzebub hesitated, staring at Old John. What surprised him was that there was no familiar hostility—only a hint of delight.

It was all too strange.

Old John, ever the familiar presence, pointed to the line of cart drivers and adventurers, explaining as if it were only natural:

"Do you see them? Whether they're cart drivers, wanderers, adventurers, or even former kobolds, they won't face unexpected danger as long as they follow the rules of the territory."

Beelzebub observed the soldiers, noting that unlike those he'd encountered before, they weren't trying to exploit people under the guise of searches or inspections.

Every person, including adventurers, had their weapons collected and were handed a slip of paper.

"Weapons are registered and stored with the corresponding numbered tag. When you leave the village, you'll get your weapon back. This is to ensure no violent incidents occur within the village."

The strict weapon control measures went far beyond Beelzebub's imagination.

Even the typically arrogant adventurers, as if they'd been informed beforehand, obediently handed over their weapons without a hint of defiance.

It was all so peculiar.

Although Beelzebub found the situation strange, he began to relax.

Despite Bay Village's oddities, at least there didn't seem to be any immediate danger. With his expectations set low, Beelzebub wasn't asking for much.

While everyone lined up to enter the village, the anxious Adam Smith made his way into the lord's estate, which looked the same as before, entirely unchanged from Bay Village.

Behind him, the elder shaman Tana, her face filled with complex emotions, stared at Yaya, who descended from the sky, whispering in disbelief:

"A dragon!"

Yaya landed precisely on Matthew's shoulder.

She stretched lazily, revealing her graceful form and increasingly radiant silver body.

Though small, her wings and claws were sharp and fully developed.

Shaman Tana gazed at this near-perfect creature, and terrifying images flashed through her mind as she lowered her head slightly.

Stroking Yaya's smooth back, Matthew scanned Shaman Tana's stats, smiling slightly as he said:

"It seems your battle with the Eastern Empire was quite intense."

His words left everyone else confused, not understanding what Matthew meant.

Only Shaman Tana looked at Matthew's dark eyes in shock, asking fearfully:

"How do you know...?"

Name: Tana.

Age: 112.

Class: Level 12 High Shaman, Master Breeder.