Chapter 268
Chapter 268 Departure
A small library was behind the door of light.
The entire place was no bigger than twenty to thirty square meters. There was a row of wooden shelves by the wall. Books were scattered across the shelves. Weak and pale light glowed on the surface of each and every book. It seemed that they were protected by some sort of magic.
There were very few adepts in the library as well. Only two adepts stood by the shelves, silently flipping through the pages of their books.
“Did you just arrive? To avoid any trouble, it’s best that you wear your organization emblem on your chest!” An elderly adept sitting at a desk by the entrance put down the book he was reading. He frowned as he advised Greem.
It seems even a public territory would run some background checks on wandering adepts!
Adepts like the Two-face Adept were wanted criminals for the Zhentarim Association. Ordinary public territory would probably be restricted from access for such adepts.
Greem took the silver crescent moon emblem of the Sarubo Clan out of his storage and pinned it on his chest. The elderly adept responsible for watching over the place was stunned for a second before speaking, “You are from the Sarubo Clan? I don’t recognize you! Could you be the Flame Demon people have been talking about recently?”
Thus the passengers, adepts, and the nobles started to board the ship. They stood by the railing of the ship and waved at the people below it.
Shouts and sounds of crying rang out from the field below the ship as relatives said their farewells.
Soon, the energy flux emanating from the array at the bottom of the ship intensified. The ship trembled as it was wrapped in a thick layer of wind particles before slowly taking off from the ground.
Far away in a wooden hut, two adepts gazed at the ship as it gradually rose into the clouds. Their eyes were filled with hatred and anger, as well as an intense frustration and resentment.
“Sir, are we letting him leave just like that?” A middle-aged adept with sharp features spat resentfully.
“What else can we do but let him leave?” The other adept was the head of the Black Glove Association- Green Dwarf Pyro, “This is Motta City. It is not a place where we can do whatever we like! That old fogey has already warned me. If I dare to kill any visiting adepts within Motta City, they will deny shelter to all of us! Then the toxic loaches of the Sarubos would probably be waiting to swallow us whole!”
“This Flame Demon fellow is pretty alert as well. He hid within the inn for the entire time he was here. All of the plans we had made for him ended up useless. Was he tipped off by someone?” The thin adept with sharp facial features was still resentful over the entire incident.
“I already know who! It’s probably the fault of those old fogeys again. They secretly warned the brat!” A vicious light gleamed within Pyro’s eyes.
“Sir, you should be more cautious within the Association as well!” The thin adept hesitated for a moment, “I heard… “
“What?”
“I heard some organizations have already made contact with Fernand and Valier!”
Pyro was shocked for a moment.
He had spent over two hundred years to gather this group of six First Grade adepts. It was already heartbreaking to have lost the most powerful, McThran. If the remaining adepts were drawn away during this time of turmoil for the Association, how was he to accomplish his dream of a Pyro Clan?
“What have you heard? Tell me all about it. Quick… “
The two adepts started to converse quietly within the shelter of the wooden hut.
Greem, ignorant to all of this happening, was standing by the edge of the ship. He silently looked down upon the scenery below him.
The higher the flying ship flew, the smaller everything on the ground appeared to be.
Even the lofty adepts’ tower seemed to be slimmer and smaller, like a thick cigar placed on the top of a huge cake.
Looking from above, the territory of Motta City looked like a mix of gray-white ground and structures of every color. The surroundings of the city was filled with vast stretches of golden wheat fields and rectangular human towns. If one were to look even further into the distance, one could see the mountainous forest and the gray paths winding through the trees.
The roads that the humans had paved through the forest twisted and turned. Some slimmer and more narrow paths occasionally branched off the main road. From a distance, the gray-white paths looked like blood vessels spreading across the green forest.
The surrounding temperature had clearly dropped as the flying ship continued to rise in altitude. The chilly winds blew across the deck, causing everyone to shiver in cold.
This tiny problem was clearly not of an issue to a certain adept. A layer of pale red light surfaced on his body, and Greem was warm once again.
Ever since he picked fire mastery, all of the other elementium particles had basically started to distance themselves from Greem. This meant that it was much harder for Greem to cast spells of other elements with his own strength. He was committed to the path of fire manipulation!
Thankfully, there was still such a thing as a magical wand in this world. A magical wand enchanted with the Spell of Watercraft could prevent Greem from dying of thirst in a desert. A magical wand enchanted with Fly could prevent him from falling to his death.
If these options were unavailable, he still had golems of various elements and forms stored within his storage belts. All of these could be used for various purposes.
Greem was never concerned about his safety, even if he was high above in the skies a thousand meters above the ground.
He quickly got used to the scenery below the ship. It was no longer worthy of his attention. Thus, he shifted his gaze to the ship’s deck.
The few nobles on the ship had clearly been unable to endure the chill at this altitude. Most of them had retreated into the comfort of the cabin, leaving only adepts on the deck. Pale magical glows enveloped their bodies. Clearly, all of them had some form of magic and means to drive away the cold.