Chapter 251
Chapter 251 Gearing Up
Kartia Hills, Locker Castle.
How strong of a castle could a mere viscount have?
In fact, since its very design and construction, Locker Castle wasn’t meant as a purely defensive war fortress. It was constructed as a noble’s castle, a semi-villa that was meant to be more comfortable than impenetrable.
The square of the castle was a garden itself. The main building took up a space of six hundred square meters, and the thin walls were only three meters tall. For the sake of its aesthetics, the entire castle had foregone any bunkers or watchtowers. Instead delicate artistic sculptures of half-naked beauties were littered across the place.
The width of the wall, that was supposed to stop the enemies, only had enough space for two soldiers to walk side by side. There wasn’t even enough space to place any facilities for war.
Such a defense system might be sufficient when dealing with wandering bandits and robbers, but it was clearly ill-equipped to deal with an elite army sent out by the lord of another territory.
Honestly, if it hadn’t been for the large numbers of elite apprentices that the clan had sent over, Locker Castle would probably have fallen seven days ago.
“There are three.” A pseudo-adept wearing a black eyepatch on his right eye replied softly, “Lanja and I caught a noble from the enemy’s camp. He claimed that there were three adepts in the camp. It seems one of them is Adept Carlos from the Mikayne Clan. We don’t know much else about the other two… “
“Carlos… ” Adept Keoghan frowned slightly and turned to tell Greem what he knew of this adept.
Three adepts? This was not going to be easy!
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Just as a meeting was happening in Locker Castle, another meeting was also happening in the distant enemy camp.
This was a large and spacious leather tent. The furnishings inside were extremely delicate and extravagant. Even the floor had been covered with a soft and comfortable carpet. Even though they were camping outside, there was a fine bronze furnace right beside the tent. Fragrant smoke emanated from the furnace.
Three mysterious adepts were seated at the back of the tent. Three pseudo-adepts were standing behind the adepts, betraying excited expressions. Only Lord Tras and his generals could sit in front of the adepts. The remaining nobles and knights had to stand around the tent, silently listening to the adepts’ orders.
A young pseudo-adept with a pigeon perched on his shoulder stood in the middle of the tent, loudly reading out the most recent report.
“Greem. Male. Hardly twenty years old… “
Surprised praises sounded out in the room, but this didn’t stop the young pseudo-adept from continuing his report.
“Time of advancement: Approximately three months ago. Location of advancment: a Third Class resource site of Sarubo Clan- their magic swamp.
“It’s said that there had been two other young adepts that had advanced along with this Greem. They are Adept Mary, who’s a vampire, and Adept Acteon, who has a unique pseudo-bug physique.
“However, they haven’t been seen around since they entered the Sarubo headquarters at Feidnan’s adept tower. This time, it seems only Adept Greem has come along with Adept Keoghan… “
The purple-robed adept sitting in the middle couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh after impatiently sitting through the report, “A little fellow that had just advanced three months ago! He probably hasn’t even stabilized his Spirit! Even a guy like Keoghan has been sent out. It’s clear that the Sarubos don’t have many forces left!”
An elderly adept sitting to the left of the purple-robed adept and holding a cane in his hand asked softly, “Do the reports mention anything of this Adept Greem’s spell masteries? What are his innate talents?”
The young pseudo-adept lowered his head and scanned through the report once more before shaking his head and speaking, “O respected Adept Cochran, nothing specific is mentioned about this Adept Greem’s abilities in this report. After all, he had accidentally advanced in a rural and remote area. Our information on him is still incomplete!”
“Have you guys not gone to the resource site he stayed in to gather more information?” Adept Cochran frowned in dissatisfaction.
“My apologies, Adept Cochran. We have secretly sent men over to investigate.” The young pseudo-adept froze before quickly explaining, “But… it seems that an accident had happened during the advancement of those three adepts. Adept Anderson of the Sarubo Clan had died, along with all the other apprentices in that resource site. This… this is why the information we have on them is so incomplete!”
“That craven Anderson died?” The three adepts looked at each other, smiles of disdain appearing on their faces.
The old and steady Cochran still wanted to ask some questions, but he was stopped by Carlos, who led this adept mission.
“What is everyone worried about?” Carlos let out a sinister laugh, “Apart from Keoghan being slightly bothersome, our only opponent is a newly advanced fellow. When the fight happens we will have one person deal with him while the other two team up against Keoghan. Do you think they could have any chance to turn back when that happens?”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Adept Cochran was actually slightly concerned, but Adept Carlos’ analysis was perfectly logical, so he kept silent.
The third adept, who was shrouded in a black mist, remained silent throughout the discussion. It seemed like he had absolutely no interest in it.
However for some reason even Carlos, who seemed to be leading the discussion, betrayed fear and respect when he looked at this man.
“Then it’s decided! We will begin our final battle with the enemy at noon tomorrow. We must crush these Sarubo adepts!” Adept Carlos shouted fervently.
Everyone bowed their heads and acknowledged the order!