Chapter 482 - Steal them
“Young Master Hutton, we cannot hold on for long, let’s retreat so that we can at least preserve some strength.” Yeric came before Hutton, embarrassed as his eyes glanced towards Lin Li, who seemed to be busy with something for no reason, and felt his anger rise. “Hey you, everyone is fighting with their lives out there. If I had to die for the Malfa Family, I would accept it, but what are we doing this for?”
Hutton was conflicted as well. Who knew this would be such a difficult task? Weren’t they the remnant of the Syer bandits? Why were there Alchemy Colossuses and 10 Archmages? His only hope was in President Felic, but there he was, toying with something randomly.
Actually, so what if he did something? Right, he was a Legendary-mage, but he had only been one for a few days. Those Alchemy Colossuses were all nearly equal to a Legendary magical beast; even if his teacher Cheyenne were here, he might have to order a retreat as well. If they were to go hard against them, then there would be a hefty price to pay—they were sure to suffer huge losses.
“Wait a while longer, have them all hold on for a bit more,” Hutton told Yeric. If they were to retreat now, then his potions deal with President Felic made the day before would be moot.
“Hey you, this might be rude, but you call yourself the President of the Breezy Plains Guild of Magic?” Yeric said a little louder on purpose so that he would be heard over the sounds of explosions even far away. He wanted those from the Tower of Dusk to know that while they were fighting with their lives, their President was hiding in the back, doing God knew what.
“Yeric, that’s enough! President Felic has his reasons!” Hutton scolded with a frown before he looked over at the busy President Felic, not knowing how to describe the way he felt. Ever since he had helped his father manage the family’s affairs, he had never been at a loss as much as today.
Logically speaking, it was evident that they were on the losing end, and there was no way out besides to retreat. Yet, there was a tiny voice inside his head, telling him to persist and that a miracle would happen.
Hutton frowned before he lowered his voice, confused, and asked, “What chance?”
“Young Master, this Felic is not acting like a President at all. He does not care about his men at all, and they may already be upset with him. Why not take this chance to help them? As long as half of them remember our help, then the Malfa Family can…” While Yeric did not fancy Lin Li, he could still tell that the mages of the Tower of Dusk were useful, and thus he plotted to steal them from Lin Li.