Chapter 471 - Messenger
The journey back to the Tower of Dusk from the Blackstone Mountains only took Lin Li a couple of days, but when he returned to Black Clouds Town with Norfeller and Ujfalusi, he realized that a bloodbath had occurred in Black Clouds Town. There were collapsed houses everywhere, and bloodstains could be seen on the streets.
“What’s going on? Where did everybody go?” When he saw this, Lin Li immediately assumed the worst. He tried to scan the whole Black Clouds Town using his mental strength, only to realize that he could not detect a living soul at all.
He could not be bothered to conceal the fact that his servants were Undead creatures and led them to the Tower of Dusk straight away. Thankfully, there were no signs of an attack on the Tower of Dusk, but when he entered, he realized that the place was empty, and there was no trace of the mages.
“Mr President? The President is back!” Just as Lin Li stood in the center of the great hall, trying to find someone to ask about the situation, a middle-aged mage ran out, looking emotional.
“Beckley?” Lin Li could barely remember his name. There were two kinds of people in school who left a deep impression on others: the kind that topped the rankings in school and those who were at the bottom. Beckley belonged to the latter—he was of mediocre magical talents as he was still only a level-8 mage even though he was in his forties.
“Mr President, it really is you! I’m Beckley.” Beckley was rather emotional that the President remembered his name.
Who were the Malfas? They were the ones ruling over the whole of Aminya, so how could a small Guild of Magic order them around? And President Felic was basically ordering them around based on what he said, and he was even specifying what kind of people he wanted them to send. If Beckley had been the patriarch of the Malfa Family, he would not even have bothered to reply and would’ve just thrown the letter in the thrash…
Only when he could not see Lin Li anymore did Beckley shake his head and return to the Tower of Dusk. He laid out a pen and a sheet of paper in front of him before he started pondering how he could phrase the letter better. President Felic might be young and not know better, but he could not afford to botch this, or they might end up with another powerful enemy instead of an ally…
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A dusty carriage stopped in front of the Malfa Family’s gate in Aminya City, and a tired-looking middle-aged mage alighted from it, paying his fare before he walked up the steps. If Lin Li had been here, he would have immediately recognized him as the mage he had instructed to stay behind and guard the Tower of Dusk.
Even though he’d been instructed to stay, Beckley decided that given the influence and status of the Malfa Family, it would not be beneath the President for him to pay a visit himself. It was already disrespectful that he, a low-ranking mage, was doing the job, so he could not imagine what would happen if he had someone random do the job instead…
“Hold up, what is it?” The guards in front of the door stopped him rudely.
“I’m Beckley, a level-8 mage from the Breezy Plains Guild of Magic, the Tower of Dusk. I would like to meet the patriarch of the Malfa Family.” Beckley did not dare to delay at all after receiving instructions, and hurried over to the Malfa Family’s house by travelling day and night.
One guard stared at Beckley before disdainfully saying, “What Tower of Dusk, why haven’t I heard of it before?”
While mages had a high status, Beckley was only a level-8 mage, and it was true that he was somewhat insignificant in the Breezy Plains. Even though they were merely guards, they were standing guard in front of the Malfa Family’s house, and thus they did not care much about a level-8 mage.
“How dare you lie to the Malfa Family?? It seems as though you’re tired of living!” another guard said as he placed his hand on his sword.
“Gentlemen, please let me pass, I have urgent matters to discuss…”
“Leave now! You think just anyone can enter the Malfa Family? If you don’t leave now, I’ll cut off your head!” The guards half-drew their swords out and reflected the sunlight into Beckley’s eyes with the blades.
“Why are you causing such a ruckus at such a place? Is it not embarrassing!?” A voice came from behind Beckley suddenly.
The two guards quickly stood up straight and bowed before chorusing, “Young Master Hutton!”
Hutton walked up the stairs with two people behind him before he looked at the guards and asked, “What’s going on?”
A guard pointed at Beckley while he said, “Young Master Hutton, this man claims to be a messenger from the Tower of Dusk and has been yelling that he wants to see the patriarch.”