Chapter 252 - The Eve Of The Finals
Gryffindor had been in high spirits these two days.
It so happened that he met Orrin in the arena even before the finals. This was something he had not expected. Moreover, that moron was foolish enough to take the initiative to attack the guild’s steward despite being a trial apprentice. Even if he was killed, he could only blame himself for his own bad luck.
Unfortunately…
Mason, that fly, got in the way and took Orrin away at the very last minute. The Pyroblast that he had so carefully prepared couldn’t be released in time.
So be it—Orrin was lucky this time. Anyway, he wouldn’t survive more than a few days. He was directly hit by the Pyroblast, and in addition, Gryffindor had cast a curse at the last moment. Even if he didn’t die on the spot, he wouldn’t survive until the day of the finals.
Better let me come up against that Jarrosus country boy in the first round. I’ll let him know then that there’s also a distinction among the Archmages…
Gryffindor returned to his apartment in a cheerful mood. His teammates had moved out, so the room was exceptionally quiet. Now the whole apartment was Gryffindor’s. The few chairs in the living room were placed at random. A huge crystal ball that was emitting a soft light was placed on the tea table.
“A lot.” Gryffindor’s voice was calm, but there was some pride on his face. This was something he was proud of. Since he became an Archmage, numerous forces had tried to pull him over to their side. Many of them were big figures who seldom showed their faces. Such a privilege was definitely one of a kind among young mages!
“Then have you ever thought how many forces Felic will attract, being an Archmage who’s even younger than you?”
The expression on Gryffindor’s face froze…
“Ugh…” He opened his mouth, but didn’t know what to say.
“But, this is nothing…” Rosen suddenly chuckled at this point. “There’s still the finals, right?”
“You mean?”
“My meaning is simple. You must never lay a hand on Felic before the finals. But perhaps you can inflict some unrecoverable trauma on him using the excuse that your hand slipped or something along the line during the finals. It’ll be a pity, but it is allowed in the finals, after all…”
“I understand. But Mentor, didn’t you say that the lad was probably no weaker than me?”
“Indeed. But don’t forget, you’re Rosen’s disciple. How can I possibly let you lose in this finals? You can read the magic book I’ve given you the other time now. I’ve written a paragraph for you on the last page. Take a good look at that paragraph, and tell me what you should do after you’ve understood it.”
“Yes!”
Gryffindor returned to his room and took out a black-covered magic book from under his pillow. On the last page, there was a passage written by Rosen himself. Gryffindor’s eyes glowed brighter and brighter as he read through each and every word…
…
It was very late at night, but the lights were on in Lin Li’s room. He was looking up some information and making final preparations for the finals that’d take place the day after tomorrow.
After arriving in Alanna, Lin Li had never been this eager to win the finals as he was at present. Although he’d promised Gerian, Macklin, and Andoine that he would do his best in the finals, it was only because he couldn’t stand up to their demands. Even if he had given his promise, he held little regard for it in his heart. After all, a lazy and fearful fellow like him was not one to fight for glory.
But this time, Lin Li was serious.
Orrin was still lying in bed. He probably couldn’t make it for the finals that’d commence a day later. All this happened because of that fellow called Gryffindor.
Lin Li had been living with Orrin for two months. How could he not know that this young mage, who seemed indifferent to everything, really wanted to do well in the finals? Lin Li even remembered how Orrin had once said that he was from the Rotterdam Guild of Magic, a place more remote than Jarrosus. He hoped to clinch the first place in the finals to let people know that Rotterdam was not only a place rich in wheat, but also a place with powerful mages!
Unfortunately, he couldn’t take part in the finals now.
Other than wishing for his fast recovery, Lin Li could only win the finals on his behalf.
In front of Lin Li was a book titled Introduction to High Elves Print. He was struggling to find suitable common language to annotate the strange runes. In his other hand, he was holding the parchment scroll that Macklin gave him. He was attempting to translate the key words with his own efforts.
Perhaps this spell would be of some help in the finals two days later.
…
Matthias was meditating in the secret room of the Marathon Family. No one dared to disturb him at this time, for they knew that the finals that would take place two days later would determine who was the real magic genius in Felan.
“Come in, Argus.”
“Master Matthias, what can I do for you?” Argus felt unfamiliar with the man before him. In just a month, the changes on Matthias’ body could only be described as “earth-shaking”. Argus, who was once an Archmage, couldn’t help but feel surprised at the magical wave emanating from Matthias. It was simply too powerful. Even in his heyday, he couldn’t have emanated with such a magical wave.
But what Argus couldn’t imagine was the change in Matthias’ temperament.
To be honest, Matthias wasn’t at all likable in the past, but he was still respectful to him most of the time. After all, he was his mentor. But now, as he stood before Matthias, Argus felt chills all over his body, and it was as if he was being locked onto by a serpent’s stare. The eerie feeling made his hair stand on ends.
“Argus, have you prepared what I’ve asked you to prepare?”
“Yes, Master Matthias…” Argus swallowed his saliva and looked at Matthias in trepidation. Then he cautiously took out two magical crystals. “However, Master Matthias, the level-15 magical crystal you asked for is too rare. I have searched many places, but could only get two of them…”
“Two?” Matthias held the two magical crystals in his hand and felt the surging magical wave emanating from them. There was a faint smile on his pale face. “One each for the two Archmages. It should be enough…”
Argus’ heart tightened at the mention of the two Archmages. He knew whom Matthias was talking about. He was talking about the two Archmages in the Alanna Guild of Magic—one was Felan’s number one magic genius, Gryffindor, and the other was Felic, whom he had once attempted to assassinate.
He could no longer see through the present Matthias. He could only guess from his expression that these two magical crystals were specially used to deal with the two Archmages.
This isn’t good…
Argus stood there respectfully, but he was in fact feeling anxious. Argus couldn’t care less if Gryffindor died; he knew nothing about the latter anyway. But Felic could not die. He was still counting on Felic to restore his mana. If he died, wouldn’t he have to stay a Magic Shooter for the rest of his life?
At the thought of this, Argus plucked up his courage, and asked, “Master Matthias, do you have a special use for these two magical crystals? If two pieces are not enough, I can try to find another way to help you get two more pieces…”
“You’ll know in two days.” Fortunately, Matthias seemed to be distracted. Although there were some flaws in Argus’ words, it did not arouse his suspicion. He just held the two magical crystals tightly, and his eyes were full of hatred and irony. “Archmages, eh? I’m going to show you this time that there’s another Archmage besides the two of you…”