Chapter 111 -An Archmage Forging Iron
Marko’s face was as white as sheet of paper from fear as he watched the pestilence leave the Thousand Leaves Bar; he felt cold on his back as if he had just been soaked in water. Only when the footsteps finally faded away did he take in a long breath, and stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead. For a while, he felt all energy sapped from his body as he sat weakly on the ground.
“Phew…” At the same time, the group of adventurers from the Ruby Moon Mercenary Corps heaved a sigh of relief as well; the expressions on their faces were as if a heavy load had been lifted off their shoulders. For them, it was like having survived a holocaust.
Just as everyone rejoiced, the door of the Thousand Leaves Bar was pushed open.
Then, the group of adventurers saw the long-legged beauty dash in and give Marko a kick in the face with her boots.
“Who told you to be vulgar, shameless!”
“Ah!” The leather boots from the Silver Hand were tailored for all kinds of adventurers. The workmanship was not delicate, but the soles of the boots were horribly hard. The kick in Marko’s face was similar to a hit using a whip, and the whole side of his face swelled up in an instant.
“Hng!” The long-legged beauty crinkled her nose, and flipped her blonde hair back gently before walking away with a proud gait.
“Do you have any instructions for me, Mr Macklin?” Lin Li was a little stunned; he wondered what the old fellow had done to make himself look like this.
“Uh…” The old fellow came over. He took a glance at the surroundings, then rubbed his hands embarrassingly as he whispered to Lin Li in a low voice, “I… I’d like to ask you for a little help…”
“Ah?” Lin Li was startled. He was clear about the old fellow’s strength; a level-19 Archmage was actually asking for his help?
“It’s not a big deal. Just follow me.”
Lin Li’s heart was full of confusion. He contemplated for a while, and decided to follow Macklin.
They went out of the guild hall and into a low building just next to it. Macklin took Lin Li around a few corridors, and they soon arrived at an unlatched door.
Through the open door crack, Lin Li could clearly hear the sound of clanking.
He was all too familiar with the sound.
Hearing the familiar noise, a bizarre expression came across Lin Li’s face. No wonder people said that the more formidable a person was, the more psychopathic he became—it seemed that this was indeed right. Look at this level-nineteen Archmage, hiding in his room forging iron!