Age of Adepts

Greem and Billis soon settled down in this castle of steel after their long journey.

The steel castle was the Goblin Chamber of Commerce’s outpost here.

As befitted the goblin traders, the front of the castle was a row of shops, while the main body of the building served as a living area and warehouse.

A squad of twenty magical machines managed the safety of the castle.

Apart from these steel soldiers, five goblin machinist-sorcerers had also been stationed in the castle. These goblin machinist-sorcerers were the true guardians of the castle, responsible for the goblin leadership’s safety in the outpost.

The Goblin Chamber of Commerce had been working diligently over the past few decades and had finally managed to extend their influence into the Adept Association’s territory. They had a total of eleven goblin shops of various sizes and this metal castle, which served as their headquarters; it was the fruit of the goblins’ hard work.

The Crimson Clan might be a household name in the Central Lands, but far away here in the east, the Goblin Chamber of Commerce could only expand and survive as best they could like any other trading company. Fortunately, they were backed by a fairly powerful clan. The goblins themselves were passionate and experienced traders. At long last, the Chamber of Commerce was able to establish itself here and was slowly expanding.

Greem couldn’t help but frown after reading Olivia’s report.

Powerful. It would be difficult to make contact and come to friendly terms with such a powerful adept. Olivia probably wouldn’t even bother to talk to Greem if he didn’t have enough leverage on his side. If that were the case, obtaining the Lightfire stone from her would be even more difficult!

Thus, less than half an hour after chasing Tor out of the room, Greem summoned him again.

“You have been stationed here in the east for seventeen years now. Have you heard of the Fourth Grade adept known as Olivia?”

Tor’s face turned into a frown when he heard Greem’s question.

“The Adept of Torture– Olivia. There are probably very few people who have not heard of that name here in the east.”

“The Adept of Torture…that’s an interesting title. Why has she been given this title? Is she powerful?”

“The reason she’s known as the Adept of Torture is that all her victims have been crushed to meat paste by her terrifying magic. You can’t even find a trace of a proper corpse. It’s because of how extreme and cruel her magic is that most people are terrified of her,” Tor couldn’t help but lift his head and glance at Greem when he said this. “My lord, you are not thinking of finding trouble with this Adept of Torture, are you?”

“What nonsense are you thinking about,” Greem reprimanded unamusedly. “This is Adept’s Association territory. Do you think I can return to the Central Lands alive if I tried anything on Olivia?”

“As long as you understand!” Tor wiped the sweat away from his forehead.

“However, I might need to contact this Adept Olivia because of certain matters. Do you have any means of putting me in contact with her?”

Tor shivered in fright when he heard Greem’s words. He smiled and said, “My lord, the Goblin Chamber of Commerce has only been established in the east for no more than seventy years. Our foundations are still weak. There’s no way we could have come into contact with a Fourth Grade adept already.”

“Then tell me everything you know about this Adept Olivia.”

“Yes!” Tor gulped and started to slowly explain what he knew.

The gist of it matched the information that Greem had. The only part that stood out about Tor’s explanation was that Olivia was a decisive, determined, and vicious individual. She was exceptionally ferocious and merciless towards her enemies. However, she did care for one person– her brother, First Grade Adept Wills, who was born of the same mother.

Olivia might have shocking potential as an adept, but her brother, on the other hand, had absolutely no talent. If Olivia had not invested a mountain of resources on him, he would not even have made it to First Grade.

If Olivia had any weakness to speak of, it would have to be this brother of hers!

Greem raised an eyebrow when he heard this. He started to have some thoughts on how to approach this problem.