Age of Adepts

Greem arrived in Rhein City three days later.

The Skettis Region, where Molten Fire City was located, was hundreds of thousands of kilometers away from the Ailovis region; it required crossing four different regions. Ordinary flying voodoo beasts could not possibly traverse such long distances. The flying ships of the Silver Unions were required for such a journey.

The treatment that Greem received upon arriving at Rhein was completely different from the last time he came.

He had just gotten down from the manticore and had yet to enter the lodgings he had arranged, yet an adept was already waiting for him at the door. They had been sent by the manager of the adept’s tower.

“Lord Greem, what business do you have here in Rhein? If there is anything you need, please tell us.” The person responsible for his reception was a Second Grade mechanical adept. Most of his exposed skin had been replaced by a strange silver-white metal, making for a fairly scary appearance.

“I need to proceed to the Skettis Region on business. I also need to take the flying ships here.” The mission didn’t require him to keep any secrets, so Greem didn’t hide his destination.

Great Adept Sarubo might have tremendous power, but he was unfortunately in the outer realms and could not return to the World of Adepts. It undoubtedly caused the Saurbo Clan to lose their only possibility of suppressing Greem. Of course, if Greem wasn’t a fool, he would not actively provoke the Sarubo Clan either. After all, with two Third Grade bloodline adepts standing behind them, the Sarubo Clan was still a fairly powerful group in the Central Region.

The First and Second Grade adepts gathered around the two Third Grade adepts could only laugh or listen silently as the conversation went on. At this moment, the only ones who could cut into their discussion were those who were closest with the two Third Grade adepts.

“Teacher, the tower received some news from the North a few days ago. It seems to have some relation to this Lord Greem!” The one who had spoken up was a middle-aged adept who was at Second Grade. He had a solemn expression on his face.

He was the disciple of Third Grade Earth Adept Ragnar.

“Oh? Tell us about it.” Ragnar nodded and said.

“Yes, teacher! This news came from the Black Rose Merchant Group from the North. It is said that the battle between the Fate Witches and Coldwinter Witches has concluded! Teacher, can you guess which party won?”

“Supposedly, the Coldwinter Witches should have won. But since you asked this question, could the Fate Witches have won instead?” Ragnar couldn’t help but narrow his eyes.

“Yes, teacher! The news they brought back was clear. The Fate Witches are the victors.”

Zavest, who was listening from the side, couldn’t help but frown.

“We were talking about Greem and now you two are talking about the Northern Witches. Could the Northern Witches have something to do with this Greem?”

Ragnar shook his head and sighed, “Zavest, you are still too uninformed about such news! You might not know this, but the young Greem’s relationship with the Fate Witches is not shallow at all. It’s said that the leader of the Fate Witches this time might be Greem’s secret lover. Say, isn’t that news a bombshell?”

“What? There was such a thing?” Zavest’s eyes immediately opened wide with shock and disbelief.

The leaders of the Northern Witch branches were all seen as Fourth Grade witches in the Zhentarim Area!

Being able to be involved with them meant resources, wealth, influence…you could have anything you wanted!

For a moment, even Zavest felt envy toward that lucky boy.

“Lord Greem has arrived.”

As the apprentice at the entrance loudly announced this name, all the adepts in the Golden Hall stopped talking and turned to look at the door.

There, a handsome young man with a muscular body walked in, his black eyes cutting across everyone and landing on the two Third Grade adepts.

The two Third Grade adepts immediately lifted their glasses and nodded to acknowledge his arrival.

Greem strode toward them.

The subordinate adepts that had gathered around the two Third Grade adepts knew well enough to step away and leave a proper place for the three of them to talk.

“Welcome, Adept Greem!”

“Thank you for your hospitality. I am proud to be able to visit the two of you.”

After exchanging some simple greetings, the three of them got together and started talking happily.

Matters of cooperation was not brought up at all during their conversation. It only had to do with the things of note for adepts upon advancing to Third Grade. From this perspective, though the three adepts appeared to be conversing with each other, it was actually the two veteran adepts silently teaching and guiding Greem, the newly advanced adept.

For a moment, the atmosphere of the banquet was lively and joyous!