Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 263 - 263 134 The Magician's Good Intentions

263: Chapter 134: The Magician’s Good Intentions 263: Chapter 134: The Magician’s Good Intentions “Ten thousand gold crowns?

Have I grown so old that my ears have failed me?

Are all of you being too unrealistic?

I admit that Lord Canis holds a prestigious status, but this boundless greed and extortion far exceed a reasonable ransom range; the Gunnar Family cannot accept such an unreasonable demand…”

“Whether you accept it or not is your business; if you can’t come up with the money to cover the losses from the war you instigated, then Lord Canis may have to spend a few more years in the Thorny Flower Territory—we won’t miss feeding your Young Master.”

Inside the grand hall, Old Mr.

Henkel blew his beard and stared in anger, completely losing his previous composure.

Ten thousand gold crowns?

One would think he was ransoming Count Trolsa.

Leon listened silently without interjecting.

Actually, he himself was shocked upon hearing the astronomical demands of his colleagues; such a ransom amount was clearly impossible.

Originally, that Mamor, in a bid to buy his life, had offered a thousand gold crowns, which was already above the standard ransom for a captured noble knight.

According to the customs of the Northern Kingdom, a Knight of Valor’s ransom generally spanned from four hundred to eight hundred gold crowns.

The ransom for a baron would generally be around five to seven thousand.

Even Lord Canis’ status couldn’t possibly be worth more than that of his own father.

Of course, Leon also knew this was a kind of probing negotiation strategy.

He left the negotiations and exchanges to the lion-mouthed Sir Redo and Marcello, trusting these zealous colleagues to help him discern the bottom line of the Gunnar Family.

Exiting the hall of fierce verbal exchanges, Leon looked toward the courtyard at the seemingly detached Magician.

“Do you know Master Hillgarde?

Has he spoken to you about me?”

“Of course; our Kingdom has but a dozen or so valued old friends, and I too have been employed by the General lately, so naturally, I have heard about your affairs,” Met nodded.

Since the two Magicians had discussed him, Leon pondered for a moment and, unable to deny it, cautiously responded: “It concerns my personal experience; I had asked Master Hillgarde where I could learn magic, but with all matters being so hectic, I never found the time to visit your academy in the North to verify if my supposed talent is real.”

Met couldn’t help but smile, “You misunderstand, my lord.

I’m not hanging onto that so-called law to trouble the Gunnar Family, nor am I looking to delve deep into your affairs…

The pre-retrieval of the energy-charged Magical Artifact commissioned from Hillgarde isn’t about hiring spellcasters who might be freelance or from abroad to be around you.

I just want to tell you that if you are interested in the power of magic, the Northern Society is happy to be your friend.”

Leon frowned: “But I’m not even sure if I can learn magic.”

“Ha, that’s a joke…

Yesterday, I personally witnessed on the battlefield how you used Magic Power to combat Lord Canis.

I wonder what kind of good teacher taught you; for someone of your age, to be able to contain Magic Power to create such a substantial vibrational impact is truly astonishing,” shook Met.

Leon, perplexed, said: “You saw it with your own eyes?

Then why didn’t you expose me just now?”

“Why would I do that?

If it was another noble hiring spellcasters to interfere in conflicts, to keep the Society out of trouble, I would indeed pay attention to King Lydwen’s decrees.

But not to say that the decree’s restrictions on your situation are quite ambiguous, if one like you possesses spellcasting talents and is genuinely of the Orland nobility, the Society only wishes to be your friend, not your enemy.”

Seeing the confusion in Leon’s eyes, Met’s voice tinged with emotion: “You don’t understand; there are too few individuals in this world who can wield Magic Power.

The entire Northern Kingdom has tens of millions of people, but across centuries of history, the Society has only trained a few dozen qualified Magicians like me.

In some way, you and I are more akin to each other than other humans…”

Kin?

Leon folded his arms silently, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Frankly speaking, he didn’t quite empathize with the Magician’s seemingly poignant reflection.

Perhaps it was too lucky?

Or rather too unlucky?

Since his advent into this world, Leon felt he had met decidedly many Mages.

Including Master Hillgarde, and the Magician before him, Met.

Along with…

Miss Lola, Lady Aphrodite, Kovis, Pilireno, Emmon…

Although perhaps overall, Mages might truly be rare in this world,

in just over four months, on an average, he encountered one or two each month, which made the other party’s expression of loneliness resonate less with him.

Pondering this, Leon then asked: “Master Met, you have mentioned quite a bit, are you inviting me to join the Society of Magicians?”

“Exactly, Lord Pendragon.

The Society welcomes every fellow spellcasting brother and sister, especially someone of your prestigious stature as a lord,” nodded Met.

Had it been two months earlier, Leon would definitely have been excited, but now, with the Netti Card having resolved his communication issue with Miss Lola, he currently only lacked the time to undertake professional study, so he saw no need to go out of his way.

Moreover, given that Miss Lola, who is proclaimed in history as a divine prophet from an ancient civilization, possesses Magic Knowledge clearly surpassing contemporary Mages who seem less civilized.

Seeing the other’s hesitant silence, Met smiled: “No need to rush your decision; this invitation will always be valid, and you can take your time to consider.

But hear me out, sir; as a noble of military merit, you already possess wealth beyond ordinary people, a position and power above many, and perhaps will achieve even more in the future, glory will accompany you throughout your life.