Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes
Chapter 145: Flames of Revenge (Thanks to the first Alliance Hierarch of this book, 【浅绒灬】)

Chapter 145: Chapter 145: Flames of Revenge (Thanks to the first Alliance Hierarch of this book, 【浅绒灬】)

Gazing at the blazing red flames that lit up half the sky above the town, a thought suddenly struck Anvis.

He had a feeling that the person he was looking for was right there at the fire scene.

Thus, he changed direction and headed towards the fire.

.........

Awakened by the somewhat dazzling flickering flames on their eyelids, the town’s wooden watchtower guards at the gate were suddenly roused from their sleep.

Staring blankly at the direction of the fire and blinking twice, they finally realized what was happening and immediately started ringing the alarm bell frantically.

"Dang——Dang——Dang——"

"Fire! Quick, put out the fire!"

The townspeople woke from their sleep, and upon seeing the towering flames that pierced the night, they hurriedly started searching for objects to fetch water from the town well to extinguish the fire.

The cold winter night was the time when the God of the North Wind, Karaste, reigned.

Those strong and dry north winds coming from the depths of the ancient mountains were blowing through the town incessantly.

If the flames could not be extinguished quickly, then in these winds,

the fire could likely spread to the nearby dried shrubs, weeds, and even other houses.

By then, everything would be over.

Patter patter patter——

Town residents, frantic and carrying buckets and wooden basins, rushed past Anvis towards a corner of the town, where a house was ablaze.

But oddly enough, at this moment, not a single person noticed Anvis standing in the middle of the road.

As people passed him by, they didn’t even cast a glance in his direction, not even for a moment.

Despite his leisurely pace, different from everyone else’s, and the pitch-black cloak that enveloped him, he seemed very suspicious.

It was as if in their eyes, Anvis’s figure simply did not exist.

And next to Anvis, a figure clad in Enchanted Heavy Armor suddenly appeared, respectfully presenting him with a paper document.

It contained brief information about the target person, which the intelligence forces of his family had gathered for him during his journey to Yorgen Town.

Taking it nonchalantly, Anvis continued forward, perusing the content as he walked.

On the top of the document was a Magic Image of a boy’s face, both frontal and profile.

Light brown eyes, fair skin, a face dotted with small freckles, a slightly reddish nose prone to rosacea, and thin lips.

A mop of unruly chestnut-red hair, like a disheveled nest of dry grass perched atop his head.

Name: Matt

Birthplace: Palosia Province, Yogen Domain, Yorgen Town

Lord: Baron of Yorgen

...

Slowly flipping through the information in hand, a classic tale of noble oppression of commoners gradually took shape in Anvis’s mind.

.........

Matt was born into a typical family of five in Gloria, as the youngest child.

Fortunately, he had loving parents, and siblings who were very caring towards him.

This summer, Matt’s father accidentally injured his leg while working in the fields and then caught a chill after being caught in the rain.

Weakened by overwork, he took to his bed, unable to recover from his illness.

With the loss of one of the family’s main laborers, his older brother and the relatively weak Matt could barely manage the farming.

During the harvest, due to being unable to gather crops in time, a lot of ripe grain was eaten by birds and other animals. Adding the fact that this year was hit by a poor harvest, on top of the snow,

The tax on land, poll tax, defense tax, and various other taxes, which were barely manageable in the past, became unbearable this year.

For the sake of the family, his second sister bravely stepped forward, voluntarily entering the Baron Mansion as a maid to work off part of the taxes.

However, while dusting the furniture, she accidentally dropped an ancient Magic Crystal Lamp worth hundreds of Gold Coins.

The infuriated Baron of Yorgen immediately ordered her to be strung up and thrashed her with fifty lashes, and then handed her over to his subordinates to be dealt with as they saw fit.

Three days later, the scarred and emaciated corpse of Matt’s second sister was brought back by the guards of the Baron Mansion.

Matt’s elder brother, unable to contain his anger, attempted to argue and was struck in the head by a punch from an Official Professional’s guard, hitting the back of his skull heavily onto a rock, and fell silent on the spot.

.........

Standing amidst the crowd fighting the fire, Matt stared blankly at the blazing inferno, his face deathly pale.

He would never forget the last look his mother gave him before the fire.

Despair, hopelessness, hysteria—

Without the labor of able-bodied adults, it meant that over ninety percent of the household’s economic source was lost.

It signified one thing: during the long and harsh winter that was to come, she would have to watch her children and husband slowly die before her eyes.

Having suffered too great a blow in a short time and facing a future devoid of hope in life.

Matt’s mother pushed him out of the door.

After that, she set the house on fire with her own hands—

...

The home they had lived in for over a decade was completely engulfed in flames.

Three bodies, unrecognizably burnt, were rescued by the townspeople from the fiercely burning house.

Matt only felt darkness before his eyes, as if his entire world had turned to ashes before him.

He moved his body, trying to step toward the sea of fire.

But his body was unsteady as if he were drunk, barely managing to grasp the wooden fence next to him for support.

At this moment, the world around him suddenly came to a halt.

The shouts commanding the firefighting from the townspeople, the crackling of the fierce fire, the wailing of women and children, all sounds fell into silence, as if they became projections unrelated to him.

Matt, somewhat dazed, raised his head and looked towards the source of the anomaly.

That tall, dark silhouette, more profound and black than the night, advanced towards him from across the dazzlingly bright blaze, like stepping on the sun—

The twin moons in the sky were obscured by dark clouds, darkness and flames accompanied the figure’s footsteps.

Like the God of Revenge from the revelation of the end times, proudly standing on top of the burning Divine Country, overlooking the myriad creatures of the mortal world.

"Matt—"

Underneath the deep black robe, the figure slowly began to speak, voice echoing deeply as if countless men, women, the elderly, and children were speaking at once.

"Do you, seek revenge?"

"Revenge...?"

His groggy mind slowly processed the meaning behind the figure’s words.

A faint light of fire gradually emerged from the depths of Matt’s previously lifeless eyes.

"Revenge..."

Slowly savoring this cold yet sweet vocabulary, the light of fire, like the raging inferno before him, suddenly spread quickly in his heart.

Regaining clarity, Matt quietly raised his head and looked at the tall figure before him.

At this moment, in his brown eyes, a blaze of intense hatred was burning fiercely.

"Do you desire to take revenge upon those nobles who destroyed everything you had?"

Watching this scene, the night-like figure posed the emotionless question.

"Are You, the Divine of Revenge?"

Looking at the towering figure amongst the flames, Matt suddenly realized something and knelt down as if toppling mountains and overturning columns.

"I want revenge, Divine One! I am willing to offer my life! My faith! My soul!"

"I will give my all! Just to cast them all into the depths of the Endless Abyss! To burn forever and ever in the boundless flames of Hell!"

"Then, as you wish—"

Looking down at Matt kneeling before him, still with that strange and sacred echo, the dark figure slowly nodded its head.

At that moment, Matt suddenly felt as if something had emerged in the depths of his heart all at once.