Surviving The Fourth Calamity
Chapter 94 - 83: Reunion with Manton_2

Chapter 94: Chapter 83: Reunion with Manton_2

"However, Haifasardo, I suspect this name won’t be in use for much longer.

Spencer said that His Majesty the King has already summoned all of them to Kexlote in three days.

They are all using the Teleportation Array. It’ll probably be a declaration of war in five days at most," Adrian said with a smile, "It looks like you’ve sent a grand gift to His Majesty the King."

Srei slowly appeared, "Mr. Adrian, we’ve reached the place closest to the Magic Tower."

Adrian glanced at the map materialized by Srei, then turned to Hill, saying, "Speed up, don’t get entangled with them.

If anything happens, just cast a spell directly, don’t fear being called heartless."

Hill nodded, "Don’t worry! Uncle Adrian, I won’t give anyone the chance to get close.

That castle has never had anyone who deserved my kindness."

The two walked to the bow of the ship, and Adrian, patting his head, said with a smile, "It’s good too, you see, I’ve made so many sacrifices just to pay off favors.

The best part is that you’ve managed to get Lina’s entire family out; it’s rare for good deeds to be rewarded.

Now that they’re all under the teacher, no one can trouble you through them."

Hesitating for a moment, Hill still asked, "Boen? Is he doing well?"

"Very well," Adrian replied curtly. "He’s very hardworking and hardly leaves the Magic Tower.

He’s also left a few less talented apprentices to manage the library while he focuses on his studies.

If he continues this way, he might become an Archmage in a few decades."

In the world of Mages, talent is crucial. Hill felt a bit sad but also a bit glad: Boen, who was once judged as someone who could never become an Archmage.

If he had stayed by his side, his path would have really ended. He had chosen the right path for Boen.

"Thank you, Uncle Adrian," Hill said very solemnly.

Adrian didn’t need to pay attention to a Junior Mage, and knowing so much detail surely meant he’d especially checked up on him.

Adrian, smiling, flew up, "You’re too polite, young Hill. I hope your journey goes smoothly."

Hill waved goodbye speechlessly: What could happen in the wilderness?

This time, just walking slowly will do!

The airship flew quickly, and as Hill stood at the bow watching the swift clouds pass by, he felt somewhat emotional:

Without feelings, there are no feelings; both Fran and Adrian’s hatred for Count Pelast was deeper than any feelings Hill had for the Count.

To Hill, without involving any emotions, the Count was just a despicable person.

Count Pelast’s fate today was entirely of his own making.

Melanie was quite selfish too, but she was just a spoiled child, unconcerned about her family’s feelings and lacking material desires, prioritizing her own emotional needs.

Count Pelast was indeed very handsome, and skilled at using romantic tactics.

Otherwise, even though the daughter of Duke Kral was in poor health, she wouldn’t have been so easily charmed by a mere count.

If he hadn’t married Melanie, Duke Kral wouldn’t have let him off easily, then; at that time, no noble dared to marry their daughter to him.

Fran, the court Archmage, wasn’t someone that Duke Kral could easily strike at.

The first two years of marriage, the couple was quite happy.

Then, a Sky Knight emerged from the Kral family.

In Count Pelast’s heart, the power of Archmage Fran couldn’t compare at all to the Sky Knight from the duke’s family.

All the people around Manton, the eldest son, were brought over as part of Lady Kral’s dowry, and the count didn’t want to offend them to protect Melanie; he even pushed the blame for getting married and taking a wife against Duke Kral’s wishes onto Melanie!

Unfortunately, the noble rituals fell completely into the hands of Mage Melanie, turning the count into a laughingstock.

With good cards in his hands, he bungled them all between Charles and Edward, thinking he was secured no matter who came into power.

His secret visits to Edward’s palace through Helen got leaked so widely that everyone in the capital knew.

The hatred of the Kral Clan and Helen was enough to outweigh their concerns about Manton.

They completely stopped showing any mercy to Count Pelast.

The result was Charles, in front of everyone, directly telling him to go to Edward’s side.

Originally, he was highly valued by Edward, after all, he was a connection brought by Helen.

But once the scandal between Edward and Helen erupted, Edward’s wife Sarna strictly ordered her son not to associate with this Earl.

Everybody could see that Edward’s life was extended merely by the rare treasures his son had acquired.

When all he could do was return to his domain to await the outcome, little did he expect that William would eventually triumph.

Count Pelast thought that by bowing his head in submission to William and begging for mercy, he could be spared because he had merely been a cheerleader and had not been involved in many matters.

But who would have thought that a Crystal Mine would appear on his territory?

William was not a man of mercy. Not to mention that Edward’s family was actually to blame for young William’s troubles, just his relationship with Helen was enough for the Saral Royal Family to dislike him.

In the end, Count Pelast could only tragically follow Edward, and Helen’s death along the way made him tremble with fear.

Fortunately, Manton became a knight, and the Kral Clan also sent a team of Knight Squires to follow him.

The two groups who were exiled from the country did not receive the same treatment.

The Kral Clan had become an existence he absolutely couldn’t afford to offend.

Sarna had no choice but to save face for the Kral Clan, so that the Earl’s family could find refuge with Edward.

The money sent by Hill gave him a breather, allowing him not to have to sell off the heritage and resources in the castle.

Originally, as long as they found a safe place to settle, they could have built a new domain around Edward.

Unfortunately, the news from William’s side was worsening by the day. Watching Charles getting farther away, Edward, not wanting more misfortune, had no choice but to continue moving north.

The deeper they went into the Barbarian lands, the more ferocious the Magical Beasts became.

The Grand Knight Earl himself had to enter the fray and fight with the Magical Beasts.

That he only sustained serious injuries now was lucky for him.

Hill gazed at the vast grasslands flying past the Airship, thinking indifferently.

If he did not wish to arouse any suspicions, Hill would definitely not have concerned himself with this matter.

Just as Adrian had said, as a Mage, however indifferent, one must repay the debt of life.

Hill understood that he was not William, lacking the confidence to break some traditional rules.

Moreover, even William had to let go of the man responsible for young William’s death, Edward.

Many of the things William did were because he did not need the support of any nobles.

Many of the rules in this world are unspoken, tacitly agreed upon by everyone.

William, confident as the avatar of deities, could flip the table and loudly ask, "Are there any laws or regulations? Are there any divine oaths?"

None are here in my presence.

Hill was envious but knew he could not do the same.

And because the cost was far from reaching his bottom line, Hill did not feel any significant pain or discomfort.

However, as Hill gazed at the approaching Edward Camp, he hoped Count Pelast was aware, not to stir up something disastrous that would make him turn his back and leave.

Hill parked the ship above the camp, looking at the people who came out to watch, and asked softly, "Could you please tell me where Count Pelast’s tent is?"

A fully-armed knight below pointed in a direction, shouting loudly, "Manton! A Mage is here! Looking for your family!"

Looking down confusedly, Hill saw a tall knight approaching from the camp entrance. He removed his helmet and shaded his eyes to look up.

Manton, expressionless, nodded at Hill, "Long time no see, Hill.

I’ll show you the way."

He turned his head, giving a few instructions before mounting his horse to lead the way.

Hill felt that his past impression of Manton had completely faded.

In these years, it seemed he, too, had had a rough time, becoming a completely different person.

The Airship gently landed and transformed into a carriage, Hill invited the puzzled Manton, "Come in and sit?"

Manton shook his head, "I prefer to ride." He reached out to caress his horse, "Knights do not ride in carriages."

As he looked towards the carriage window, Hill, surprised, saw Manton couldn’t help but say, "Stop dwelling on the past."