The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 401: Volume 8 Gathering of the Storms - 3 Source of Disaster_2

Chapter 401: Volume 8 Gathering of the Storms Chapter 3 Source of Disaster_2

Three horse-drawn carriages glided lightly onto the dock along the spacious road. Except for the first carriage, which bore a lively bear head emblem on its door, the other two were plainly commercial carriages, unmistakable in their ordinariness. Such carriages could be rented at will in every city. In addition to accommodating a good number of passengers, the concave luggage rack at the top could hold lots of luggage. The extended carriage, if squeezed, could fit more than eight people, which was, of course, where servants and attendants rode.

"Gentlemen, please get on the carriages. It’s over two hundred miles from Mattdam to Ugru, and we’re estimated to arrive tomorrow. We’ll have to camp for the night, so please be mentally prepared," Ilot said with a sinister snicker. These self-proclaimed nobles have probably never experienced camping in the wild, he mused; it was a shame that there weren’t any Magical Beasts around here. If one or two appeared at night, they would surely scare these elegantly dressed wretches into a pitiful state.

Komer couldn’t help but feel an indescribable sensation flowing through him as he watched the girl wandering in the flower garden outside the window. He surprised himself with the sudden emergence of such a thought in his heart, especially since he thought he’d stopped believing in emotions after that incident. Komer found that ever since the girl had arrived, his mood had unconsciously brightened considerably. Often, he even thought about putting aside his tedious work to fully enjoy his time with this girl. Spring in the Caucasus, unlike the still chilly springtime of the kingdom, resembled the early summer in other regions. A single layer of clothing was sufficient, and the vigorous vitality of the outdoors in spring was intoxicating. Horseback riding, walking, climbing, and hunting – what leisurely pursuits. If there were no such troublesome matters, how wonderful it would be to live this way forever. Unfortunately, happiness is always short-lived; perhaps it’s only the prolonged troubles that make people appreciate the preciousness of happiness.

At last, the quests of Rebry and his fellow adventurers achieved a breakthrough. The unimpressive-looking Mage actually managed to calculate the position of the switch within the clip wall. Komer had to admit Rebry had some background. He seemed to have quite extensive connections within the Mage Society of the Blue Continent. Not only did he have an amicable association with many Mages of dark tendencies, but more impressively, he was also intimately associated with quite a few Mages from the Church of Light. Sometimes Komer even wondered if Rebry was hiding some unknown power behind him, but after careful observation and deliberation, he ultimately dismissed this conjecture. Such a Mage would be difficult to control by any single power, and if he were indeed employed by some force, his behavior would in no way be as extraordinarily bizarre as it was. Out of countless humans, there comes diversity; as beings of spirit, humans are inherently full of uniqueness and variability. You cannot measure others by your own standards.

The preparations for opening the clip wall were ready; now it only awaited Komer’s agreement to activate the switch, and then to decrypt any Magic Array and Physical Attack that might exist behind the wall. Rebry’s group all believed that a sequence of such mechanisms would undoubtedly hide many secrets. If they managed to open it completely, even if they couldn’t find any traces of those spectral beings, they were certain to uncover other gains. Everyone was eager to try, especially the several Mages, who had already developed an endless interest in Damarlinsk Castle. Believed to be the work of the Miranda family, Dwarves renowned for building underground palaces, the castle indeed filled them with anticipation.

However, Komer had little mind to ponder this issue at the moment. The arrival of Hoffman and Tracy’s party had added infinite troubles for him. According to the news from Mattdam, they had already landed there and were en route to Ugru. But the message delivered by Two Lightning Horse Knights, indicating that the Church of Light’s special envoy from Bishop Tulado of the Homer region would soon visit the Caucasus to discuss the Church’s missionary activities there, has left Komer even more troubled. The continuous stream of complicating affairs, coupled with the increasingly chaotic situation to the north in Leon, left Komer not knowing how to cope. It seemed as though all the storms from all directions were converging on the Caucasus, threatening to overwhelm Komer’s shoulders.

And then there was Vero, who seemed unaware of her past with Tracy. However, the arrival of Tracy could potentially stir up a storm, and Komer did not wish for Vero to become entangled in this. Conspiracy and love have never been on the same boat; once love is tainted with politics, it completely degenerates into dirty transactions or plots. Even though Komer realized that he was rapidly falling from grace in this mundane world, he still wanted to retain a sanctuary within the depths of his mind.

Alone in the dark chamber, it had been a long time since Komer felt such an unbearable restlessness. He had never been an ascetic; even during his exile, he had his fair share of indulgences. But after arriving in the Caucasus, his work and Cultivation had filled all his time to the brim, leaving him no choice but to delegate the social gatherings to Puber. He did not even get to meet the so-called high society women of the Caucasus. Months had passed in such dullness, and even Vero’s arrival did not make him feel any different. But now everything seemed to have changed, all because of her arrival.

"Sir, Princess Tracy, Princess Renta, and Prince Hoffman are waiting for you in the living room," announced the guard, jolting Komer back to reality. Scenes of the past washed over him like a tide over the sand, then slowly receded. He had weathered countless storms over the years, but those scenes never faded with time. Smiling wryly and shaking his head, Komer realized just how naive and immature the old him was. But now, he had accepted that he was not the man he used to be; he was now Kennifer III, a man who had been immersed in the political quagmire for decades. Many things could be roughly surmised with just a little thought.

"Your Highnesses, county master, the Caucasus is remote and desolate with modest conditions. If you had a poor night’s sleep, please forgive us," said Komer, standing before the trio, his usual courteous demeanor fully restored. He was clad in a traditional Nicosia robe, devoid of any markings or emblems, which made it seem quite simple.

"Haha, Your baron, you are too modest. The change in the Caucasus over just a year or so is indeed beyond our expectations. Although I have never been to the Caucasus, I’ve heard about what it used to be like. Grand Duke Philip is truly insightful to have recognized such talent, bestowing this land upon you, Your baron; it’s the perfect utilization. You, Your baron, will also break the curse that none of the previous lords could stay in the Caucasus for more than a year. These facts all prove that you are indeed the true master of the Caucasus," said the other party with a hearty laugh, showing no signs of ulterior motives. Komer carefully speculated their intentions, noting that this fellow was somewhat clever to play such a hand, but it seemed that Philip had already noticed this as well, with Tracy sticking closely by as clear proof.