The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 694: Volume 20: Wolves Lurking in the Mediterranean, - 2: Olympia Championship

Chapter 694: Volume 20: Wolves Lurking in the Mediterranean, Chapter 2: Olympia Championship

The realization struck Kamado like a clap of thunder, and he smacked his own head. So that was it! "I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Karadin, please forgive my suspicion. It turns out you’re in the service of Viscount Komer of Caucasus, hm, five hundred sets, it seems Mr. Karadin you’re highly trusted by Viscount Komer. To entrust such a big deal to you, Mr. Karadin, is no small feat."

Kamado eagerly expressed his apologies, realizing that the armor was prepared for the Half-beastman warriors of Caucasus, instantly dispelling his doubts.

It was no news that the Lord of Caucasus and Leon and his direct vassals were at odds, having already engaged in two wars. Furthermore, it appeared that the Lord of Caucasus had garnered the support of the Royal Family of the Kingdom of Nicosia. Reports suggested that the Kingdom of Nicosia had recently suffered an invasion by the Beastmen from the Northern Wilderness, narrowly avoiding a national catastrophe, which greatly weakened their strength. Perhaps the Lord of Caucasus now had to worry about the safety of his own territory, so a large order like this seemed normal. Nevertheless, all this had nothing to do with Sparta and its family; the more intense the wars in the North, the better. Only then would those Northerners think to come South to buy weapons and armor, for the so-called "standard" equipment of the North, when brought to the South, was considered fit only for beggars. Kamado never had any esteem for the rough goods of the North; compared to the exquisite and practical products of the South, those from the North were clunky and lacked aesthetic. Any true warrior would refuse to settle for such inferior gear.

"Hmm, Mr. Kamado, I’d like to know when I could receive this batch of equipment?" Komer was also eager to test the production capacity of this family from the Kingdom of Sparta, said to be second to none in the manufacture of war gear.

"Five hundred pieces of equipment is indeed too large a quantity, Mr. Karadin. I cannot give you an accurate response at the moment. Our family needs to contact the Sphinx family to check on their stock of refined iron sheets. If possible, I’d like to invite Mr. Karadin to our Sparta Kingdom’s capital, Athens City, for two reasons: first, to show Mr. Karadin the beautiful sights of our Sparta mainland, and second, to discuss the delivery times of these goods in detail in Sparta. Would you be able to take the time to visit?"

After a moment’s hesitation, Kamado dared not commit to the order immediately, considering the substantial number of five hundred sets of armor required the support of a raw material supplier. The main base of the Sphinx family was in Athens City, the capital of Sparta, so Kamado would also need to go to Athens City to discuss and confirm with the principal members of the Sphinx family.

"Athens City?" Komer hesitated; Athens City hadn’t been part of his travel plans. He had no overland trips planned, only wishing to tour the three great bays of the Southern Mediterranean. Yet, Athens City was deep inland; to the west from Patre, it was at least two hundred kilometers away.

"Mr. Karadin, there’s no need to worry. From Patre, you can take a boat and sail upstream along the Akmon River directly to Athens City. The journey only takes two days, and it’s very relaxing. Plus, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery along the riverbanks."

"Is that so? Well then, alright. But please, Mr. Kamado, arrange the timing well as I have other matters to attend to in the Corinthia Bay area." Komer ultimately accepted the invitation. After all, it was a rare opportunity to visit Sparta, and it seemed worthwhile to savor the extraordinary Spartan ambiance.

"Hehe, Mr. Karadin, you certainly won’t regret your trip to Athens City. The most famous Olympia Championship in the Southern Mediterranean will also be kicking off in a few days, at the base of the magnificent Mount Olympus. Representatives from all city-states and countries of the Southern Mediterranean will be attending this grand event; I’m sure you’ll be captivated by the breathtaking beauty there," Kamado said with pride and a smug look on his face, uplifting Komer’s spirits. Komer had long heard about the prestigious Olympia Championship, the most famous athletic competition of the Southern Mediterranean Region. In addition to various spectator sports, there were high-intensity military-style events such as gladiatorial combat, chariot racing, and horse racing, all favored by officials and nobles from various countries.

These attractive competitions were what made the Olympia Championship, which was held only once every four years and always at the circular stadium at the base of Mount Olympus, an actual comprehensive festival for countries and city-states of the Southern Mediterranean Region. The arrival of various officials and nobles, usually unable to gather together, also made Athens City the ideal location for negotiations and meetings.

The Olympia Championship, held every four years, had always taken place at the circular stadium at the foot of Mount Olympus, which was also a major factor in attracting numerous tourists to Sparta.

"Oh? The Olympia Championship is about to begin? Heh heh, I certainly can’t miss such a grand event," said Komer, with a radiant smile on his face. Witnessing a contest that could represent the athletic prowess of the Southern Continent was indeed a stroke of fate, and it seemed that officials and nobles from across the Southern Mediterranean were all set to gather in Athens City.

When the people of Caucasus received the magic message from the distant South, nearly everyone was aboil with excitement. No one had ever thought that Komer would appear in the Southern Mediterranean. They had no idea what had happened, but for now, knowing that Komer was safe and sound was all they needed.

Xerob and Uma were the first to prepare for traveling southward. The Southern lands were the stronghold of the Great Mysterium Sect, where not only could the Sect openly spread its teachings, but its underground influence was extraordinarily strong. Now that the Dark Lord had arrived at the southern dark headquarters, it proved that he always had some innate connection with the Dark Lineage. Xerob did not yet know what this connection signified. However, since the Dark Lord was in the South, it fell perfectly into the Great Mysterium Sect’s plans. Now they had ample time and opportunity to prove to the Dark Lord that the Dark Lineage was still towering unshaken on the Blue Continent, to let him feel how fertile and vibrant the soil for the Dark Holy Church’s survival was in the Southern lands, and to further solidify his determination to join the torrent of the revival efforts of the Dark Holy Church.

Uma, devoid of other thoughts, had a vague understanding of Xerob’s background. He was deeply moved by the relentless pursuit of the Great Mysterium Sect but due to his extreme admiration for Dark Emperor Kenifer III, he did not believe that branches like the Great Mysterium Sect, remnants of the dark past, were capable of shouldering the revival of the Dark Holy Church, unless they could secure the leadership of Komer, who had already transformed into Kenifer III’s alter.

To re-establish a glorious and great faith was not enough just by possessing powerful magic or secular strength. The ephemeral brilliance like that of a meteor streaking across the sky would only plunge the revival of the Dark Holy Church into a deeper and more prolonged silence. Building a sound and effective legacy system, cultivating more talents, and amassing a stronger force were all indispensable, and all of these required a great leader. In Uma’s eyes, no one but Komer was up to this task.

Uma had candidly exchanged views with the upper echelons of the Great Mysterium Sect, led by Xerob. Uma’s unique identity and the formidable dark power he demonstrated had also deterred the rather arrogant Mage Kings of the Sect, leading them to gain a deeper understanding of Uma’s opinions.

Without consulting Puber, Mikhailovich, and the others, Uma quietly departed southward with a group from the Great Mysterium Sect. They informed Puber and the rest just before they left. By the time Puber and the others learned of it, they were already on a ship sailing from Bahomon to the Mediterranean.

Puber was clueless about the origins of this group; he only knew they had some special connection with Komer. This connection was neither friendship nor partnership, somewhat resembling that between subordinates and something akin to an employer-employee relationship. However, any analysis of that relationship revealed its contradictions. Puber never expected these people to follow his orders, and he was just thankful as long as they didn’t trouble him.

That mysterious and flippant woman, Shatima, vanished without a trace as soon as she heard the news about Komer, without even saying goodbye. At that moment, no one had the mindset to bother about this woman who often acted impulsively. Usually a loner in Caucasus, she didn’t fit in with people like Grace, Eve, or Finitz. Instead, she seemed to get along with fierce individuals like Solonberg and Vladimir Koff. Her background remained a mystery—no one knew how she came into Komer’s life, except perhaps Rebry, who was now missing and seemed to have some understanding of her past. And now in Caucasus, no one could interfere with her actions.

Lome and Grace also promptly informed Puber of their decision to head south to the Mediterranean. And when Eve learned that they could make it in time to the most bustling, comprehensive sports event of the Southern Mediterranean—the Olympia Championship—she couldn’t contain her excitement and decided to join in. Naturally, the Elf girl Finitz wasn’t going to fall behind either.

This women’s travel group’s clamor to go south left Puber at his wit’s end. These women seemed to have some inexplicable relationship with the Boss. Traveling by sea from Mattdam to the Southern Mediterranean would take over half a month, passing through regions controlled by the Red-haired Witch Katerina. It was hard to say what could happen.

Fortunately, Komer’s second magic message resolved Puber’s dilemma. Apart from ordering his army to intensify training in anticipation of a potential crisis from the North, Komer only asked Hayreddin to head south as soon as possible to wait for him in Corinth City-State. And that way, the inexperienced women’s travel group naturally became Hayreddin’s followers.

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