The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 900: Volume 28: Long Spear Plows the Courtyard, - 17: Gift

Chapter 900: Volume 28: Long Spear Plows the Courtyard, Chapter 17: Gift

The failure of Seringe’s team caused Zellin much regret, as the strength of their opponents seemed to be beyond expectations. Zellin was quite aware of the capabilities of the three people from Seringe and the magicians from the Mage Guild. His own Nirvana Knights and Mage Corps might be slightly stronger in terms of overall power, but in terms of individual strength, they each had their own advantages.

This perfect attack failed to succeed, and the three from Seringe seemed to have vanished without a trace, which puzzled Zellin. If the three really perished because of this, the Bohemians could only direct their anger at the Homer People. And if they were captured, that would present the Homer People with a difficult problem to deal with, as the prideful Bohemians would not accept humiliation from others, even if they were at fault; they wouldn’t tolerate outsiders pointing fingers.

But no news has come from the Bohemians in Poznan so far, as if nothing had happened, which worried Zellin. The magician who escaped had confirmed that the three from Seringe were unlikely to have gotten away, but whether they were dead or captured remained unknown.

It was precisely because the true situation was unknown that Zellin felt uneasy; he did not know what their opponents were considering. There had been no changes at the frontlines, so logically, if the opponents really were aware of the identities of Seringe’s people, they should suspect his involvement, but this silent, peculiar situation was most curious. What exactly were the opponents planning?

"What did you say? Homer People? The Homer People of the Kingdom of Nicosia?" The young man’s face showed utter surprise at the mention of the visitors from afar, "Hmm, there’s an ongoing civil war in Nicosia, aren’t the Homer People, Poznan People, and Galle People at war? Warren, I recall correctly, don’t I?"

"Your Highness, your memory serves you well, they are indeed the emissaries of that presumptuous Homer usurper, but they are Gisa People, Su’erma of the Gran family," Count Warren, a faithful and honest man, nodded, "It seems Prince Blamonte wants to win the heart of Princess Vero, hence his very clear stance."

"Hmph, neglecting the kingdom’s interests for personal gain, isn’t father going to intervene in this matter?" The young man was evidently displeased.

"Your Highness, before any concrete information is available, His Majesty will not express his opinion on such matters. After all, Prince Blamonte is already the Crown Prince, and at many times, His Majesty has to consider Prince Blamonte’s prestige. As long as it’s not too outrageous, I believe His Majesty would not overly interfere," Warren said, his eyes twinkling, showing he was not as mediocre as he seemed on the surface.

"So you mean this emissary is going to bring us something interesting? Has my brother done something too outrageous?" Having lived in the palace for over twenty years, the young man had developed a sharp instinct, especially in political matters, unsurpassable by anyone—a fortune or misfortune inherent to being born into the Royal Family.

"I believe so, Your Highness, but the specifics would probably become clear after you’ve spoken in detail with this gentleman," Warren said.

"Gisa People! I despise the Gisa People, that lowly race should’ve been driven to the Mogan Wilderness or the Cordillera Wasteland, but a Gisa bringing me good news is an exception." Though he grumbled, it was evident that the young man was quite interested in his faithful retainer’s words.

"Your Highness, perhaps it’s best to control those pointless emotions. You need more people on your side," Warren shook his head.

"I understand, Warren. I wouldn’t behave like this in front of outsiders," the young man nodded, "Well, let’s invite our emissary inside."

The sharp-faced man who walked in gave a poor first impression. Despite being dressed properly, his constantly shifting eyes undermined all his efforts.

"Mr. Su’erma, this is Lord Doronny. I hear you have an urgent matter to discuss with His Highness, and I have arranged this opportunity for you. I hope you grasp it well, as His Highness doesn’t have much spare time," Warren said to the sharp-faced man, his tone polite yet domineering.

"Thank you, Count Warren, for your arrangement. Both my employer and I will remember Mr. Warren’s great kindness," said Mr. Su’erma, carefully bowing, "Respected and noble Lord Doronny, please allow me to convey the heartfelt blessings and greetings of Lord Komer, the Homer—Caucasus Lord of Nicosia."

"Oh, I appreciate Lord Komer’s concern, but my time is short, so please, Mr. Su’erma, get to the point," the young man said, clearly impatient and seemingly oblivious to the purpose of Su’erma’s visit.

The sharp-faced man bowed again, "Your Highness, please be patient, for what I’ve brought will surely interest you."

"Oh? I can’t imagine what from Nicosia could pique my special interest," said the young man, raising an eyebrow, now truly impatient.

"No, no, Your Highness, what I’ve brought is not a specialty of Nicosia, but of your kingdom," Mr. Su’erma replied, his smile resembling that of a triumphant fox, which was quite uncomfortable to witness.

"From my kingdom?" The young man and Warren both frowned, thinking this man must be foolish. Had he really travelled all this way just to bring a specialty from Bohemia?

"Yes, exclusive to your kingdom, nothing else," Mr. Su’erma nodded repeatedly.

"What is it?" The young man and Warren asked in unison, even Warren regretting having arranged such a meeting, possibly overreacting.

"Magic Knights, Bohemian Palace Magic Knights."

Both the young man and Warren exchanged blank looks, unsure if the man was insane. Did he not realize what he was saying? Offering Magic Knights of the Bohemian Palace as a gift, what did this mean? The young man and Warren were both completely baffled by the implications of his words.

Seeing their perplexed and bewildered expressions, the sharp-faced man remained composed, "Your Highness, there’s a long story behind this. Please, allow me to start from the beginning. I believe the topic will interest you more than anything else."

The two men, still puzzled, could only nod reluctantly in agreement. (To be continued. For further developments, please visit www.qidian.com, where there are more Chapters, support the author, support authorized reading!)