âMarianne Food Chain?â Mr. John Meyers asked back in surprise. He was not surprised by the name, it was one of the largest food chains in Sand Rock Country. They only recruit people with weird abilities. So he is aware of them.
Then without minding too much about it, He promised Vincent to help both of them.
As there is no loss for Yellow River Academy to help out them. Because, the Marianne Food Chain is a neutral faction. It cares more about the business than other influential things.
After talking about a few trivial things, they ended their conversation.
To solve Vincentâs problem right away, He texted back to his colleague about the situation. He doesnât need to lift a finger, his colleague will handle it for him.
At the same time, he also sent some reminder reports with it about the rising Dark League activities in the Red Province of their country.
Mr. John Meyers checks his complexion by looking at his own reflection in the mirror.
He experienced some sense of relief by solving Vincent Careyâs issue. Such a good seedling, it would be a waste not to address his worries.
He did it solely because Vincent was enrolled in their Academyâs Special Program. Otherwise he wouldnât even remember his name. Because Vincent has only Middle level talent. Yet there were a lot of students with Top Grade Talent studying in their Academy.
Only the Top talent attracts Powerful Wizards eyes.
After checking his complexion, He decides to take a walk along the street for a while.
Time Progresses,
Late at night, Mr. John Meyers laid down on his bed after having a delicious dinner. He had already made up his mind to move out of the hotel after 2 hours.
As per his plan, Inorder to reach the wasteland near the Supreme Meteoritic Academy, he must reach Accreton City.
The Accreton City is one of the closest cities to the wasteland. And also it has the vast majority of the human population.
So he can cover his actions and do the investigations secretly.
âAccreton?â A light gleam flashes in his eyes as he thinks about the city. Then slowly he shut off his eyes to wait for the perfect time.
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BLUEWING HOTEL-Little Mint Town,
The old mage as a receptionist is sitting behind the reception desk and his gaze is constantly set on the street. From time to time he checks up on the time as he is waiting for someone or something.
Today, everyone in this bluewing hideout has important missions.
It can be said, they all have a collective mission.
Today at 12.20 PM Midnight,
A heavy loaded truck with relics will arrive at their Bluewing Hotel in Midnight.
The old mage wipes his sweat on his forehead as he thinks about the seriousness of this mission.
He slightly raised his head to see the rooftop. At first there was no powerful aura inside the hotel this morning. But everything had changed after noon.
People started coming by in the afternoon.
From their looks and posture, he can easily tell with his years of experience that they were all powerful mages. Since his level was low, he wasnât able to verify the exact Mage level of these people.
âSo far there have been 10 People came here since noon.â He thought to himself.
He has some guesses, as a lvl.2 Mage he sensed little of oppression from the first five people. He predicts they were all at level 2 but a little bit closer to the breakthrough.
Then in the evening time, the next group of people came. This time also the same 5 people came to the hotel, unknowingly he had sensed horrible oppression from them.
Though they didnât release their Mana Fluctuations, but as a Mage his instincts were spot on. So he guesses these new five people were level 3 Mages.
At this point of time, he had his own speculation in the mind. That these powerful Wizards belong to two separate groups. Gathering of such force in a short time indicates one thing, that something big is going to happen here in this Bluewing hotel.
Unknowingly, a while ago he overheard some of their conversation. Tremors ran through his heart as he understood the content of their conversation.
Mission? Thatâs when he came to know that this gathering is all about a midnight mission.
As he observes the yellow sky, he realizes that itâs already getting dark. In a few more hours, the mission will start.
What is the most strange thing is? He had received no task whatsoever even at this point of time. He has certain pride being lvl.2 Mage. So the old man couldnât digest the fact that no one told him anything.
Even Though he is old, he is obviously better than level 1 Wizards.
Shaking his head, He again sets his eyes on the street. Nothing can be done at this point. His superior is not in this hideout, otherwise he would have asked him.
Thinking about the package his eyes flashes with greed. âRelics?â He said in his heart with envy. He feels to dispatch 10 Powerful wizards for one load of trucks is really something serious. He even begins to suspect the existence of lvl 4 Mage in the hideout.
Looking back at the past, when did he last see such a powerful gathering? Certainly not in this barren town. The old mage sighed, he hopes to get some leftover relics, if there is any incident. Then with the help of some relics he can easily break through and reach level 3.
When the old mage was fanatising, he heard a loud sound from the hall room. Next moment, he retracted his mind from the imagination and gazed at the hallway.
âWhat are these 5 upto?â He muttered to himself. Other than human thugs there is no one inside the hall.
All those mages were staying on the second floor. If these guys unknowingly offend them, then no one will predict how they will die. The old man thought about warning the humans, so he stood up from his seat and walked towards the hall.
The other hand,
The 5 thugs were discussing something seriously among themselves.
âBoss, How did we end up in the street all of a sudden? Do you think itâs the work of the old mage?â The Scar faced thugs asked by looking at his boss.
When he uttered the words âold mageâ everyoneâs complexion changed.
The old mage they are referring to is certainly the old man sitting in the reception desk. They often have some beef with the old mage, but due to their Masterâs deterrence. The Old Mage wonât do anything to them.
Thinking about yesterdayâs event, the fatty boss couldnât help but suspect the old mage.
By observing 4 of his friendsâ complexions, he answered, âI do think itâs the work of the old man. Looks like he couldnât hold on to it anymore and finally wants to attack us. But we donât have any evidence to support our claim.â đđđïŒïœ
Another thug said, â Our Masterâs deterrence is not enough for him.â
The Scar faced thug gnashed his teeth and commented, âThe old Mage is really clever. Other than messing with our memory, He didnât even cause any injury to us. â
Next moment, he broke the wine glass in his hands due to frustration.
âWhat are you doing?â The fatty boss asked back in anger. He understands the moods of everyone but still this is the workplace of Mage. They canât act overbearingly otherwise 5 of them will end up in human experiments.
The Scar faced thug complexion turned pale by the sudden scolding. âSorry boss!â He uttered in a low tone. He too realizes that an old mage is sitting in the receptionist area. He hurriedly crouches down to collect the broken glass before the old mage comes up.
Seeing the activity of the friend, others also begin to help out. The Fatty Boss rubbed his big tummy by seeing all of this stuff.
âCreakâ the door opens,
The Old Mage stepped inside the hall and directly sized up the thugs with piercing eyes. Just as he walks up to them, he also peeks at the 2nd floor for fear of disturbing them.
His sudden action was also noticed by the fatty boss. âHmmmâ The Fatty boss gazes upstairs. He is also aware of the customers upstairs. But his actions only confused him further.
The other thugs immediately got back to their seat obediently by seeing the sudden appearance of the old mage.
The Old Mage sighed after glancing at the 2nd floor. Then his expression became stern seeing the group of thugs. âYou guys really wish to die.â He said with a cunning smile on his face.
Everyone shuddered seeing that wicked smile.
âYou..You, We will tell our Master.â The Scar faced thug stuttered by hearing the old mage words.
The Fatty Boss complexion becomes ugly by hearing the blatant threatening. Right now, everyoneâs doubt fades away, the old man is the one who messed up their memory yesterday.
The old mage didnât get surprised by the Scar faced thugâs words. He is pretty used to this.