Chapter 48: Surging Darkness (IV)

Pinnerel and Danny were two magicians stationed at the Galic region’s branch of the Magicians’ Association. While their companions enjoyed red wine and rested, they were engaged in a highly dangerous mission.
A few days earlier, the Galic region’s branch had received a secret letter from the Imperial City of Sassen. The letter stated that a man named Agus would be coming to the Galic region soon, and the branch was instructed to keep an eye on him.
“Keeping an eye on” meant tracking him, and such actions were rare—usually, the Imperial City of Sassen would issue warrants to arrest certain individuals.
For this reason, Icarod Wes, the head of the Galic Magicians’ Association branch, assigned Pinnerel and Danny, his most capable subordinates. He believed that with their skills, they would be sufficient for this task…
Pinnerel and Danny shared the same belief. Although they weren’t royal magicians, they were confident that their strength was on par with that of the Sassen magicians. They always attributed their failure to become royal magicians to the fact that they were commoners. Well… actually, that was more or less true.
In recent years, although the empire had opened its doors wider to common students at the Riox Academy, the selection process for magicians in other regions still followed traditional criteria—strength, potential, reputation, status, and so on—all of which determined whether someone could advance to become a royal magician.
Pinnerel and Danny were undoubtedly among the strongest magicians in the Galic region.
When it came to the name Galic, most people in the empire might find it unfamiliar. Though it was also part of the empire’s northern border, it was far less well-known compared to Altak.
Some said that Altak’s soldiers were the bravest and most skilled warriors in the empire, with no obstacle capable of stopping them. These same praises applied to Galic’s soldiers as well. Although Galic’s soldiers weren’t as skilled in individual combat as those of Altak, they excelled in discipline. As soldiers, they were the most qualified—never questioning whether their commands were correct. All they had to do was obey!

If a commander lacks strength, he cannot lead the Altak soldiers. Yet such a commander can still command the Galk soldiers—even if he has no strength at all—as long as he remains the commander, the Galk soldiers will 100% carry out his orders.
Unfortunately, Galk seems to be unpopular among the Sasanian nobles. This is because Galk’s lord, the stubborn, conservative, rigid yet honest old count, Efray OGil, who has guarded the empire’s northern borders for decades, was promoted to marquis several times but was demoted repeatedly for angering the nobles in the imperial capital.
However, the nobles in the Sasanian capital can at most demote or strip this old man of his titles; they dare not go too far. This is because his reputation in Galk is unshakable, and the Sasanian nobles cannot guarantee they would remain as secure under a different lord—after all, they believe the barbarians in the north are even more unreasonable than that old man.
Of course, there are other reasons as well, such as rumors that the old man’s son has good relations with the Sasanian nobles…
As per the plan, after waiting on the borders of the Galk region for a day or two, the two magicians, Pinerel and Danny, found the target of their mission.
The man was around 28 or 29 years old, wearing a black coat, with a southern accent. He appeared lazy and harmless but was actually very dangerous—all of which matched the description of the man named Agus in the mission details.
The mysterious mage behind him also wore a large gray magical robe, just as described in the letter.
However, the armored warrior mentioned in the letter seemed absent…
Never mind, let’s follow them first!
Waving at his companion, Pinerel wrapped his gray robe around himself, and the two magicians quietly followed the targets of their mission.
It seemed to be going smoothly—the man named Agus didn’t seem to notice them at all. This relieved Pinerel, as the magical letters from the Sasanians described this man as something other than human, almost like a demon…
While Pinerel secretly criticized the incompetence of the Sasanians, he was puzzled to find that the two targets had no intention of entering the city. Instead, they headed toward sparsely populated areas in the northeast.
What were they going there for?

Having lived in Galk for over a decade, Pinel couldn’t claim to know this land perfectly well, but he was certainly familiar with it. In his memory, aside from a few villages that had been rebuilt after being abandoned, there was hardly any population in the northeast. Moreover, there were no special places or buildings there—just mountains, nothing but mountains…
Oh, there was the historically famous Skashio Mountains. Somewhere in those mountains lived a great hero—the Count of Lauri Consul, who protected the small kingdom of Ivan from barbarian attacks. But since the kingdom of Ivan became a vassal of the empire and came under Galk’s protection, this great hero had been gone for hundreds of years. Perhaps, after fulfilling his mission, he had gone to where he belonged…
Other than that, there was nothing else notable there…
What exactly did that man want?
Following those two targets, Pinel and Danny tracked them to the famous Skashio Mountains. At the foot of the mountains, they saw the two targets stop, seemingly discussing something…
“Argus, I don’t believe you haven’t noticed… Two guys have been following us for three days…”
“Don’t worry, my dear companion,” Argus said calmly, smiling as he brushed his messy hair back from his forehead against the strong mountain wind. “The empire is utterly corrupt, just like the so-called Royal Magic Association. Thinking that sending two insignificant pests to follow us will reveal our intentions? How naive! But I’m in a very good mood today, so I won’t bother with those little bugs. Let them follow. When I’m in a bad mood someday, I can use them to vent my anger…”
“Hmph, you really have a good temper…” The necromancer Pule shook his head speechlessly, then glanced around, especially at the famous Skashio Mountains not far away, and said strangely, “Simonli left you to search for that so-called Lelajin four or five days ago. Any news?”
“Don’t worry, Pule. I trust Simonli just as much as I trust you…”
“Should I thank you for trusting me so much?”
“Hahaha,” Argus laughed heartily before saying in a deeper tone, “Don’t worry, my dear companion. Clark may be a bit impulsive, but he’s not reckless. He knows his limits and won’t mess things up… Though I heard Lelajin seems to have a rather bad temper…”

“Hmph!” Poole shook his head helplessly, then glanced behind him and frowned. “I still don’t like being watched. Since you’re not in the mood, let me take care of those two little bugs. If they find out your intentions, that could be troublesome!”
“It’s our common goal, my dear companion!” Argus corrected Poole with a light laugh, shrugging indifferently. “Though I don’t think killing them will stop other mages from tracking us… Well, fine. I was planning to keep them around to play with later when I’m in a bad mood.”
“You really are beyond my understanding…” Poole shook his head helplessly. Just as he was about to turn around to deal with the two pursuers behind him, a hand rested on his shoulder. Then, Argus spoke in a deep voice, “Forget those two bugs. Clark’s in trouble!”
“What? Simmonly?” Poole stared at Argus in shock. In his memory, that self-proclaimed Dark Knight demon not only led a powerful undead army but also possessed unparalleled strength. He doubted he could even defeat such a guy, so how could he be in trouble?
Though surprised, Poole didn’t think Argus was lying to him, because as Argus himself said, he would never deceive or hide anything from those he trusted.
“Go, about twelve miles northeast!”
“Got it. This is frustrating…” Poole shook his head helplessly. He took out a wand from his pocket. As he murmured an incantation, a purple glow appeared on the ground beneath their feet. Soon, a hexagonal magic circle took shape. As the circle formed, pairs of pale skeletal arms emerged from the ground, slowly pulling the two of them into the magic circle.
In just a few breaths, before Pinerel and Danny could react, the two targets had disappeared…
“Oh, damn! This is a necromancer’s secret technique… What’s going on? We were so careful… Could they still have found us?” Danny asked in surprise.
“No,” Pinerel said thoughtfully, shaking his head. “I don’t think they’ve found us yet. Otherwise, according to what those guys said in the letter, we would have been killed by now… I think they might have found the target of this mission… What are they looking for in such a desolate place?”

“Well…” Danny glanced around hesitantly, frowning. “Then where have they gone now?”
“This kind of magic isn’t as good as space teleportation. They can’t have gone far; they must still be nearby!” As he spoke, Pinner cautiously scanned the surroundings. Suddenly, the ground shook violently, followed by a loud crash.
“What… what’s going on?” Danny asked in shock, supporting himself on the ground.
Pinner stared intently toward the northeast, then pointed and said in a low voice, “Can you feel it? There’s a very strong magical reaction there. Argus and the others must have gone there. Let’s go!”
“Hmph… It can even shake the ground. What an incredible power… Damn it!”
Meanwhile, relying on Poole’s magic, Argus arrived at a location about ten miles northeast in an instant, complaining nonstop.
“Oh, damn it, my dear companion. I really don’t want to say it, but this kind of travel is absolutely terrible. Next time…” But before he could finish complaining, he suddenly sensed something, turned sharply, and was shocked to see a giant creature charging at him. Before he could react, there was another crash, and along with that creature, Argus was smashed deep into a nearby mountain wall.
“Sim… Simmonley?” Poole, with his sharp eyes, recognized the true identity of the creature that had hit Argus. Hearing Simmonley’s pained groans as he was buried in the mountain wall, Poole slowly turned around and was stunned to see a human-like figure standing not far away…
Hmph… He had a decent appearance, the kind that would make noblewomen scream. Unfortunately, his eyes were too sharp—like those of a vulture staring intently at its prey…
He held a long bow as tall as an ordinary person in one hand and a spear-like arrow in the other, which contrasted sharply with his slender frame.
He looked indifferently at Simmonley buried in the mountain wall and said calmly, “Your strength isn’t as convincing as you claim, Simmonley. Weaklings have no right to demand anything from the strong! I thought you understood this principle… Remember, until you defeat me, you have no right to order me around! Even if it was you who freed me from that little bottle…”
“Umm… umm…” Hearing Simmonley’s pained groans in the distance, Poole could hardly believe that such a powerful Dark Knight had been defeated by a seemingly unremarkable archer, and seemingly quite easily at that…

“Guh…” Subconsciously, Poole swallowed hard, feeling that the man not far away had noticed him.
“Who are you? Are you with that guy? A human?”
“I…” Before Poole could respond, a voice filled with suppressed anger interrupted him.
“That guy… I am Clark Simmonly, the commander of the undead army! Lelarkin, you damned fool, you’ve made me extremely angry!”
Poole turned to look and saw Simmonly surrounded by an ominous black mist, struggling to free his body from the mountain wall. From within his horned helmet, a pair of angry eyes stared fixedly at the archer not far away.
“I’ll kill you, Lelarkin!”
“Hmph,” Lelarkin shook his head indifferently in response to Simmonly’s anger. “You should know the gap between us, Simmonly. Though rankings don’t reflect our true strength, they do represent our innate abilities. In the face of my arrows that never miss, you’re nothing but a moving target, Simmonly!”
“You bastard!” Snarling at Lelarkin, Simmonly conjured two black vortices in his hands, from which two obsidian knight swords appeared.
“Oh? Still want to fight?”
“I’ll kill you, you jerk!” Roaring, Simmonly swung his two swords at Lelarkin.
“Still impulsive but not reckless? Still doesn’t mess things up?” Poole shook his head in disbelief, then glanced toward the mountain wall and hurried over. There, Argus was buried deep in the rocks, completely motionless…
“Hey, Argus, get up! Stop pretending to be dead—we’re in trouble!”
“Pretending to be dead?” Argus grunted from within the mountain wall. “Try it then.” With a few cracks, he struggled free, rubbing his shoulder and saying irritably, “Where’s that bastard Clark?”
“That brute?” Poole sneered and pointed in the distance.
Argus glanced in the direction Poole indicated and saw Simmonly and Lelarkin locked in fierce combat. Amidst the roaring noises and debris, two dark figures could be seen fighting violently.
“Impressive. He managed to put Clark on the back foot for a moment. I really like the power of this demon god…” Watching the battle, Argus licked his dry lips with a hint of delight. Suddenly, his expression hardened as he reached out abruptly.

The moment he reached out, a massive figure broke through the thick dust and flew toward Argus.
“I told you, Simmonley, you’re no match for me!”
After a cold laugh, Lelarkin stepped out of the dust. Seeing what was outside, he showed some surprise. He saw a strange man in a black coat, holding Simmonley’s massive body in one hand and smiling at him, saying, “Your strength is impressive, Lelarkin!”
After a long silence, Lelarkin raised his long bow and pointed it at Argus, frowning. “I can sense an unfathomable power within you, human. Are you working with this guy?”
By then, Simmonley had recovered from Lelarkin’s heavy blow and said, somewhat ashamed, “I’m sorry, my master. I’ve disappointed you…”
“Master?” Looking at the strange man who had easily set Simmonley down, Lelarkin’s expression turned serious as he frowned. “Simmonley, you’ve fallen! You actually admit a human as your master!”
As soon as Lelarkin finished speaking, Argus waved his hand and smiled. “No, no, no. Although he calls me his master, I’ve always seen him as my companion. Hehe. Also, don’t you think it’s boring to judge a person by their status? The strong are called strong not because of their status, but solely because of the power they possess, right?”
After staring at Argus deeply, Lelarkin put away his long bow and nodded. “Indeed, you’re right! I can sense that you possess great power. You’re not an ordinary human. So… human strongman, since you’ve asked Simmonley to release me from that small bottle, do you plan to make me your subordinate like him?”
“Hmm…” Argus lowered his head and thought for a moment before saying, “Actually, that’s exactly what I plan. Of course, I still need to ask your opinion!”
“My opinion doesn’t matter,” Lelarkin shook his head, speaking coldly yet sincerely. “The weak yielding to the strong is a law that hasn’t changed in this world for thousands of years.” With that, he held his long bow and pointed it at Argus, saying calmly, “As long as you have enough strength to defeat me, I’ll obey any of your orders. But I must remind you—my abilities are different from that fool over there. Once hit by my arrow, the wound will never heal. You’ll just have to wait until your blood runs out and you die, while the wound continues to fester…”

“Ah, what a terrifying ability,” Argus exclaimed, then shrugged and said, “Then just don’t let them hit you, right?”
“Hmph,” said Lelajin, stroking his long bow with a light laugh, “Many people think that way…”
“Master,” Simonli said softly, standing up while holding his chest, “Although I sometimes hate this guy’s arrogance, I must admit that compared to that damned pigeon, I admire him even more. His abilities are extremely powerful—he not only has a special talent for starting wars but is also outstanding in battle. Once caught in his gaze, no matter where you run, you can’t avoid his arrows. His strength and speed far surpass mine. This is Lelajin, the fourteenth-ranked demon god among us!”
“Once caught in his gaze, you can’t avoid his arrows?” Argus stared in shock at Lelajin in the distance and shook his head. “It seems none of those guys will survive…”
“You’re right, human,” Lelajin said with a faint smile, pointing at Argus. “And… I’ve already released an arrow as long as a spear.”
“Try to dodge it, human…” As Lelajin spoke, a faint milky light appeared on the arrow. Then, with a whoosh, the arrow moved at a speed faster than lightning—indeed, faster than even lightning—creating a crackling sound as it sliced through space.
“Argus, be careful…” Pur was the first to warn Argus, knowing full well that this guy was no ordinary person. But the next moment, he was stunned—along with Simonli and Lelajin himself.
The arrow, moving at a speed capable of cutting through space, stopped right in front of Argus because an arm had firmly grasped it.
With an expression of disbelief, Argus held the spear-like arrow in his left hand and said with a laugh, “It’s really strong, huh? I guess none of the guys you’ve met before tried something like this, did they?” Then, with a sudden forceful push, he crushed the arrow to pieces.
“If I can’t avoid it, then I’ll just destroy it…”
That casual remark left Lelajin speechless for a moment.
He had long realized that this man possessed great dark power, but he never expected that his own most proud ability would seem so utterly insignificant in the eyes of this person…

Not even the most powerful weapons could defeat their opponents—so could speed and strength alone allow him to beat the man before him? Lelarkin got an answer to this question within just ten minutes: no! As one of the top fifteen demon gods, Lelarkin’s abilities and strength were beyond comparison to those of the others ranked below him, yet that man alone, with his formidable physique, was enough to make him submit… “Ahahaha, the wound from last time has just healed, and now this…” Watching the boy casually wipe the blood seeping from the horrible scar on his chest, Lelarkin hesitated for a moment before standing up, walking over to Argus, kneeling on one knee, and speaking in a low voice, “Your immense power deserves my submission. Master, Karl Lelarkin is willing to obey any of your commands until you are killed—or by me…” “Ahahaha, what a terrifying oath of loyalty, though quite honest…” Smiling, Argus helped Lelarkin up and said, “I accept your challenge anytime, anywhere. Well, if you fail, I won’t punish you. I appreciate your style, but to be honest, you’re still far from me…” “Yes, master!” Satisfied with Argus’s promise, Lelarkin seemed pleased with his master’s tolerance. Glancing at the pile of rocks not far away, he asked doubtfully, “But master, I wanted to ask—those two humans over there are also your companions?” “Them?” Argus, as if able to hear the rapid and faint heartbeat coming from behind the rocks, said mockingly, “They’re just two little insects…” “Is that so?” Seeming to understand Argus’s meaning, Lelarkin slowly stood up and said in a cold tone, “Then let your subordinate deal with these two little insects for you…” Shrugging indifferently, Argus said, “As you wish!” After getting Argus’s reply, Lelarkin glanced at the pile of rocks and took an arrow from his quiver at his waist… All of this was clearly seen by Pinel and Danny, who were hiding behind the rocks… “Bad! They’ve noticed us!” Originally, neither Pinel nor Danny thought these guys were as terrifying as described in the magic letter, but after witnessing those scenes of inhuman combat—could humans really do such things?

After witnessing the terrifying power of Argus and the others, they now didn’t even have the courage to stand in front of them. The only thing they could do was tell the branch leader everything they had seen, so he could pass it on to the Sassan Empire’s capital…
With a whoosh, the magician named Danny soared into the air, gliding like a bird. In the blink of an eye, he became just a small black dot. But the next second, a scream came from afar as the magician plummeted from the sky, landing in a forest of trees and scattering birds in panic.
“Clap, clap, clap!” Argus applauded in approval as he watched from afar. “Just as the legends say—right in the heart. Perfect. Well done, Kars!”
“Can the master see it too?” Lelajin asked, with a hint of confusion.
“Hehe, I can only see it. I can’t do it myself…” He glanced at the pile of rocks and chuckled. “There’s also a little bug over there. This guy is quite brave, daring to stay here. Kill him, Kars!”
Unexpectedly, Lelajin looked embarrassed. While Argus was puzzled, Simonli sneered, “That guy’s arrows can only target those he sees. As for those he doesn’t see… hehe!” With that, he swung his obsidian knight sword in a fierce strike. With a loud crash, through the swirling debris and dust, Pinel appeared, staring at Argus and the others with terrified eyes. The next second, as a flash of white light, he disappeared…
“Tch, damn it! He used space displacement to escape…” Argus tapped his forehead in frustration. Next to him, Pur said calmly, “There’s no need to worry too much, Argus. If I’m right, those two are probably from the local magic association branch. That guy isn’t strong enough to return to the branch from here—he’s likely dead in some spatial rift…”
“That’s just likely. What if he somehow escapes? Damn it, I was too careless. Now we’re in trouble…” Argus muttered in annoyance. When he looked up, he saw Lelajin drawing another arrow. “There won’t be any trouble, master. I’ve already seen what he looks like…”
With a look of surprise and astonishment, Argus watched as Lelajin shot another arrow. After being fired, the arrow miraculously changed direction and rushed toward the southwest…
According to legend, once spotted by the archer Lelajin, no one could escape his arrows, no matter where they fled.

Meanwhile, in the lord’s castle at Tav in the Galic region, where the branch of the Mage Association was located…
With a flash of white light, Piner appeared above the Mage Association branch, looking terrified, and shouted, “Branch leader, branch leader, there’s—”
As he spoke, he suddenly felt weak all over, especially in his heart, which was pounding with pain. Looking down, he was shocked to see the iron head of an arrow…
Piner struggled to turn his head and saw the feathers at the end of the arrow—it was a very long and thin arrow, as long as a spear…
“That’s impossible. I’ve already…”
“Bang!”
“Ah! Piner? Piner? Branch leader, Piner is dead! Branch leader!”
Chaos ensued at the Mage Association branch.
Meanwhile, in the Skarsio Mountains…
Lerajin, who had been waiting with closed eyes for a full minute or two, suddenly opened his eyes and said calmly, “He’s dead!”
“Clap, clap!” Agus applauded with clear admiration on his face. “Well done, Kars! To be honest, I wasn’t too optimistic about Lerajin’s combat skills at first. All I cared about was his special ability to start wars. But now I understand just how terrifying that ability is.”
Anyone who had been seen by Lerajin, no matter where they fled, could not avoid the arrows he shot. Using such an ability to assassinate opponents was truly… magnificent, absolutely magnificent!
“Thank you for your praise!” Lerajin didn’t show much joy at Agus’s compliments. Perhaps to him, it was only natural—maybe it had something to do with his personality.
“Did the master just say to stir up chaos in Galic?”
“No, no, no,” Agus shook his head and patted Lerajin’s shoulder. “I’ve changed my mind. It would be a shame to use you to start a war. Your abilities should be used for more important purposes—like killing that most influential old count in Galic… Hehe, hahaha. Don’t you agree, Pur, my dear companion?”

“Hmph!” With a light laugh, Purl nodded and said, “Rumors say that Efray OGil is the most beloved lord among the Gallics, yet despised by the imperial nobles. Moreover, this old fellow enjoys considerable prestige even among the barbarian tribes—though that only shows how desperate they are to kill him… The empire’s borders aren’t as peaceful as the rumors suggest. For at least the past decade, the barbarians have repeatedly tried to cross the Skashi-O Mountains, but because of Efray OGil’s presence, they’ve never succeeded. Once that old fellow dies, the entire northeast of the empire will fall into chaos!”
“Haha, well said. But chaos alone isn’t what I want,” Agus said, pulling his black coat tighter against the mountain wind and sneering. “I heard that those vermin in Sassen keep delaying payment of Gallic’s military funds.”
“Yes. It’s because that old fool Efray OGil is too stubborn and inflexible, unwilling to cater to Sassen’s nobles. That’s why they withhold the funds for long periods each year—sometimes even a whole year. If someone else were the lord, I think Gallic wouldn’t be so peaceful now…”
“Good,” Agus said coldly, whispering. “Have Gli from Sassen investigate when the empire will send the military funds to Gallic and which noble is in charge of it. I remember Gli saying that Prince Gran is trying to win over Gallic in secret, right? Tell Gli to remind Prince Gran to stay out of this from now on, or he’ll end up in trouble!”
Frowning, Purl pondered for a moment before saying in surprise, “Agus, do you mean…”
Before he could finish, Agus sneered, “Hmph. I’ve heard of Efray OGil’s temper too. That old fellow is a staunch supporter of the royal family. The current king of Sassen isn’t dead yet—how could that fat man possibly try to buy him over? Ah… Tell Prince Gran to leave Gallic alone from now on, unless he wants to be hated by the Gallics too…”
Nodding as if suddenly understanding, Purl said tentatively, “You mean assassinate Count Efray OGil while the empire is sending the funds? But no noble idiot would be that foolish, right?”

“Did I say which noble fools I need help from? Hehe, just kill one noble in advance and take on his appearance—some farce between Saxon nobles and local lords… Hey, it’s really simple!”
“Hmm… Rumor has it that Efray OGil is a very orthodox knight who’s always biased against magic, so there aren’t any mages in his castle… This method might work…” Purl nodded and said in a deep voice, “I’ll contact Hampa right away and ask him to investigate this.”
“No need to rush,” Argus said, turning in a different direction and smiling at the distance under Purl’s puzzled gaze. “Hey, I have a feeling that I might meet that guy again soon… Hehe!”
“That guy?” Purl asked inexplicably. “Who?”
“Haven’t I told you?” Argus said with a teasing expression and a light laugh. “The guy who refused to be my companion!”
Under Purl and Lelarkin’s bewildered looks, Simon seemed to remember something and said angrily, “The master is talking about that damned werewolf? If he dares to be rude to the master again, I’ll kill him!”
“No, no, no,” Argus said, waving his finger gently and smiling. “The strong have their dignity. I can tolerate all his rudeness, just like with Karl…”
“Thank you, master, for your tolerance!”
“Hehe, sometimes he really isn’t my favorite, but sadly, neither I nor you can kill him completely. Alas! It’s sad. Since we can’t kill him completely, we can only avoid confronting him. Ideally, we’d have that guy become one of our companions as well. Tsk tsk tsk… Gungro, the legendary one who devoured 240,000 souls—the most powerful werewolf in history, Jean Connel… The power he possesses often excites me…”
“T-240,000 souls? He devoured 240,000 souls?” Purl, clearly aware of Gungro’s terrifying nature, was stunned.
“Hehe, to this day, only that guy makes me feel powerless…” Argus shook his head helplessly with a teasing expression. “But I know that guy has a weakness… Well, although we can’t kill him, we might be able to turn him into one of our companions… Hehe!”
Watching Argus’s confident demeanor, Purl sneered and said, “Do you know where he is now?”

Argus shook his head and then said with great confidence, “But I’m sure he will definitely come to Galic. All we need to do is wait for him here—maybe a month, maybe two months, maybe half a year…”
“Hah, so what are we going to do here during that time?” Pul shook his head and reminded him, “Don’t forget, Argus, we’re still wanted by the authorities!”
“Hmm, that’s indeed a problem… How about this? To keep those people busy, Lelarkin, go and start a few uprisings in the nearby areas. Draw those annoying Sassanians away from us. I’ll call you when I need you…”
“Yes, master!”
Meanwhile, at the border of the Galic region…
Two magicians and a dozen Galic soldiers were surrounding a man in a black coat…
“What? Argus? Hmph! You’ve got the wrong person. My name is Jean Connel!”