strictlysupreme Chapter 27 Almost Started the Feast
Chapter 27 Almost Started the Feast
Kevin lowered his head and remained silent.
He forcefully shook off his father's hand, grabbed the cloak from the chair, and walked back to his inner room without looking back.
Kevin's father's reprimand did not bring him to his senses; instead, it was like pouring cold water into a boiling oil pan, causing his jealousy and hatred towards Rom to reach its peak.
Kevin sat on the edge of the bed, covering his burning cheeks, his heart filled with a venomous rage.
"Father was fooled by that kid's superficial charm!"
Kevin mentally reviewed every detail of last night.
"He doesn't even have a mage's badge; he hasn't received any formal magical education. How could an apprentice who does odd jobs for an old man on the border possess such extraordinary magical power?"
"I remember... when I was a child I heard people say that decades ago, there was a terrible black wizard riot near Blackrock Town!"
And that Hamelin, too, is a strange old man of unknown origin and eccentric personality!
"So... that Rom must have learned some kind of evil dark sorcery that requires sacrificing flesh and blood or cutting off lifespan! There's absolutely no doubt about it!"
Kevin gritted his teeth and secretly swore:
"Alright, I'll write a secret letter! I'll send it to the Red Dragon City Mage Guild headquarters to expose him! I'll have the guild send an 'Arbitrator' to tie this country bumpkin black wizard to the stake and burn him to ashes in public!"
The thought of Rom's nonchalant demeanor on the city wall tonight, and the adoring look Elena gave him, made Kevin feel like his heart was being torn apart, and he grew angrier the more he thought about it.
"If you thought so highly of that country bumpkin, why did you pretend to treat me last night?!"
"You bitch!"
Kevin roared and, as if possessed, ripped off the bandages wrapped around his shoulder, revealing a bloody, mangled wound.
He quickly chanted an incantation, and soon a fireball gathered in his palm.
At that moment, he forgot the pain.
He wanted to use his own way, through pain, to remind himself of the shame of tonight!
Kevin's eyes hardened, and he decisively brought the fireball close to the wound, attempting to burn it over with the high temperature.
"Sizzle... crackle and pop!"
The sound of burning flesh echoed in the room.
The smell of something burning wafted over, mixed with a hint of roasted meat.
Kevin's fierce expression froze instantly a fraction of a second after the fireball touched his skin.
Then it quickly turned into a deathly pale white.
After the effects of the Holy Healing spell wore off, he finally felt the extreme pain again with crystal clarity... even amplified tenfold.
"Awooo—!!"
Upon hearing the commotion, which sounded like a pig being slaughtered, the old servant rushed over.
"Young Master, what... what's wrong?"
"It smells so good... Young Master, are you eating barbecue in the house so late at night?"
"..."
"Eat your head, my foot!"
Kevin rolled on the ground in pain, clutching his charred shoulder and screaming:
"Hurry! Hurry to the mage's attic... and ask Elena to heal me!!"
...
The next morning.
The heavy snow has finally stopped.
After having a hearty breakfast in their guest room, Rom and Jack bid farewell to the grateful guards. The heavy city gates, which had been closed all night, slowly opened, and the two left Silver Town.
After last night's battle, the monsters seemed to be frightened and never dared to bother us again.
Reaching the wilderness outside the town, Rom grabbed Jack by the back of his collar, and with a slight thought, consumed 4 points of computing power to cast the [Windwalk] spell on both of them simultaneously.
"Let's go. The old man's probably getting impatient."
The two sped across the snowfield like a gentle breeze, their figures receding into the distance.
On the towering walls of Silver Town, the blonde girl in white robes stood silently until the two figures completely disappeared on the horizon.
...
By the time they were halfway there, it was already completely light.
After a night of wind and snow, the surrounding area was filled with towering trees covered in white snow, and the wilderness was quiet.
Suddenly, a low roar came from the depths of the woods not far away.
"It's a monster."
Jack, who was enjoying the thrill of "flying close to the ground," twitched his ears. Instead of being afraid, he showed a hint of excitement on his face.
Since witnessing Romu's methods firsthand, his fear of magical beasts has greatly diminished.
Jack rubbed his hands together, his eyes shining, and suggested...
"How about we go hunt those magical beasts on the way? You saw them last night, those magic crystals are extremely valuable hard currency!"
We can take this to Red Dragon City later and exchange it for all sorts of high-level potions and chests of gold! With your magical power, we can easily clear out an entire forest!
I'll be your assistant, responsible for skinning and mining magic crystals. As long as I get a small share of the "labor fee," we'll definitely make a fortune this time!"
Despite feeling the cold wind blowing in his face from the Windwalk spell, Romu did not slow down at all.
He turned his head, gave Jack, who was lost in his get-rich-quick dreams, a look that suggested he was an idiot, and uttered a few words indifferently:
"No, let's go back to Blackrock Town first."
"Oh..." Jack's dream of getting rich was shattered instantly, and his face showed his disappointment, but he dared not have any objections.
After all, only Rom possessed the means to hunt magical beasts; he was merely a flatterer.
In fact, Luo Mu had considered using this method to farm magic crystals and accumulate computing power.
However, the risk is too great.
The world is still full of unknowns for him.
Having encountered monsters twice, he not only witnessed the cunning of the Icefield Wolf, which far surpassed that of wild beasts, but also the overwhelming number of monsters that attacked the city last night.
In the wilderness, without city walls and defensive formations to protect you, who can guarantee that the monsters you encounter in the forest are either one or two lone stragglers or a large herd of hundreds or thousands of beasts that have come out in full force?
If there are a few high-level magical beasts inside, and my computing power is exhausted, I'll have nowhere to run and I'll be completely doomed.
Therefore, without a definite chance of success, Rom doesn't plan to provoke any wild monsters for the time being.
...
It was afternoon.
After a long drive, Rom finally saw the stone house again.
Seeing white smoke still rising from the chimney, Luo Mu felt a little relieved; it seemed the old man hadn't caught a chill these past few days.
He pushed open the heavy wooden door of the stone house and led Jack inside.
The room was quiet, and the fire-gathering array was still operating steadily.
Rom walked toward the dilapidated straw bed in the corner, only to find that the patched burlap quilt completely covered Mr. Hamelin's face!
Only a sliver of pale, messy, gray hair was visible by the pillow.
Luo Mu's heart skipped a beat.
Are we late?
Did this old man not make it and already kick the bucket?
They even covered it with a white sheet!
Jack, standing behind him, was also stunned, unsure of what to do.
He had originally intended to say a few flattering words to celebrate his safe return, but now, looking at that straw bed, his mind raced, already thinking about how best to comfort Rom at the funeral.
"Rom! You're back!"
Just then, a person suddenly walked out from a small partition in the inner room of the stone house.
Holding a wooden bowl in his hand and wearing a tattered apron around his waist, was Gil, the tavern owner of Blackrock Town.
He had a big smile on his face and looked very relaxed.
Luo Mu was somewhat bewildered.
The old man is already dead, how can you still laugh after being his friend for over ten years?
Want to attend a banquet?
wrong,
This doesn't seem like someone who just lost a close friend.
Just as Rom was about to ask a question.
"snort!"
A loud, cold snort, full of energy, came out from under the burlap quilt that covered his head.
Immediately afterwards, the blanket was yanked off, revealing Hamelin's stubborn old face.
The old mage glared at Rom, his hawk-like eyes wide and his beard bristling.
"You little brat, you actually know how to come back? Tell me the truth! Where have you been these past two days?!"