Chapter 177. Negotiations Collapse
“Why are you blocking my way?” Fulan frowned, pretending not to know what these knights in front of her were here for.
She swung herself down from the horse and jumped straight to the ground, only to deliberately display the frailty of a mage and nearly stumble to the ground.
Just as one of the knights was about to step forward and speak, another knight cried out in alarm.
“It’s her! She’s the one carrying that Territorial Token!”
The Tracking Insect kept hurling itself in Fulan’s direction, as though venting the frustration of its long wait over these many days.
Connor drew his greatsword and said to Fulan,
“So we’ve finally waited for our target. Hand over that item, Mage.”
At the sa ti, a commotion broke out at the knights’ temporary encampnt nearby. Those knights were grabbing their weapons and rushing over.
The surrounding knights gradually closed in around Fulan, placing her in an unfavorable position.
Even now, Fulan continued to play dumb and said,
“What thing are you talking about? I don’t have anything!”
Connor laughed twice, then said viciously,
“I don’t care whether you know if you have it or not. Just attack. Kill her and take that item from her corpse.”
The surrounding knights were all itching to move. After all, they had been enduring the cold wind in this cursed place for more than a month.
No one had felt good about it, and now that the target had finally arrived...
Fulan, however, revealed a smile and said as though helplessly,
“All right, all right... If I give that thing to you, will you let pass?”
The only response she got was a cold sneer.
“That won’t do, Mage. Putting aside the fact that you left us stranded here for over a month, freezing in this cold wind until it beca unbearable.”
“More importantly, I made an agreent with the person who wants you dead. I’m supposed to take that item from your corpse.”
Fulan continued trying to persuade him.
“Why not take a look at what I have on ? My ntor is a Fourth-Tier Mage. If he finds out that it was you who killed , then your whole family will probably be flattened into bare ground by spells.”
She spoke with great confidence, and her words truly did intimidate so of the knights. Their steps, which had been about to press forward into attack, halted, and a few even took two steps back.
“Haha!” Fulan’s words directly amused Connor. After laughing, he said with contempt,
“Mage, there’s no need to hide behind soone else’s power. It’s useless. No one knows better than I do what kind of background a mage traveling from within the Alliance to the Northern Society would have.”
“Even if you really do have a Fourth-Tier Mage backing you, I’m certain you aren’t favored by your ntor. Otherwise, he could have easily taken you into one of those great societies. There would have been no need for you to co here at all.”
“And more than anyone, I know that true mage prodigies are all up in the Floating City. Only those geniuses have any chance of drawing the attention of a Third-Tier Mage while still at the apprentice stage.”
“But according to your records, you only have a file in the City of Apprentices. I don’t believe that so Fourth-Tier Mage had nothing better to do than wander around the City of Apprentices and pick up an apprentice.”
Fulan offered a small rebuttal.
“What if I wanted to co to the Northern Society? My ntor gave two choices. I gave up my chance at the Joberna Society in order to co to the Northern Society.”
This ti, what answered her was not Connor’s sneer, but a face tinged with anger.
Connor greatly disliked hearing the na Joberna Society. It reminded him of how one of his childhood companions had managed to pass the selection and enter it, while he himself had failed.
That was one of the most painful things in his life, and it was only after that that he had truly resolved to leave the Floating City and beco a knight.
“That’s enough, apprentice. Stop showing off those flimsy lies full of holes. Hand over that Territorial Token.”
“If you do, perhaps I’ll leave you an intact corpse and let you die with so dignity. I’ll give you twenty seconds.”
Unlike Connor, whose face was tense, Fulan still wore a faint smile.
“You really won’t reconsider? I hand over the Territorial Token, you take it away, and everyone goes ho happy.”
“It’s useless in my hands anyway. I still have no idea how to use it.”
Connor replied coldly,
“Are the final monts of your life really going to be spent on this nonsense?”
Fulan’s smile disappeared. Thinking of the scene she had seen through Divination, she suddenly said on a whim,
“Connor Lorenbu, you will regret this.”
She deliberately drew out the last few words, making them sound especially aningful.
But Connor only said disdainfully,
“All right, I’ll regret it. On the day I realize what you ant, I’ll rember this sentence of yours and regret it to my heart’s content.”
“What I regret right now is giving you the ti to say this kind of nonsense.”
As he spoke, Connor waved his right hand, and several knights imdiately rushed forward, eager to kill the culprit who had made them squat here for more than a month.
Yet when the knights surged forward, their greatswords struck sothing that was clearly not a human body.
Before they could even process their confusion, Fulan’s body erupted with a fierce red light that swallowed all the surrounding knights.
When Connor looked toward where Fulan had been standing again, what he saw made it impossible for him to contain his fury.
A scorched black crater had appeared on the ground, and at the edge of the pit were three charred human-shaped figures that already seed lifeless.
“Fla Trap?”
Connor recognized the damaging spell Fulan had used, but there were still things he did not understand.
For example, he had no idea how she had managed to make sothing bearing a Fla Trap walk right up in front of him like a real person and even converse with him naturally.
What kind of spell was that?
Connor frowned again and looked at the blackened traces on the ground. The speed and intensity of that fire reminded him of sothing.
“Dragon Fla!”
That was it. Only Dragon Fla could have such power, enough to blast the three nearby knights into critical condition.
Connor abruptly turned his head and saw Fulan’s black horse running toward a slowly approaching figure in a mage robe in the distance.
Fulan held a longsword in one hand and waved with the other, signaling the black horse to run sowhere safe while she walked forward alone.
By now, the other knights had also arrived behind Connor. One after another, they drew their weapons and pointed them at Fulan.
Connor put on his helt and gripped the greatsword on his back as well, yet unease remained in his heart.
Judging from the way Fulan had just perford, she was absolutely not an ordinary mage, and soone with that level of strength was more than qualified to join a great society or a Battle Mage Corps...
That suddenly gave him a very bad feeling.
At the sa ti, Fulan looked past Connor’s back. Her extrely high ntal Power let her determine their exact number the instant she saw them.
“There are eleven minor soldiers in total. Even after clearing out all these knights, I would only just reach the Second Tier,” she calculated silently.
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