Age of Adepts

Inside Molten Fire City.

A small welcome banquet was well underway.

Greem and the newly arrived sealing master were undoubtedly the stars of tonight’s banquet. They were welcomed warmly by the leaders of Molten Fire City.

Unlike the banquets of the past, this welcoming banquet was held in a massive stone hall. The ones participating in the feast were all adepts of Second and Third Grade.

The three deputies of Molten Fire City had all attended the banquet as well, though one of them was clearly a body created with a projection spell.

Karak.

Male, Third Grade, Elementium Adept (Poison).

Tall and skinny, a jade green gemstone embedded in his forehead.

Lynas.

Male, Third Grade, Body-Refining Adept.

A bald and muscular man with a giant golden sword on his back,

Dorian.

Male, Third Grade, Array Master.

He had a sinister face, and his exposed skin was covered in colorful and strange patterns.

Adept Lynas was not personally present at the Molten Fire City. He was only attending the banquet with a body formed by a projection spell.

Meanwhile, the Third Grade sealing master that had hurried over from the Ailasia Region in the south was a middle-aged witch with an expressionless and sinister face. She had slanted eyes, a broad nose, and was simply ugly; it caught Greem by surprise.

It was important to note that neither organ transplantation or limb regeneration was a difficult matter for adepts with their knowledge and techniques. Altering your own body and appearance was child’s play compared to that. Anyone could do it.

That was why Greem had never seen an especially ugly individual among all the adepts he had seen up until now.

Only those whose bodies had been severely corrupted or polluted by magic and had their soul origin damaged would have horrible and disfigured appearances.

Moreover, Greem sensed no sign of artificial magical construction on this Third Grade sealing master.

That meant her current appearance was her original appearance.

However, Greem had no prejudice against this. After all, there were far too many unique characters among the adepts. In truth, people like here were usually horrifyingly powerful.

After all, it meant that all her achievements to date had been obtained by her own diligence and power, without any opportunistic behavior.

Clap, clap, clap.

Adept Karak clapped his hands together a few times, and all the adepts in the hall fell silent and looked toward him.

“Today, we have the honor of inviting the legendary Adept Greem from Ailovis and the powerful Adept Yunid from Ailasia. Let us welcome them with our warmest applause!”

Thunderous applause instantly rang out throughout the hall.

Greem stepped forward with a smile and looked around. He then lifted his wineglass and drank all of the liquid before stepping back.

There was no smile on Yunid’s face. She lifted her glass and brought it to her mouth slightly.

There were as many as two or three dozen Second Grade adepts from Molten Fire City in the hall. They were all silently assessing these two Third Grade adepts with expressions of surprise and curiosity. In particular, their gazes hung around the legendary fire adept Greem for the longest period of time.

Though the Ailovis Region was hundreds of thousands of kilometers away from Molten Fire City, news of Greem killing a Third Grade adept in arena combat as a Second Grade himself had reached them as well.

To be utterly honest, at this very moment, the name of this Third Grade legendary fire adept might even be more widespread than the names of some Fourth Grade adepts!

Now that this person had advanced to Third Grade, how powerful was he exactly?

Many of the adepts in the banquet were extremely curious and couldn’t wait to find out.

However, no one dared to break courtesy during such an event to walk forward to ask a brazen question like that. As such, the adepts could only keep their curiosity to themselves and wait to see Greem demonstrate his power in the future.

High-grade adept gatherings were always more straightforward and direct compared to low-grade adepts.

They could all return to their own matters after some simple introductions and conversation.

Some adepts who were hung up on their experiments or had specific duties in Molten Fire City silently left the hall. Meanwhile, Greem and Yunid entered a more hidden and quiet room under Adept Karak’s invitation.

Here, Adept Dorian gave them a comprehensive and detailed introduction on the flaming tiger.

Adept Karak couldn’t help but turn toward Greem when Adept Dorian was done with his report.

“Sir Greem, you went into the lava sea yesterday. Do you think the place is suited to be our battlefield?”

Greem narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment before shaking his head lightly.

“The internal temperature of the lava sea Adept Freina brought me to is over 3,400 degrees. The pressure of the lava is also over 212 points. I have no problem moving in there, but anyone else, even the few of you here, won’t be able to last more than an hour.”

The three Molten Fire deputies exchanged looks when they heard Greem’s words.

“We also came up with a hunting plan after recruiting the two of you.” Karak slowly said.

“Oh? Why don’t you tell us about it!” Yunid’s sharp voice rang out.

“We intend to set up a trap near the underground mines and lure the flaming tiger into the trap. Once the tiger has entered the trap, Lord Dorian will use the runic arrays hidden in the mines to expel all fire powers within one kilometer. When that happens, Miss Yunid can take the opportunity to seal it.”

“Then what will I do?” Greem asked with a frown.

“Of course, you will have to hide in the lava sea ahead of time. Once the flaming tiger has walked into the trap, we will be responsible for capturing the tiger. You need to obstruct its escape path. We must not let the flaming tiger escape into the lava sea again!”

Greem frowned again.

As the person responsible for the operation, Karak had arranged for all the deputies to be together, such that they could protect each other. Yunid was also hidden in the shadows and only needed to come out when the flaming tiger had nowhere else to run. This way, it seemed like all the risk was placed on him.

Once the flaming tiger had entered the trap, it would most definitely fight with all of its power to escape back into the lava sea.

He was the one who had to put his finger in the gun barrel. Hehehe, what a good mission!

Greem caressed his chin and chuckled coldly, his face full of dissatisfaction.

“Sir Greem, if the mission is a success, we can make the decision and add a hundred kilograms of Queyras ore to the mission reward.”

A hundred kilograms of Queyras ore? If it was refined into Queyras alloy, it probably wouldn’t even be enough for half a space furnace, much less the expensive magic generator furnace.

Greem finally stopped smiling and spoke with a serious tone: “Lord Karak, that is a Third Grade flaming tiger! Push a tiger into a dead end, and it will retaliate with all it has. I’m afraid I will have a tough time dealing with the tiger alone. I cannot bear the crime of letting it escape if it does manage to do so!”

Karak finally betrayed an awkward expression. He turned around and had a simple discussion with the other two deputies before finally turning toward Greem again.

“How about this……we of Molten Fire City will assign two Second Grade fire adepts to you. They will listen to all your orders. If the mission is a success, we…we will be willing to pay you one hundred and seventy kilograms of Queyras ore!”

At this point, Greem knew that this was their psychological bottom line. He had no choice but to nod and agree to the offer reluctantly.

“The operation will be set for two from now. Lord Dorian will arrange the runic arrays as soon as possible. Once the trap is set, we will act according to the plan and hope that the tiger falls for it.”

…………

Inside Cindral’s den.

The adepts were secretly discussing the details of their plan in the distant city. Lord Karak probably never expected everything in the room to be projected to these two through the soul brand of the fire clone.

Cindral crouched on the pile of metal ores, watching the projection of the fire clone intently and listening to all the things that the adepts were saying.

Though he was confident in its fire powers, Cindral still felt fear creep up his heart when he heard of the arrangements of the adepts.

If…if he didn’t know about all this and was lured into the trap with ore as bait, the chances of escaping the attacks of five Third Grade adepts was nearly zero!

Those weren’t five cabbages; they were five Third Grade adepts!

In all honesty, just the array master alone had managed to wound Cindral last time through the use of his strange magical abilities.

It horrified Cindral, who had always looked down upon the human adepts.

He had no choice but to admit that though the human adepts were far inferior to the powerful elementium creatures when it came to their Physique and control of elementium powers, they were far, far ahead of elementium creatures in terms of combat techniques and schemes.

Even this fearless tiger couldn’t help but want to run when he heard of this sinister plan.

“You heard it as well. Those bastards are planning to lay down such a terrifying trap in the mines. I think we should cancel our plans for operation for the moment! I…I can run off elsewhere and play for a few years. I will just come back once they’ve run out of patience!” Cindral said with some hesitation.

The fire clone was speechless when he heard these dejected words come out from his ally’s mouth.

Still, at least he had a new understanding of how difficult dealing with fire creatures could be!

In all sincerity, Cindral’s plan was the simplest way to deal with the problem, but also one that made Greem speechless. Still, it was not to Greem’s benefit, and thus, he had no choice but to refute the idea.

“Cindral, do you not believe in my mind? Don’t worry; I will come up with the perfect plan and make their operation go in vain. Meanwhile, we can find ourselves a bountiful harvest and leave immediately after!” Greem could only use his oratorical skills and try his best to persuade this sly flaming tiger.

“Your plan better be as good as your speaking skills, otherwise don’t even think of having me go to the mine to deliver myself to death!”