Earth's Greatest Magus

Emery could sense thirty people arriving at the outskirts of the village. Half of them were at the Saint level and the other half were Sky realm experts. As if that wasn’t enough, there was also one Magus level figure among them.

Viewed from any angle, it couldn’t be denied that the strength of this group is far superior to that of the group of warriors from this village.

Interested in what was going on, Emery decided to walk out of his hut. He could clearly see how several dozen villagers had come out of their dwellings and were standing in the center of the village. These people all looked ready to welcome the guests.

Of course, there were also many others who were anxious, those who were seen hiding, watching from cover and inside their huts in fear as their gazes riveted on the people surrounding their village.

At this moment, Emery saw the village chief Yori walk up to him. Bowing his head in greeting, the man looked at Emery and spoke in a respectful manner.

“Sorry to disturb your rest, esteemed magus. I came to inform you that we are currently having some visitors.”

“Who are they?”

Lowering his head again, Yori took a deep breath and started to speak. “Esteemed magus, they are the Ironcrest Clan that rules this sector of the area. But, you don’t have to worry. I guarantee there won’t be any problems.”

Emery had read the information that Silvermane had indeed selected around a hundred clans to help them govern the vast area of ​​this planet, where each clan would be in charge of a certain portion of the territory.

At the same time, Emery saw those thirty people finally come into the village. Their bodies clad in uniformed black clothes made of leather, they entered the village as if they owned the entire place.

Gazing at the old man, Emery was silent for a moment before saying, “There’s no need to lie anymore. Tell me why you brought me here, or I will leave this village right now.”

It was clear to see that Yori was anxious at the possibility of him leaving. He hurriedly bowed his head and apologized. He then finally revealed the true reason they invited him to the village, talking about the fact that the Ironcrest Clan was known to be barbaric towards the wolf packs they governed over.

The old man hoped that with the presence of another magus, which in this case Emery, those people would become more civil.

Interested in how this entire thing would pan out, Emery said calmly, “I will observe this as you wish. However, I will not get involved in your clan’s issues.”

“Thank you, esteemed magus.” Quickly lowering his head once again, Yori had a grateful look on his face as he said, “That’s exactly all I wish.”

A moment later, one of the men in black, the Magus level figure of the group loudly shouted the old man’s name. When the other party found him standing next to Emery, he was visibly startled. But it didn’t seem enough to stop his disrespectful attitude as expected.

Staring at Emery, the man said nonchalantly, “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” He broke into chuckle as he turned to Yori and said, “A single magus won’t help you out of your troubles—”

Yori quickly interrupted the man. “There will be no problem. He is a guest of this village”

“Good.” He then stretched out his hand and opened it saying, “Now give me what you owe us.”

Hearing that, Yori turned and gave a nod to one of his men. Immediately, they took out several leather bags that Emery was familiar with and poured their contents near the group of visitors.

Scattered on the ground, there were bodies of various kinds of creatures other than the Mutated Crimsonback Bear that Emery had helped the group killed last night. It instantly became clear that the reason these people took the risk against high-ranking Legendary creatures was because of this offering — a sort of tribute to the ruling clan.

However, looking at the tributes, the magus’ response was one of disappointment instead.

“What.. What is this, Yori? You know that we don’t like it like this!”

As he lowered his head, Yori spoke respectfully, “Please give our sincere apology to your patriarch. We don’t have the time to trade them because of personal reasons. However, those are all valuable parts of 5 Legendary creatures. That is our tribute for this month.”

“No… no… this is not what we want.. No.” Walking towards the pile of remains, he then said, “On top of that, I don’t think these are even enough…”

The atmosphere became tense with the villagers clearly holding back their anger and the visitors looked more than willing to start a fight. But before things got out of control, it was at this moment that Yori said something that seemed to satisfy the visitors.

“We are willing to pay the remaining amount with servitude.”

While laughing, the magus said, “Good good, that’s exactly what I like to hear.” He gazed at the pile of corpses once again before turning to the old man and saying, “I just need one person, a Sky realm will do.”

A commotion immediately broke out as the few Sky realm level villagers stepped up and told the chief to pick them. However, shocking all of them, Yori said, “No, all of you stay here. I’ll be the one going.”

Needless to say, this decision quickly angered his Saint realm son as the man shouted, “No, father. You cannot!”

Smiling at him, Yori shook his head slightly and said, “No, son. Let me do it… Besides, it’s finally time for you to take over my mantle and lead the village. Let me do my last responsibilities as chief.”

The magus, however, once again chuckled at those words. “Are you being serious right now?” He said while staring at Yori. “Who wants an old and dying man like you? No! I will choose who will come with us myself.”

Those insulting words he spoke seemed to be the final straw as it sent the villagers into a rage. Some quickly drew their weapons and some activated their transformation ability, all of them were ready to fight.

Only just now did it occur to Emery that the servitude the old man meant was just another word for slavery. It just came to his understanding that the ruling clan was forcing these villagers to pay their tribute by enslaving themselves.