Saul invited Ernest to come to the island and fight against Yagor. It could’ve been a tough battle. Although Saul had more help on his side, he was still somewhat nervous. As an archmage himself, Saul understood how tremendous the damage could be if an archmage was pushed too far and tried to die with his enemy. However, he could not avoid Yagor either, as it would backfire on the Maho Empire if Yagor partnered with an enemy empire. Saul heard that Yagor was practicing dark magic alone on a deserted island. No wonder countless monsters from the Evil Abyss came to Tumen and rushed to the border of the Maho Empire. What happened to Tumen and the Maho Empire made Saul worried.

Saul was relieved after feeling the intense flow of fire element at Yagor’s tomb, which assured him that Yagor had died. Saul’s defensive mode was turned off after experiencing the tension and relief. Anfey stubbornly never giving up was magnified a couple of times in Saul’s eyes. In another word, Saul was impressed by Anfey’s strong willpower.

Saul expected his other apprentices to be successful in the future. Every mage had the hope of revisiting the glory of the magic world from thousands of years ago. The reason Saul wanted Anfey to be his apprentice was simply the affection he held towards this kid. Saul would not regret his decision even if Anfey did not have the potential to be a great mage.

Anfey lifted a chair, approached Saul, and asked excitedly, “Professor Saul, Is it true that I can ask you any questions?”

“Yes, I believe I have the ability to answer all your questions.” Saul smiled.

“Can magic be done without chanting an incantation?” This question had bothered Anfey the most for a long time. He hated incantations and felt it was like the symbols burned in his own world. He actually answered this question by himself today. Anfey never chanted any incantation when he practiced fireballs. Today he focused all his energy on responding to the fire element. He successfully shot out his first fireball without an incantation after one year of practice.

“Yes, you can. You can silently or simultaneously use low level magic when you can focus your energy to a certain level.” Saul reached out his right arm. A sword blade was shot out from his hand and a hole appeared in the wooden cabin.

“Wow… Professor, you’re awesome!” Anfey yelled out. Anfey did not add Saul after professor on purpose. He simply called him professor. Anfey knew Saul wanted to take Anfey as his apprentice. He just went with the flow and got an archmage to have his back. His life would be a lot easier this way. It wasn’t bad to have such an old man as company, since he did like Saul as a person.

“Haha… Don’t worry. As long as you are willing to work hard, you can do it too!” Saul smiled.

Ernest watched them talking to each other happily and he quietly walked out of the cabin. In fact, Anfey surprised and touched him a lot today.

Stars twinkled in the sky and the milky speckles danced along. The light shone from the moon was like the currents moving on the river. Ernest stood on the bow as his eyes moistened. He was remembering his own apprentices who rushed into the fight against the three swordsmen and their own apprentices. They risked their lives by joining the battle. Otherwise, Ernest definitely wouldn’t have been able to survive the battle on Mount Torrez Hill.

The memory of his apprentice Jenison’s words still seemed real to Ernest, “Master, go, go! They don’t want anyone to know what happened today so they have to kill us. We cannot escape even if we want to. Professor, hurry, go! Get revenge for us someday!”

“Jerrofick, wait for me. Just because I am not looking for you now does not mean I have forgotten about revenge. Soon, soon… Wash your neck clean and wait for me!” Ernest said quietly to himself. Chapter 9: Friendship

Translator: Nyoi_Bo_Studio Editor: Tennesh

“Lower the skiff, we will land elsewhere,” Saul said to the captain, glancing at the coastline in the distance.

“As you say, Archmage Saul,” the captain blinked before putting on a smile. “But… City Chief Basdack has already prepared your welcome feast, my archmage…”


“There is no time for that. My friends and I have some business to attend to. Plus, I need to get back to the Maho Empire right away. I have no time to linger in Tumen.” Saul hesitated, then said, “Please tell the chief that Yagor was dead. He can sleep soundly tonight.” He paused. “There is one more thing. I don’t want Basdack to flaunt the news around. I will be back in ten days. Yagor may be my enemy, but I still wish him peace in death.”

The captain was a smart man, and of course knew what Saul meant. “I understand, my archmage,” he said hurriedly. “None of these sailors know your identity or what happened on that island. Only City Chief Basdack and I know. If we keep it a secret, no one would know anything.”

“Good,” Saul said with a nod. He glanced at Anfey, who was lingering behind him. “Anfey,” he said, grinning. “Do you want to go see Tumen in all its glory?” After their long conversation yesterday, Saul found himself liking the scholarly young man more and more by the minute. Should Anfey express his wish to stay in Tumen for a few days, Saul would very happily change his original travel plans.

“No, Professor,” Anfey said. “Maybe it is because I’ve spent too much time on that lonely island, but I prefer solitude.”

“I see,” Saul said. “That is a good trait. Only those undistracted by worldly chaos can really achieve greatness. Keep that in mind.” To Saul, Anfey was the embodiment of the traits he most admired. Not only was the young man scholarly, down to earth and loyal, but Anfey purposefully woke up early this morning to prepare warm water and breakfast for Saul and his companion Ernest. It was a small thing, but Saul found himself admiring the hard-working young man even more than he thought possible.

“Archmage Saul, the boat is ready,” the captain said. “Do you need anything else?”

“No, this will do. You stay docked here for a bit, then go into the city, okay?” City Chief Basdack was a very welcoming man, especially towards Saul. Saul knew the reason for such hospitality was his position as the court archmage, but it never hurt to have a friend. He had always found it hard to reject Basdack’s overwhelming enthusiasm, so slipping away unseen and unheard was the easy solution.

“Quit wasting time here!” Ernest said impatiently. He marched to the small boat and hopped into it. Ernest’s movement, although it appeared simple, was a show of self-control and power. His landing point was in the middle of the boat, and the boat took the fall evenly, without tipping over or making a splash. Should he have leaned a hair to the left or right, the landing would not have been so steady.

Saul grabbed Anfey, and the two of them fell into the boat gently, mostly thanks to Saul’s levitation spell. Anfey sat down and grabbed the oars. There was no sailor in the boat, and he couldn’t let Saul or Ernest do the physical work.

“You know how to paddle?”

“Yes, I do,” said Anfey, smiling brightly.

“There is no need. Sit still.” Saul said, pointing to the boat and whispering a spell. A gust of gentle wind answered his call, and the boat lifted out of the water slightly before driving to land at high speed.

Anfey lifted his brows. He had only spent a day with Saul, but the man had already changed many of Anfey’s prejudices towards magic and its uses. It didn’t matter to him if high-level magic was really as powerful as the stories said; its usefulness in daily life had already been made apparent to him.

The captain stared after the boat, his eyes filled with resignation. His task, given to him by City Chief Basdack, was to keep Archmage Saul in the city for a few days. Even though he was a top-ranking captain, he did not dare to stop the great archmage. The only thing left for him to do was figure out how he would report this to the city chief.

After a few moments, the boat hit the shore with a soft thud. They landed at a place far from the major port city; the only place in sight was a small fishing village not far ahead. A few tanned fishermen fearfully watched the strangers from afar. In villages like this, even seeing an apprentice was rare. A common mage would appear high and mighty to them. Everything, from the people to the small bugs crawling onto the side of the boat before scurrying away, knew what to fear and when to stay away. Saul and Anfey both wore their mage robes, a garment more eye catching than a king’s crown, and the fishermen knew better than to try to speak with them.

“Saul,” Ernest said as he stepped onto the sand. “This idiot is going to be your responsibility now.”

“I’m not an idiot,” Anfey protested quietly.

“Ernest, are you leaving again?” Saul asked, realizing that Ernest had intentions other than staying. “Where are you going?”

“Me? I am used to wandering. I don’t need a destination. Go, go back to the Maho Empire. I’ll probably look around in the Tumen Commercial Union before deciding.”


“Ernest, why don’t you come with us to the Maho Empire?” Saul asked, taking a step forward.

“You’re not worried about me causing trouble?”

“Trouble?” Saul frowned. “Ernest, if I considered you a troublemaker, I wouldn’t even extend this invitation to you. You are my friend, one of the closest. How many times have I asked you? If you and I team up, there is no man that can stop us, not even Jerrofick. Ernest, I am begging you. Stop turning me down! Forget that damned justice. I am the court archmage, I know things you couldn’t possibly imagine. Have you forgotten how Jerrofick treated you?”

Ernest stared at Saul silently. After the event that stripped Ernest of his innocence, he could distrust anyone or anything, but he would never doubt Saul. Even in his darkest days, when all had betrayed him, turning to that coward Jerrofick, it was Saul who had trusted and helped him. Ernest knew deep in his heart how precious this friendship was to him and Saul.

Saul stole a glance at Anfey. He was worried that such a conversation would bring unnecessary negativity to the young man, but Anfey appeared calm. Saul turned back to Ernest. “Listen to me, my friend. I know you are waiting for your chance at revenge, but you can’t wait for that chance to drop into your lap, you need to find it yourself. Jerrofick is now a high-ranking general of the Alisen Empire’s Storm Squadron. He is surrounded by the most powerful men and women in that empire. Jerrofick is rising in the ranks, and your chance of vengeance is diminishing. Come with me to the Maho Empire, my friend. The relationship between the Maho Empire and Alisen is tense now. Should war break out, the Storm Squadron would surely be a major player in the field. Then you would surely find your revenge. Listen to me. I have troubles of my own in the Maho Empire, and you would be of great help to me.”

“My friend,” Ernest began, his voice shaking, “I know. You are the court archmage. You have all this power in your hands, but you keep finding me. I know, I know. You want me to help you now, so you will have an excuse to help me when I go against Jerrofick, right?”

Saul felt a rush of blood to his face. He started, frustrated by his friend’s stubbornness. “Then why are you still resisting? Just tell me, yes or no?” Ernest was right. Saul wanted to show him that he didn’t need to be alone. Like how he sought Ernest’s help against Yagor, the end justified the means. How they reached it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered would be that Ernest finally got his revenge against Jerrofick.

Anfey watched them, and felt himself moved by the two men’s friendship. No, this was not an act. This was true friendship. One, running, was afraid that he would bring unnecessary trouble. The other, chasing, was determined to help no matter what, regardless of whatever excuses his friend had. Friendship this pure and this devoted was hard to come by nowadays.

As an assassin, Anfey was born to be a stranger. He didn’t want to, and could not, have a close friend. There would be too many ways to make him spill his secrets-sleep talking, drunken slurs, accidents which could all lead to the exposure of his secrets. Whenever he was with someone else, Anfey felt uncontrollably nervous, fearing that others would find out who he really was. Only when he was alone could he truly relax. An assassin needed to rest his body and mind, or his mission would hardly be successful. Anfey would rather shut himself away in his bathroom than speak with a tavern owner or a patron.

If it was anyone else, being alone on an isolated island would cause at least some degree of psychological damage, but Anfey found himself like a fish in water there. He tried, on a few occasions, to cross the narrow channel that separated him and the world, but in the end he smothered that urge and kept himself on the island. Of course, he could manage it simply because he was used to loneliness.

“I…” Ernest smiled bitterly. Saul had left him no room to reject. “Alright. I will go with you to the Maho Empire.”

“Good,” Saul let out a sigh of relief and grinned. “We have a deal.”

“Looks like you have to cross paths with Basdack now,” Ernest said. “He controls Tumen’s Commercial Union’s teleporters.”

“Why use teleporters?” Saul asked. “Let’s go find a carriage. We can see some scenery on the way.”

“Carriage?” Ernest asked, amused. “Since when are you willing to settle for carriages?”

Saul shot a glance at Anfey, but didn’t say anything.

Ernest nodded. For a young man fresh from isolation, the world had become a stranger to him. If they just sent Anfey to the Mage Academy like this, he would perhaps become even more isolated. The best thing for him now was to have more contact with the world. A carriage was just an excuse to give Anfey more time to immerse himself in the culture of a world unfamiliar to him. Ernest had to admit, Saul did have the qualifications of a teacher. He was even more considerate of Anfey than Ernest had initially expected. Chapter 10: Whereabouts

Translator: Nyoi_Bo_Studio Editor: Tennesh

On the boxing stage, two werewolves and a barbarian warrior were in a silent confrontation. The two werewolves kept roaring, their claws full of flesh and blood from a dead warrior. The barbarian looked very nervous, breathing in and out rapidly, both fists gripping so tightly that the knuckles turned white.

“Go, kill him!”

“Bite his throat, bite!”

“Hurry up, don’t just stand there!”

The boxing stage was completely surrounded by a noisy crowd. Everyone was shouting, hoping the fight would start soon.


“After the rise of the Brilcardin Empire, with the advantage of its geographical location, they successfully blocked the invasions of the barbarians from the Pan Continent. Throughout the years, although the mainland was not peaceful, no country dared to attack the territory of the Brilcardin Empire, even in the most chaotic of times; whoever did so would become the enemy of all mankind! Seventy years ago, there was a truly strong one among the barbarians named Ahdibaijan. He won the respect and obedience of all of the barbarians and became their leader. He gradually became more and more ambitious and wanted to conquer the human lands with a concentrated attack against the Brilcardin Empire. It was a very tough period of time for the Brilcardin Empire, as they lost battle after battle and were pushed to their breaking point. But Archmage Richard stood up and went to visit Ahdibaijan as a messenger. They used to be good friends, so Ahdibaijan was not vigilant against Richard. Richard carried a vacuum confinement scroll with him. While Ahdibaijan was talking to him, Richard suddenly launched the scroll and instantly froze Ahdibaijan in the vacuum scroll. But Richard, the archmage, was also under countless barbarian attacks and died in the Moon Shadow City. Without strong leadership, the barbarian warriors were torn apart, and their power greatly reduced. When the Brilcardin Empire took the opportunity to launch a large counterattack, they recaptured the lost lands and regained their authority,” Saul said slowly. He found Anfey knew nothing about the Pan Continent’s historical events, so he took every possible opportunity to instill a variety of historical knowledge into Anfey. To Saul’s relief, no matter how long he talked, or how boring the topic was, Anfey showed great interest.

“What was going on with the barbarians at that stage?” asked Anfey.

“The barbarians live in the bitterly cold lands, envious of the bustling mankind, always wanting to steal human land and get a share of their prosperity. This… This is what they ended up with.” Saul pointed toward the barbarians on the stage.” In fact, in the battle against the invasion of the demon tribes, both the barbarians and the humans were united together against the demon tribes. However, humans valued the rules the most, as they thought the world would be chaotic otherwise, while the barbarians liked to challenge the rules. Perhaps because of this built-in nature, the barbarians always thought that challenging the old rules was real power. As time passed, people were increasingly unable to tolerate the barbarians. The conflicts could not be suppressed any longer. The barbarians lost the fight against the humans and were driven away from this land. They were expelled to the remote western desert with no hope of returning.” Saul paused, then asked, “Anfey, are you feeling sympathetic towards the barbarians?”

“There is nothing to be sympathetic of. If the humans had lost that war, we would be the ones living in the bitterly cold West,” Anfey faintly said. A person’s role was not static, Anfey could tell that Saul and Ernest cared about him dearly. He did not want to lie to the ones who cared about him the most. Of course, Anfey couldn’t let them know that he himself was too wise, otherwise he would be treated as a suspicious person.

“Well, yes!” Saul nodded. He was not worried that Anfey would become another Yagor. Instead, he was worried that Anfey would become a good person. Over the years, Saul had seen a lot of the dark side of this world. He knew well that a good man could only receive the fate of being fooled.

“What are those beasts?” Anfey looked at the two werewolves on the stage.

“They are orcs, originating from the barbarian species. But in the most critical battle between humans and barbarians, the orcs were deceived by the humans and suddenly betrayed their own species, making the barbarians suffer heavy losses.” Saul sighed softly, then said, “Speaking in terms of physical strength, both barbarians and orcs are much stronger than humans, but in terms of intelligence, they are far worse and lag behind. The orcs did not expect, after the barbarians were defeated, to become the target of the human’s attack. In the end, those orcs had to flee away into the deep forests, where they mixed with the demons. The barbarians to the west would not accept traitors, and the human armies were everywhere to the east, trying to push those orcs towards extinction.

“Unfortunate people must be full of hatred.” Anfey frowned. “I feel the orcs are more brutal than the barbarians!”

“The truth is the truth.” Saul laughed. “In the countless years of exile thereafter, resentment rooted so deeply in their hearts that their characteristics became more and more extreme. In the eyes of humans, the orcs were nothing more than magic beasts. In the Mage Academy’s graduation exam, the students had to kill a certain number of orcs in order to graduate.”

At this point, the fight on the stage had already begun. The barbarian was obviously a newbie. Unexpected Return That’s not to say that his skills were poor, but he didn’t understand the brutal nature of fighting. His attacks weren’t strong enough, and it seemed like he was still holding back. Instead, the two werewolves worked together very well, attacking without reservation. It seemed that they had a lot of fighting experience.

Suddenly, a werewolf, desperately suffering from the barbarian’s heavy attack, stretched out its claws towards the barbarian’s face and left five deep bloodstains on his forehead and left cheek. The barbarian’s left eye was also destroyed.

The barbarian roared with great madness. He had retained his strength until now. He didn’t want to be enslaved by humans and was always looking for opportunities to escape, but now things had changed; he would not have a chance if he didn’t use everything he had!

Facing the big crowd at the bar, Saul and Ernest were already used to this. To them, these types of fights were dull and boring. The only reason they came here was because they wanted Anfey to see things like this and get a taste of what real fighting was like.

Soon, the barbarian on the stage could not support himself, and blood poured out of his wounds. The madness reflected in this barbarian’s red eyes gradually faded. When his eyes changed from red to brown, his body had come crashing down on the boxing stage.

The two werewolves did not let go of the dying barbarian. They rushed up, biting at the barbarian. The boxing moderator saw that the fight had ended and removed the shrouded boxing enchantment. But at that time, one of the werewolves suddenly jumped outside of the boxing stage, howling. Without the enchantment, to the werewolf, the iron net was very fragile and would easily break after a few strikes.

The audience was a mess, and the guests backed away from the stage. Several guards rushed out from the corner near the back door, holding longbows. They started shooting arrows, but the two werewolves in the net desperately struggled to break a hole and escape. Obviously, the two werewolves were obedient in the past, so the guards were simply not prepared or vigilant enough. The moderator was a medium level mage who cast a spell on them again, but in the end, it was unknown whether or not these two werewolves could successfully escape.

Guests inside the bar retreated, but Saul and two others indifferently sat there, motionless.


“Come and help! You will run out of luck if you let the werewolves escape!” A guard shouted at Saul, as he had seen the mage gowns Saul and Anfey wore.

“Anfey, are you afraid?” Saul said to Anfey with a smile.

“What should I be afraid of with you and Uncle Ernest here?” Anfey smiled.

After breaking the mage’s spell, a werewolf had stuck half his body out of the net. His mouth issued a terrible roar, a pair of blood red eyes staring at the people around. They were smart-in order to reduce the alertness of those around them, they behaved like weak and obedient animals, making the bar guards gradually think they were no longer a threat.

Today was a rare opportunity for them. From the morning until now, they only killed three opponents who were relatively weak, allowing them to retain enough strength. The boss of the bar also went out with three high-level swordsmen. There wouldn’t be a better chance than today!

Just as a flood was the accumulation of individual drops, so was the werewolves’ anger and revenge! Their wild hearts were imprisoned for a long time, inevitably becoming more violent! The werewolves struggled outward from the iron net, staring at the people. Escaping had become a secondary goal, before he fled, he first wanted to get revenge on all the people around him!

A subtle but dazzling electric arc suddenly pierced and hit the iron net. The two werewolves screamed miserably. The second werewolf was heavily struck by the electricity and paralyzed on the ground. The bar was suddenly filled with a toasted smell.

The bar became extremely silent, and everyone turned to look at Saul, who had silently cast a middle-level spell. Everyone with a little knowledge knew that this old guy was certainly a middle-level, or maybe even a high-level, magician! If people knew that Saul was not an electric spell master, they would be more surprised, because only the top archmages could cast silent and fast spells!

“Let’s go, the air is too turbid here.” Saul took out a few gold coins and threw them on the table.

Ernest smiled, standing up and walked towards the exit with Anfey. The silent crowd moved quickly to give a way to the three mystery men. The bar guards didn’t have to courage to stop them or even say “Thank you.”

“I remember now!” A fat man suddenly shouted, shocking the people around him. “He is Saul, the Greatest Archmage Saul, ah!!”

The crowd got even more shocked, the Greatest Archmage Saul! To them, he was a legendary figure!

Hiding in the corner, a blonde young man was stunned for a moment, then smiled, “He is Saul! He is here!” Chapter 227: Sickness Comes on Horseback

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Alzheimer’s was a very terrible disease. The cause of it was unknown, but it was incurable.

As a young and talented designer, Guo Dongyue often went on business trips at home and abroad to talk about projects or exchange experiences with other designers in the industry. And every business trip took him from half a month to several months.

Guo Dongyue was occupied with his career, and he was still single, which was a great concern to his mother. From a long time ago, Guo Dongyue’s mother had formulated a habit: she would call him every 3 days to make sure he was safe. Before making the phone calls, his mother would check about the local time of Guo Dongyue’s business trip’s destination, and considered his working schedule, so that her calls would not bother him while he was sleeping or working. When he finished the work, and came back to the hotel, his mother’s call would arrive on time.

Guo Dongyue regarded his mother’s phone calls for checking his safety as an obligated routine. Sometimes, when he was agitated by work, he would sound very impatient on the phone when talking with his mother, and would hang up the phone within a few words.

It was the last night of one of his business trips. He had successfully completed his work, and he could finally relax. After taking a bath in the bathtub at the hotel, he wore a bathrobe, poured himself a glass of wine, listened to his favorite classical music, and leaned back on the sofa to take a nap.

He should have been enjoying this leisure time. He had decided that after drinking that glass of wine, he would go to bed and take a sound sleep and would take a flight back home the next morning. Yet for some unknown reason, he still didn’t feel sleepy when he finished the wine. What’s worse, he was supposed to be in a relaxed mood, but he somehow got anxious, as if he had forgotten something.

At first, he thought it was because of work. He tried to recall the details in the day, and nothing seemed to have been left out. He thought about his work over and over again, and he even opened his laptop to review his design sketches and bidding contracts. Still, nothing was wrong. Could it be about his relationship status? Unlikely, because he only had a few unsuccessful and transitory dating experiences with women, and he had already forgotten what they looked like.

He opened his cell phone, and saw the notification message about his booking of flight ticket. He noticed the date on the flight ticket, and he understood why he was upset– today was the day his mother should have called him. Why hadn’t she called?

Was something wrong?

He calculated the time difference, and found that it was lunch time in China. Perhaps his mother was preparing for lunch and forgot to call him. But she had never missed a call before. All that said, senior people had the tendency to forget things easily.

Should he initiate the call today?



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