The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 122 - Eleven Fate
Chapter 122: Chapter Eleven: Fate
Chapter 122 -Eleven: Fate
When the lovely “Spring of Prague” began to play, Komer naturally became the chosen dance partner of Princess Vero, the birthday girl. As people watched with eyes of envy and admiration, a mere peasant surged to stardom at the banquet. Knight Sate’s eyes, bloodshot, seemed ready to tear someone apart.
The fox-trot is the most popular social dance among the Human Clan’s upper class on the Blue Continent. As a noble, everything else may be excused, but not knowing at least the basic noble etiquette and social skills is an absolute necessity; otherwise, you would be utterly helpless. Mastering social dances, however, is one of the most fundamental social skills. Although Komer, one of the Three Wolves of Cyprus, learned nothing during his reckless youthful years, he mastered these marks of noble identity to perfection, essential for wooing proper young girls in any circumstance.
Komer’s expert and superior dancing skills glided the silver-haired girl across the floor with ease, from feather steps to triple-step and finally to the blues. From light and ethereal to solid and practiced, Komer fully displayed the elegance and level of a noble, while the silver-haired girl’s supple body changed dance poses continuously under his lead. The perfectly synchronized pair earned round after round of applause from the watching Galle nobles. From the faces of the spellbound and infatuated ladies, it was clear that Komer’s hearty generosity and graceful demeanor had completely won them over. Although the unmarried male guests were begrudgingly admiring, the married gentlemen lavished unending praise on this young noble from the Homer region.
“Your baron, I’m curious, does it not pain your heart to give such a magical wonder as a gift? Or is it out of etiquette that you feel embarrassed to take back something you’ve already given?” Amidst the melodious music, the girl’s soft voice still intoxicated Komer’s heart. Her faint natural fragrance—hardly like any expensive perfume but seemingly inherent—was subtle yet enveloped the air, even bringing a dreamlike trance.
“Oh, Miss Vero, while the Essence spirit ring, one of the Seven Spirit Rings of the Nature Goddess, may indeed be precious to many, in Komer’s heart, it is better for the ring to be worn on your hand than on a mage displaying meaningless magic. If Miss Vero remains as exceptional as she is today, surpassing all on the Continent, then Komer feels this Spiritual Ring would truly have served its purpose. Even if Komer had another such ring, he would make the same choice.” It was as if Komer had entered some kind of time tunnel, finding himself unconsciously reverting to the state he was in at those aristocratic banquets in Cyprus City years ago, with sweet, cloying words flowing effortlessly without thought, a reaction that surprised even himself.
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Faced with such sweet nothings from a noble young man, the silver-haired girl seemed to lack the necessary immunity. As the music echoed, their mutual conversation grew, from the tragic plight of the refugees to the hardships of resettlement, from the daily lives of nobles to the struggle of the common people to make a living. The silver-haired girl found that the words of the man deemed a peasant always carried a hint of self-deprecation, endearing him in an unspoken way.
Seeing his daughter seemingly enjoying her conversation with the baron, the expression on the silver-haired elder darkened even more. A birthday banquet that was supposed to be pleasant had turned into a stage for that man’s performance. A single ring had built him a good reputation among the Galle nobles. Sate indeed was more trouble than he was worth, Zellin thought bitterly.
“Mr. Mundell, is that ring the young lady wears really one of the Seven Spirit Rings of the Nature Goddess? I’m skeptical if there’s something fishy about it,” the silver-haired elder finally averted his gaze from the dancing pair and asked in a hushed tone.
“There should be no problem; I can feel the strong and lively magic breath emanating from that Spiritual Ring. Although I have never had the chance to see one of the Seven Spirit Rings, there is no doubt that it is a genuine treasure. My friend Mr. Rebry, who has traveled across the Continent, specializing in the research and pursuit of such magic tools, would not be mistaken. He just told me that if the right buyer is found in Jazair or Marco, the ring could fetch at least 300,000 gold coins! I can hardly believe it myself!” The Mage could not hide his envy and regret that such a magical marvel had become a mere beauty and health accessory for a girl, a squandering of its true potential.
“300,000 gold coins?!” Even as one of the wealthiest in the kingdom, Zellin was shocked; such a small ring could be worth 300,000 gold coins? Was it not an exaggeration?
Seeing the skeptical look on the other’s face, Mundell knew that Zellin was not well-versed in the pricing of Magic Items. With a faint smile, he said, “Your Highness, Magic items are unlike ordinary goods; they cannot be valued simply by their material and craftsmanship. As you know, an antique or a famous painting often exceeds its intrinsic value by far. Magic tools’ value far surpasses that of antiques and paintings. If a Mage possesses a divine-level magical instrument, it could enhance their Magic Skills by one or two levels, potentially saving them decades of cultivation time. You can imagine its value. A Divine Artifact like the Essence spirit ring being valued at 300,000 gold coins is modest. If found by a Mage specializing in Wood Magic, it could easily sell for 500,000 gold shields.”
The silver-haired elder’s face changed subtly, and before he could respond, Mundell dropped another bombshell, “Didn’t Your Highness ask me to persuade Rebry to stay and serve you? I have conveyed your wish just now, and he said that if he could be given that Spiritual Ring, he would consider serving Your Highness for five years.”
The silver-haired elder was shaken to his core, his face a mixture of astonishment and delight, “Is this true?”
“Heh, these were the very words of that old friend of mine, and he was not jesting. However, have you considered how you would explain this to the Princess and others?” Nodding slightly jealously, Mundell felt a wave of discomfort rise within him. Seeing how much the other party valued his friend, he couldn’t help but feel averse to his status being challenged. Despite years of acquaintance with Rebry, even Mundell was uncertain of the extent of his friend’s magical prowess.
Mundell’s reminder indeed caused the silver-haired elder to frown. A treasure that was publicly presented to his daughter would undoubtedly be sought after by many. If he rashly used it as an exchange with someone else, it was hard to predict what kind of talk it might provoke. As a Lord, he could not fail to consider this.
The banquet finally concluded after reaching both its peak and its trough. Princess Vero and Baron Komer became the most dazzling pair of the event. While Komer felt a pang of regret at letting go of such a valuable object so easily, the thought of the silver-haired girl evoking memories and passions from his youth made it worthwhile. From her gaze, Komer knew he had successfully won her favor, laying many potentially useful schemes for the future. Thus, he felt his journey had not been in vain.
Yet, what filled Komer with even greater anticipation was not this. The disheveled mage seemed to have become wary of Komer as well. A comment made by the mage before Komer’s departure put him on his guard, but Komer had left a trail for him to follow. Knowing the mage’s psychology, he wouldn’t pass up the bait. Once the mage arrived in the Caucasus, he might bring Komer some unexpected gains, or so Komer hoped.
Thus, the Galleian obstruction quietly died off, as if nothing had ever happened. Everyone returned to their respective roles, lord as lord, representative as representative. It seemed as if no one had ever desired to stay in Galle, and it appeared that Duke Zellin had never entertained the idea of accepting that group of wealthy merchants, whose names were even drafted.
The rolling stream of people paused briefly in Galle, then continued slowly southeastward. Crossing the thousand-mile fertile Galle Plain, they entered the Busen Plain, which geologically belonged to the same structural zone as the Galle Plain. This was the direct territory of Grand Duke Philip, just as flat and rich in resources. However, after the Galle incident, the Refugees were well aware that neither the Nobles nor the Common people would ever allow them to settle there, whether for political considerations or to maintain stability in their own territories. They wouldn’t tolerate such a large group of Free Citizens living amongst them, unless, of course, they chose to become slaves.
The Galle Plain and the Busen Plain are two major granaries in the southern region of the Kingdom of Nicosia. Besides fulfilling local needs, they produce a great surplus of grain sold to nearby regions each year. This is one of the main financial pillars for both Zellin and Philip, two of the Four Great Lords of the Kingdom. Passing through these lands once again, Komer had to admit that in every aspect, the natural conditions here greatly surpassed those of his own run-down territory. With perfected irrigation systems, developed transportation, well-tilled fertile fields, and markets and villages dotted about, it’s no wonder the Refugees from the North, upon seeing lands even better than their homeland, would crave to stay. However, they seem to forget this point: all these are owned properties. How could such favorable conditions be easily obtained? And the life of the ordinary people was not as blissful and serene as they imagined.
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