The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 172 - 7 Bait_2
Chapter 172: Chapter 7: Bait_2
Chapter 172 -7: Bait_2
Seeing his old friend gaping and at a loss for words, the slightly annoyed Tez let out a slight sigh, “Mathew, things may not be as bad as I’ve said, this is just my personal speculation. Moreover, there are many doubts in between. Although the countries of the Western Alliance have some political disagreements with us, I personally believe the conflict between the two sides is not so severe as to take this step. Furthermore, the rulers of the western countries are all rigid conservatives; the idea of them accepting an alliance with the Beastmen is unimaginable. So this is merely my personal conjecture with no basis whatsoever, and even I do not quite believe such a possibility exists.”
“Then how do we explain this matter?” Mathew was not willing to let it go. A one percent chance demanded high attention, or else the fall of Myron could happen again at any moment. As the military’s commander, he needed to be on high alert.
“Sorry, I can’t explain,” Tez shrugged, one hand resting on a sturdy oak desk. Below those bushy white eyebrows, his dark eyes seemed to flash with an unusual light as he carelessly shook the letter in his hand. “Mathew, strongholds are often breached from within. The real danger is the hidden threats inside, isn’t it?”
The eyes of the armored soldier narrowed immediately, a strange reddish hue flickering across his chiseled face, “Tez, what are you trying to say?”
“No, no, what I want to express you already know well. Why insist I put it into words?” The Minister of Internal Affairs’ sly smile was fleeting.
“Do you think the time is almost ripe?” Mathew countered, his hand caressing the chilling short sword at his waist, his eyes blazing with battle intent, seemingly searching for a target.
“No, but the opportunity will get closer and closer to us. While we are waiting for the opportunity, aren’t we also creating it?” Tez’s expression slowly returned to normal, his changing countenance seemingly a symbol of the kingdom’s shifting situations.
“That kid from Caucasus is exceptionally cunning, huh? Even the Gray Skull gang is mixed up with him. I can’t understand why that old fox Gote would take such a big risk to transport grain for that kid. Pirates turning into merchants, quite the irony. Right, there are also the Barbarians. Even the Barbarians surprisingly let him do as he pleases in the Caucasus without taking any action. There are too many secrets in between, but I don’t want to figure them out right now. Heh, I was actually planning to give that kid a hand. It seems I worried too much; that seed has indeed been well chosen. Before long, we’ll see it turn into a troublesome man-eating plant!”
Shedding the cumbersome robe, Komer revealed a well-fitted undergarment and reached out to deactivate the warning magic set up around the perimeter.
While the Half-beastman Guards maintained tight security outside, to someone truly determined to enter his residence, it was merely a show. The illusion spells outside the room were enough to stop those restless Magicians, but Komer knew that such spells could not stop a real master.
While the door and windows, typical places to set up instruments and spells, were intentionally left bare by Komer, the ceiling above the desk was rigged with a piece of Mixed Magic — Thundercloud Blast — that could be a real nuisance for any Mage or knight who tried to break in.
This dual-type magic that combined the eroding effects of Dark Class magic with Thunder Magic could easily strip away magical defenses or physical armor from an intruding Archmage or knight. Sophisticated connecting mechanisms had been installed between the magic and a series of crossbow bolts that were controlled by traps. Upon triggering a ban, the magic would be released instantaneously, and the eight sets of crossbow bolts positioned in the corners would launch continuously, forming a dense net of bolts.
Thanks to its special design, Komer was confident that no one could escape unscathed from his complex and perfect arrangement.
Lifting the cloth covering the desk, there lay a round wooden stem that had been hollowed out and lay quietly on an exquisitely carved wooden tray. Through the window, the sunshine highlighted its harmonious beauty. The crystal stone flakes placed on the tray had been polished to thinness, nearly as thin as paper, transparent and gleaming.
Victory or defeat hinged on this one move.
Komer took a deep breath, put on gloves, and carefully inserted a crystal stone flake into the gap at the front end of the wooden stem, then took a tube of liquid near him and gently applied it along the gap to seal it.
After carefully inspecting his work for a while, he opened the small hole in the center of the stem, then ignited it with a finger and, despite the burning pain, inserted his finger into the hole for a moment before quickly removing it and sealing the hole with a prepared piece of skin.
Once all this was done, Komer rested for a short while before repeating the process. Finally, at the end of the stem, he inserted another crystal stone flake and after applying the adhesive liquid, sealed it firmly.
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Now, it was time for the last step. The six-pointed star in the center of the desk glimmered dazzlingly, various symbols and glyphs circling the star, flickering now and then. A mist began to rise in the center of the star, and Komer solemnly placed the wooden stem in the middle of it, setting it straight. The mist soon enveloped both the wooden stem and the six-pointed star together.
Stepping back, he performed a series of hand gestures accompanied by a low chant. The light from the star soon penetrated the mist, and for a moment, green light filled the entire room, submerging it into a verdant fog. Komer silently retreated to the door, thoughtfully observing all that lay before him as if time had stood still.
