Black Hearted Mage

Chapter 120: Revenge Journey 6

The busy nobles returned to their seats, enjoying a sumptuous dinner and happily discussing their bets. Leonard now had a sullen expression, feeling as if a piece of his flesh had been cut off.

Kaschi, wearing a low-cut dress, glanced at Leonard with disdain. The old man placed too much importance on gold coins, only wanting to win them through gambling, completely ignoring the fact that those nobles were also his allies.

Kaschi was also waiting to see what Ronald had in store. She had secretly investigated the old man. Ronald had been secretly acquiring magic crystals and herbs, sending a large quantity away every year, but she had never been able to find out where they were being sent.

A quarter of an hour later, a figure dressed in black leather armor arrived. It was the person who delivered the goods for Leonard, and Kasqi was sure of that.

After seeing the person coming, Caesars also made preparations silently. He put on the Frost Crown Badge and took out the strangely shaped Death Staff.

This staff did not belong to Roland Continent; all of its materials came from the Demon Realm. Instead of magic patterns, it was engraved with low-level runes.

The difference between runes and magic runes lies in their level. The effects of high-level magic runes are far lower than those of the lowest-level runes. Runes are generated in higher-level planes and are another way of understanding magical energy. In short, runes are more powerful.

Caesars stared at the newcomer, clad in pitch-black leather armor, his face hidden. He wore a full set of magic-patterned leather armor, and it was clear he was a stealth fighter, more likely an assassin.

The leather-armored figure briefly spoke with Leonard, then turned to Kaesus. He was deeply displeased with Leonard for summoning him, but due to undisclosed circumstances, he was forced to step into the arena and fight.

This is a very strong opponent. Kaisas checked his magic accessories and added elemental crystals to each of the two protective bracelets.

"Kaisas, the shape of your staff is so weird!"

When Rad saw Caesar's staff, he wanted to take a closer look at it. There were very complicated patterns on it, but he couldn't understand any of them.

"Rad, stop groping around. You can't lift this staff, and it'll hurt your foot!"

"So heavy?"

"Anyway, it's one or two times heavier than magic steel. I should go on stage now. You just wait for the gold coins!"

Kaisas walked towards the martial arts arena, and with every step he took, a buff spell fell on him. When he stepped onto the martial arts arena, a magic shield also appeared on his body.

Many people outside the arena were shocked. The man who had injured two great warriors with brute force was actually a magician. Even the two senior magicians of the Mage Alliance found it all too incredible.

"He is a dark magician. Judging from the fluctuations of his magic power, he is also a high-level magician!"

"His magic badge is a bit strange, I've never seen it before, and the material is different too!"

As soon as one magician finished speaking, another magician discovered a different magic emblem. The magic emblems of the major magic forces generally use gold as the base material, and use fine filaments made of magic copper to fill the magic pattern.

“It’s different indeed!”

With Caesars and the leather-armored man entering the arena, the third round of battle began. Kasiki had just overheard the conversation between Ronald and the leather-armored man and had guessed something. Count Ronald, possessing immense wealth within the Violet Alliance, seemed little more than a pawn.

A dozen of Leonard's servants hurried to the edge of the arena and took away an equal number of magic lamps, dimming the entire arena. Caesars knew that this would provide a better combat environment for the leather armored men, while also increasing the difficulty for himself.

Rad was a little nervous. Caesar's opponent was an assassin, and magicians were most afraid of this profession.

The leather-armored figure entered stealth mode, signaling the start of the battlefield battle. Caesars muttered an incantation, his Dark Shock spell already reaching critical mass. He slammed the Death Staff in his right hand to the ground, sending a circular shockwave radiating from the staff's center.

Since the Earl's Palace's martial arts arena wasn't standard, it was only about thirty yards in size, while a standard martial arts arena was fifty yards. Dark Blast's effective range was twenty yards, and with Caesars's use of brute force, it could extend the range by an additional five yards.

The stealthy opponent was affected by the dark shock, and his stealth was immediately broken. He quickly threw out the flash powder, and with a flash of intense light, he quickly disappeared.

The Vanish skill has a time limit, as does the Dark Shock spell, requiring a wait of about a minute before it can be cast again. When the Corrosion Cloud chants, the surrounding dark elements seem to boil.

The cloud of corruption enveloped Kaisas, and he took the opportunity to explore his opponent's position. He took out several bottles of potions from his space ring. They emitted a milky white glow and looked like fluorescent potions specifically designed to deal with stalkers.

The stealthy leather-armored man did not dare to approach. He felt the danger of the cloud of corrosion, and the potion in Kaisas's hand made him feel even more threatened.

When the cloud of corrosion dissipated, the tormented leather-armored man circled behind Kaisas and launched the first attack. The dagger, flashing with cold light, stabbed Kaisas' waist at an extremely fast speed. His stealth skill was also automatically broken during the attack.

Count Leonard's face was full of smiles. As long as he could win back a game, he could recover most of his lost gold coins.

Rad watched the scene in shock, sweat already breaking out on his forehead. Magicians had powerful attacks, but they were also the most fragile of all professions, and their greatest fear was sneak attacks from the shadows.

A high-level magic shield may be able to resist a sneak attack, but it cannot resist a second one. Assassins are a swift profession. Their attack speed is very fast and they will attack continuously.

Aside from a few delighted nobles, the others who had placed bets on Caesars were sweating with anxiety. If Caesars lost, the gold coins they had just added to their bets would be gone.

When a sharp dagger appeared behind him, Caesars had already noticed it and used the flash spell almost immediately.

The dagger darted forward like lightning, its attack speed astonishing, as if time had stood still. In the blink of an eye, it completed three incredibly fierce combos, each one carrying a deadly threat. Just when everyone thought the outcome was decided and the situation clear, an astonishing scene occurred—two dazzling magic shields suddenly appeared on Caesar's body!

These two magical shields were like impenetrable fortresses, shimmering with mysterious and intricate magical patterns. Anyone with even a passing understanding of magic would instantly recognize the meaning of these patterns: they were powerful shield spells cast by a Grand Mage!

"A great magician-level protective shield!"

At that moment, a sudden exclamation rang out, shattering the tense and solemn atmosphere. However, this exclamation did not come from the mages proficient in magic, nor from the numerous nobles present, but from Caschi, who stood beside Earl Leonard. She stared at the two magical shields in astonishment, unable to believe what she was seeing.

The ability to simultaneously cast a double magical shield required no further thought, and one could deduce that this must be achieved with the aid of some rare and precious magical accessory. Facing this magical accessory with its exceptionally high defensive power, the nobles present all revealed unconcealed envy and greed. They knew that if such a treasure fell into their hands, it would undoubtedly greatly enhance their own safety.

After landing safely on the ground, Caesars, without hesitation, unleashed a terrifyingly powerful dark attack. A surge of dark energy, like a roaring wave, swept toward the assassin, attempting to prevent him from advancing any further. At the same time, he raised his hand, and two exquisite potion bottles streaked through the air like meteors before slamming heavily to the ground.

The assassin was also in shock. Caesar's magic trinket was ridiculously powerful. He would need to attack him over a dozen times in a row to break a magic shield of this level of defense. And the time it took to attack him over a dozen times was enough for the opponent to attack him with magic.

The two potion bottles arced through the air before plummeting to the ground. In a split second, the assassin reacted with lightning speed, dodging the sudden attack with ghostly agility. He absolutely refused to allow even a single drop of the fluorescent potion to stain his body; if it did, he would no longer be able to perform his elusive stealth skills.

Meanwhile, Caesars was also busy. Like a gust of wind, he dashed around the spacious arena. With each swing of his staff, dark, deep shadowy bolts whizzed out like meteors chasing the moon, hurtling straight towards the assassin. Faced with such a dense and swift attack, the assassin was momentarily flustered and unsure of his whereabouts. However, in his hasty evasion, he accidentally stepped heavily on the scattered potions with his boot.

Unexpectedly, Caesars, who had been continuously launching magical attacks, suddenly stopped with a smile on his face and shouted loudly: "Haha, you lose! If you admit defeat now, you may be able to avoid some pain!"

Hearing this, the leather-armored man couldn't help but feel baffled. After all, in his opinion, these fluorescent potions, while annoying, weren't life-threatening. Why would the other party think he was defeated and even demand his surrender?

Despite his suspicions, the assassin decided to try to move, just in case something unexpected happened. However, something horrified him: he could feel his body moving, but his feet didn't. Looking down, he discovered his legs were still firmly planted, unmoved. Even worse, when he cast his gaze down again, a bone-chilling chill washed over him, sending a violent shudder through his body. A thick, fluorescent layer of frost had silently begun to spread from his boots, climbing upward at breakneck speed, covering his entire legs in the blink of an eye...

"What kind of potion is this?" the assassin asked with confusion and fear. An assassin unable to move his body would become a sitting duck for the spell.

"Admit defeat first, everyone is still waiting to get the gold coins, otherwise I will have no choice but to knock you to the ground!"

Caesar really wanted to kill this man, but now was not the time.

The assassin sheathed his two daggers and raised his right hand, signaling his surrender. Count Leonard, seated in his seat, witnessed this scene and clutched his chest with a trembling right hand. These minor nobles had staked their lives on this, and today they stood to lose at least hundreds of thousands of gold coins, perhaps even millions.

"Leonard, your ally is blind today. Basten actually chose him as the target of the banquet program!" Kasqi looked at Leonard with a heartbroken face and said with a smile.

Kaschi's words were like a sharp dagger, ruthlessly piercing Leonard's still-unhealed wound and adding salt to the wound. Although Count Leonard pretended to be calm on the surface, seemingly no longer as stingy as before, in reality, this stinginess had long been deeply ingrained in his bones and soul, and it was difficult to erase.

Faced with this devastating loss of tens of millions of gold coins, Leonard's heart felt as if it were being pierced by thousands of needles simultaneously. The pain was so unbearable that he could barely breathe. Yet, even in such agony, he gritted his teeth and roared at Kasiqi, "Kasiqi, don't forget, we are still close allies!"

However, Kaschi turned a deaf ear to Leonard's warning, and responded in a cold and sarcastic tone: "My Lord Earl, your so-called allies are really too numerous to count! Look at the assassin who just showed his skills in the arena, isn't he also one of your many allies?" After that, she glanced at Leonard with contempt, her eyes full of disdain and contempt, as if the person in front of her did not deserve her respect at all.

At this moment, Kasiki stared intently at Caesars as he slowly walked down the arena and headed confidently towards the betting area. She secretly thought that Leonard had probably run out of tricks this time, and had no other tricks to turn the situation around.

As expected, within a few moments, the original ten thousand gold coins had rapidly grown to a whopping forty thousand. Caesars pocketed the gold without hesitation. Meanwhile, the lesser nobles, who had been watching the outcome of the gambling game, were instantly excited. They flocked to the betting station like a swarm of bees, vying to claim their share of the generous reward. And the one rushing to the front was surprisingly a beaming Rad.