I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 366: The Arrogant Mage

The mercenaries, merchant guild members, surrounding servants, and even Richard and Corbin behind Eric, all stared unblinkingly at the vines wrapped around the young man.

"Is... is there an Elf attacking?" a mercenary muttered, gripping his weapon.

His comrade, eyes still glued to the young man, quickly smacked him and scolded, "Do you think Elves are thieves or something? Can they turn invisible? Besides, even if an Elf really approached, the captain would have detected them long ago."

The land where they were camped had basically been cleared for farming; the trees, tall and short, had long been uprooted by the Snow Wolves for firewood. Apart from the grassland, there wasn’t a single tall tree around.

Everyone knew that Elves were practically invincible in the forest. To detect an Elf in the woods, one had to be at least level five in strength.

But if an Elf was in an environment without vegetation, their strength would decrease significantly, and their ability to hide would be almost zero.

This area was not suitable for Elves to hide, and their captain and the high-level warriors hadn’t sensed any enemies.

Besides, why would the Elf race have nothing better to do than attack them?

They hadn’t provoked the Elves at all; even the docking port was within the Golden Kingdom’s jurisdiction and had nothing to do with the Elf race.

It seemed the only person who could use magic was...

Everyone coincidentally turned their eyes toward Eric and Arthur, who was standing beside him.

"?" Arthur glared back unpleasantly.

Richard stepped forward quickly, carefully observing the miserable state of the young man. The youth was both ashamed and angry, his face flushed red, unable to break free no matter how hard he struggled.

Having long disliked the condescending attitude of mages, Richard crossed his arms and laughed loudly a few times. Only then did he draw his greatsword, gesturing maliciously over the young man’s body.

"Don’t move. I can’t guarantee I won’t hurt you; these vines are tied very tight."

Who was he fooling! Who would believe that a level seven knight didn’t have precise technique? He was obviously messing with him!

The young man was both angry and terrified, and he couldn’t help but start trembling.

Just then, whoosh whoosh, several wind blades suddenly condensed in mid-air and fell without mercy. Several cut the vines on the young man, while the rest fell toward Richard and the white-robed apprentice.

Richard, having drawn his greatsword at some unknown point, raised it and swung it lightly a few times, colliding with the wind blades. After a few clanging sounds, the wind blades were all knocked aside.

The white-robed apprentice beside him was unharmed, just pale in the face from fright. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Oh, willing to come out now? Noble Mage?" Richard mocked.

Watching a good show for free, Eric quietly retracted his hand, looking guiltily at Arthur, who was taking the blame for him.

Fortunately, at this moment, no one was paying attention to who had used the nature magic; everyone was attracted by the commotion over there.

Corbin stepped forward with a headache. Seeing that no one was injured, he raised his hand as a mediator: "Alright, alright, isn’t it just a meal? Jack, just make it for him, consider it a favor to me."

Old Jack’s voice came from the adjacent tent: "Who I want to cook for, and when I want to do it, is none of your business."

He slowly lifted the tent flap, his face dark. He had heard the commotion outside clearly and said angrily, "Even if a Archmage came, I would say the same thing. Who are you to come here and threaten me, and even want to hit my student?"

This was addressed to the young mage. The young man’s face turned red, then white, then green, looking just like a color palette.

Richard, not minding the chaos, chimed in, "Exactly. Making it for you casually is already good enough, why make a big deal out of it? Old Jack was invited by Corbin with great difficulty; did you think he was a chef preparing meals for you?"

At this moment, the source of the dispute finally revealed himself. A middle-aged man wearing a black mage’s robe embroidered with complex, mysterious patterns that shimmered under the sunlight stepped out, holding a magnificent magic staff.

Seeing him, the young man immediately called out, "Teacher," and sneaked behind him.

The man’s face sank as he looked around. He didn’t answer Old Jack; instead, he looked at Arthur and asked, "Was it you who bound my student?"

Eric thought, oh no, thinking no one would remember them, but he didn’t expect this guy to hold such a grudge. He nervously reached out and tugged at Arthur’s shirt.

At this moment, Arthur was surprisingly clever. He frowned and said, "Your student was so rude, so what if I bound him? I didn’t hit him."

He looked at the young man with disgust: "And he was so noisy."

The middle-aged man laughed instead of getting angry, slowly raising the staff in his hand.

The mage hired by the Halun merchant group was certainly no slouch; his magic casting speed would definitely be fast. Eric tensed up inside, ready to fight.

"Enough!" Corbin said angrily.

He stepped forward quickly with a dark face, raising his hand to stop Pai’s movement, and said in a low voice, "Stop this instant. These are my guests; you are being too rude."

Pai slowly lowered his staff, but his eyes were like those of a venomous snake, staring gloomily at Eric and Arthur.

"I naturally won’t offend President Corbin’s guests, but since they laid hands on my student, they should give me an explanation."

Ignored on the side until now, Old Jack was almost angry enough to laugh: "Then shouldn’t you give my student an explanation too? It was he who wanted to strike first just now. As I see it, that magic shouldn’t have just bound him."

He had seen plenty of mages, but this was the first time he had met one so arrogant that his nose grew toward the sky.

This Pai was someone Corbin had temporarily found at the Mage Guild. The high-level mage who originally cooperated with the Halun merchant group had gone out for training, preparing to advance to the rank of Archmage.

From their first meeting, Old Jack didn’t have a good impression of Pai. On such a large merchant ship, whenever this Pai came out, he would act pretentiously and cover his nose, complaining that the ship smelled of cows.

Corbin’s chartered cargo ship was huge, and the dairy cows were in the very last hold. Did he think he was a beastman that he could smell it?

Pai’s expression twisted unnaturally for a moment. He glanced disdainfully at Old Jack, with no intention of replying.

"President Corbin, when you invited me, you didn’t say this. My food, clothing, housing, and transportation were all supposed to be of the highest standard. Why are you going back on your word now, and even blaming my student for being rude?"

Actually, Corbin had had enough of this mage throughout the journey. He said with a warning look in his eyes, "You can choose whatever you want from the merchant group’s goods, but Jack won’t cook specifically for you. Even I don’t have that privilege."

He turned his head and bowed to Eric and Arthur to apologize: "I apologize to you two. Thank you for shielding Tara just now. You don’t need to trouble yourselves with the matter here; I will handle it well."

Eric knew this was Corbin helping them out of the situation. He didn’t intend to ask more and led Arthur away.

Behind them, Pai’s anger almost materialized. He glared viciously at the people present, knowing he wouldn’t gain any advantage, so he flung his sleeves and turned to leave.

Old Jack was so angry his white beard stood up. His aged finger pointed at Pai’s retreating back as he said angrily, "Corbin, look at the mage you invited back. If this goes on, he’ll cause trouble sooner or later."

Corbin looked at the two leaving with an expressionless face, not caring if he was heard: "There won’t be a next time."

A merchant group couldn’t be without a high-level mage to guard it. He had set sail early this year, and only a few low and intermediate-level mages remained in the group.

High-level mages weren’t easy to find. He had run to the Mage Guild several times without success. Some didn’t deign to cooperate with him, while others simply weren’t in the capital.

Until the very end, this wind mage named Pai agreed to his request.

Corbin’s close friend had connections in the Mage Guild and had specifically told him not to trust Pai completely.

This guy’s reputation wasn’t very good. It was said that he had fled back this time because he had provoked someone he shouldn’t have. Having lost many high-level items, he was in a hurry to take on a mission.