Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 387 - 186 Old Friend’s Heart Changes, Parting Ways

Mages have always believed that their path is the correct one.

Especially the Legendary Mages of Laws who can see the true Laws of the world.

They do not have a good outlook for the future of this world.

Therefore, they do not care about the life and decline of ordinary humans.

The Legendary Mage of Laws had thought of countless paths, but in the end, they all felt that destruction was probably the only end for this world.

The Goddess of the Earth and her Divine Artifact, after the Elves and Dwarves had hollowed out the entire world, would not have any chance of survival.

However, unexpectedly, the Gods of Time and Space changed this inevitable outcome.

Since the God of Time and Space emerged, the future of this world has become uncertain to the mages.

Now the World Will nearly completely leans towards those deities who at least delayed the end of the world, and the mages could clearly see that.

In such a situation, mages inevitably had to give way to the deities.

They also felt it was normal, fortunes can turn, and there would be opportunities for mages to rise to power in the future.

But the Gods of Time and Space, capable of controlling hundreds of millions of the Undead Tribe, had effectively put reins on the normally fearless mages.

William talked nicely; he was only in charge of Saral.

But other countries might not lack the backing of deities behind them.

They, too, would sooner or later make the same demands.

Perhaps they would not be so quick while there are still issues within their noble Faction.

But seeing the prospering Saral, it was only a matter of time before other countries would follow suit. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Mages are no fools; they understood the enormous Life Force a prosperous, stable, and secure country could unleash.

But what good does that do for the Mages Association?

Saral even cultivates its own mages.

Are these righteousness-filled mages they raise still true mages?

Mages should always belong to themselves, not to any country.

The choice of Faction for a mage is an innate right of the mage.

They do not wish to be suppressed by deities.

Does it mean that magicians from the Evil Faction cannot appear in the city in the future?

This is unfair.

Such thoughts, which would only lead to William scolding them, the mages swallowed back down their throats; they now had to deal first with that demonized Magister.

This was truly a provocation towards the King of Saral and the Gods of Time and Space.

What was the intention behind this?

If the King of Saral had not noticed, could the demon mage go back and proclaim the failure of deities?

Even if it was a demonized mage, should it be able to go wherever it pleased?

The magicians who colluded with demons did not want to be sentenced to death just like that, and they could understand that.

But what was the point of doing this?

Would the Mage Association change the will of the majority of mages just because they could annoy the Gods of Time and Space?

Knowing that the Mage Association was worried about the Illusion Magic Array in William’s hands which restricted the freedom of mages, and that they planned to compromise with those deities, the Demon Mages also made their resistance.

Even with this Array, even with the ability to monitor Factions, as long as they carried a Demi-God Artifact, they could roam unimpeded.

Was this to show the benefits the Dwarves, considered enemies of the World Will, could bring to the mages?

Were these Demon Mages planning to walk the path of betraying humanity with no return, and if so, did they need to go through so much trouble?

The reason the Mage Association was troubled was that the Illusion Magic Array was the last straw; what did it matter if it became widespread, who said mages necessarily had to go out with malicious intent?

What they were unwilling to accept was that, in the end, it was still theocratic power that prevailed.

Even if there were significant issues within the mages themselves, they should not be resolved under the threat of deities.

This was about the dignity and position of mages.

They planned to only deal with those fools who were in deep trouble and would eventually lose all human consciousness.

The other demonized only for longevity could be dealt with slowly in the future.

In this way, the Mage Association could still maintain its lofty, unafraid status with deities outwardly.

Unfortunately, while they thought well, the Demon Mages did not think the same.

The Vice President’s eyebrows were tightly locked, and his white beard trembled slightly.

The anger in his heart was almost impossible to hide.

If the King of Saral noticed this demonized Magister, it could also cause dissatisfaction with the Mage Association for this prospective deity.

These people hadn’t considered the safety of other Legendary figures who came here.

Indeed, with so many Legendary Mages, they could completely confront a Deity who had not yet ignited the Divine Fire.

But as for the Space Law, not many people knew how to deal with it yet!

If space were sealed, it was possible that some might accidentally lose their lives.

They had risked the wrath of this deity to fight for rights for the mages, only to see this result?

Fortunately, the King of Saral was still reasonable.

Hill sat at the bow of the ship, watching a group of mages walk out.

He recognized the one leading them as Theodore Ibala.

The Mages Association, a faction rather fond of meddling, led by a legendary upholder of the Laws.

A proponent of mage-supremacy.

To some extent, quite a detestable person.

Even the most worthless mage, in his eyes, is more important than an ordinary person without any abilities.

If it was him who had stepped in, did that mean the Mages Association was still not willing to deal with those who collaborated with demons?

Hill did not know why, in the eyes of these people, humans without mage aptitude had no value.

The parents of a mage are not necessarily mages themselves.

But he knew that in William’s eyes, an honest commoner was far more valuable than a Magister who colluded with demons.

"Theodore Ibala, since it’s him personally getting involved, the Mages Association must have many who are demanding the elimination of those who conspire with demons." Fran, who had taken a short rest, quietly made his presence known.

Hill looked at his grandfather in surprise: "Did it rouse you as well? Did you sleep well?"

"Your spells are quite useful." Fran sat down, casually picking at the pastries on the table with a fork.

"That’s good." Hill also knew his grandfather was not the type to waste time sleeping.

"They stopped me because they were afraid I would speak of this to His Majesty the King," Fran said with a cold laugh, "What if His Majesty thought the Mages Association was unwilling to heed his request and decided to compromise with them?"

"His Majesty should know this himself!" Hill was perplexed.

"He originally did not have a beard," Fran suddenly said, "Who is this aged and frail appearance meant to deceive?"

Hill blinked, just having a beard hardly made him unrecognizable, it’s not like his face had changed.

"Looking down on people other than mages leads one to make such foolish actions," Fran said, revealing a trace of a cold smile.

"That wave just now was His Majesty killing someone." Hill whispered, "I sensed the presence of demons."

"How interesting," Fran commented indifferently, "Supremacy of mages, eh! Let him see the kind of beasts he’s protecting!"

"Why is grandfather so angry?" Hill tentatively asked, "Was that man a friend Grandfather valued highly?"

"I’ve known him for decades. He was a close friend even before I came to Saral." Fran said coldly, "If it were not for Melanie, I would have followed him back to the Mages Association. But, it was really not the place to take care of a baby."

"Surely many people know about your friendship, so they sent him to find grandfather," Hill consoled, "He had no other choice."

"He had plenty of choices," Fran said, the corners of his mouth tightening, "He directly introduced a woman for an arranged marriage to Adrian."

Hill uttered a surprised "Ah."

"And he even thinks it’s a rather good match. A daughter of one of Ibala’s legendary students," Fran spoke deliberately, "The type of legend I disdain the most. He even told me that the woman could help Adrian enter the ranks of the legendary."

"Is he one as well?" Hill pressed.

"About the same sort as Miller and the others," Fran stated flatly, "Back when he was legendary, he didn’t look down on me, an Archmage, and I always thought he would be a true friend.

I never imagined that after I became legendary, his attitude would change like this."

"Envy, jealousy, and hatred?" Hill blurted out.

Fran pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"Although the Undead Tribe can be verbose, sometimes they actually hit the mark." He had also heard that phrase chanted by the group of the Undead.

But for the Undead Tribe it was a jest, his former friend, however, truly had become mentally unbalanced.

In the course of the conversation, his demeanor was as if Adrian had already completely lost hope of becoming legendary.

Only by offering up all the alchemy formulas from his Magic Tower to Ibala, in exchange for a sham promotion to legendary status, could it be possible.

And he would have to marry a woman from that place, as a sign of submission.

Fran understood after hearing a few sentences, the guy must think Adrian will definitely choose this, otherwise Fran might end up passing on all his good stuff to Hill.

In his mind, between a student with Magister status and a grandson with legendary warlock status, anyone would choose the legendary.

Even if that was the heir Fran acknowledged.

The undertone that Hill and Adrian would definitely start fighting each other was all too apparent.

It was quite hard for Fran not to notice.

"There’s always someone who befriends only those weaker than themselves," Hill comforted, "Let such a person stay in the long river of time, Grandfather’s future is still growing!"

Fran shook his head: "I’m not troubled, just a bit regretful. It seems nothing from the past can be preserved."

He sighed softly.

"Does Uncle Adrian know?" Hill quickly asked.

"I’ve directly told Adrian not to return to the Magic Tower," Fran said expressionlessly, "We have unexpected guests."

"They’re leaving," Merkel suddenly spoke up.

A man walked out from the entrance of Fran’s Magic Tower.

He looked up slightly, scanning around, his gentle face adorned with a soft smile.

Just standing there, he exuded a sense of clarity and composure.

Hill suppressed the urge to look at Fran; such a person could indeed easily convince his own grandfather.

Still not seeing Fran appear after scanning around, the man furrowed his brows.

Just as he was about to approach Adrian by the deep pit, Ibala called him away.

Fran stood up, watching his former friend fly away with that group of people.

The usually erect back curved ever so slightly.

Though it almost immediately returned to its original state.

Hill lowered his head, quietly sipping his juice.