Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe



At the northern gates of Stratford, a large group of Magi had assembled, numbering close to thirty. In comparison, the mercenaries were twice as many.

Close to a hundred men and women had finished their preparations and were finally ready to depart for battle.

Their presence alone seemed to charge the air with an intense, palpable energy. The snow around them was untouched by frost as if their mere presence kept winter at bay.

The townspeople had also gathered, standing on either side of the main street, wishing words of encouragement and thanking the brave warriors for what they were about to do.

Stratford had been ravaged by the attack of the wolf tide once every month for more than half a year now. However, tonight all that would change.

Toward these people who had bravely stepped up to fight the demonic beasts, the townsfolk had nothing but admiration and respect.

Almost all the Magi and mercenaries had gathered, except for Gore and Adam and his team.

Mayor Hobbs, standing at the forefront of the group, looked around, searching for the raven- haired youth. He seemed to be visibly frustrated and he yelled out loud, "Where is Magus Constantine? Don't tell me he still hasn't finished concocting the potions?"

The nearby people looked around for the youth but they couldn't find him anywhere. Gradually, they started to become tense.

Adam had promised Gore that he would be able to brew a large batch of potions before the day of the battle. If he reneged on the promise now, everyone would be put in a very dire situation.

After all, if each person could carry a handful of Potions of Explosion with them, their fighting prowess would drastically increase on the battlefield.

Although they could still fight with the wolves without using the potions, but that way, there would be significant casualties among them.

Even after searching for a few minutes, they couldn't find any trace of Adam. One of the town council members approached the mayor and whispered anxiously, "Could it be that the boy wasn't able to concoct so many potions by the deadline?"

"I don't know," said another council member. "He seemed to be very confident in his skills."

Mayor Hobbs remained silent for a few moments, his eyebrows furrowing tightly. He thought of the possibility of Adam deserting the town and couldn't help but become furious.

Finally, he came to a decision and he instructed the few Magi near him, "Quickly go to The White Stag-"

But right at the moment, there was a small commotion in the rear end of the crowd. The crowd parted and slowly made way for a small group of people.

It was none other than Adam and his entourage-his three students, Kenley, and Ragnar.

Seeing Adam finally arrive, the people's morale was significantly boosted. Of course, it was mainly due to the fact that Adam's arrival meant that he had finally finished concocting the Potions of Explosion.

Adam walked toward the old mayor and stood before him, an amused smile gradually forming on his lips. "Lord Mayor, did you perhaps think I had abandoned the town?"

For a moment, Mayor Hobbs found himself at a loss for words. But he quickly greeted the youth with a hearty laugh, "Hahaha, Magus Constantine, I could never. I know what a kind and righteous person you are."

"Oh, is that so?" Adam smirked. "I guess you're right."

Alan, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but ask eagerly, "Magus Constantine, have you finished brewing the potions?"

"Of course." Adam nodded. He then instructed the people around him to make some space.

Following that, he waved his hand and conjured a dozen large, wooden chests from his earring. Seeing so many boxes appear before them, the people were shocked.

Mayor Hobbs was gobsmacked as he pointed at the chests with his trembling hand. "Just how many potions did you concoct?"

"Hmm..." Adam stroked his chin. "Each chest contains fifty Potions of Explosion. I know I had promised to equip each person with six potions, but I went ahead and made some extra. So, in total, there should be exactly 600 potions of explosions in these chests."

A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd as they looked at Adam as if he were some kind of monster.

600 potions in just 2 weeks?! How many hands does he have?! They thought.

One of the council members couldn't help but be amazed, "Magus Constantine, you... you were able to make these in just two weeks?! Incredible!"

Adam simply smiled in response. In truth, he had only concocted about three hundred of them in the past two weeks. The other three hundred were lying inside his earring, catching dust.

He always kept a large number of these potions at hand for emergencies.

That and he liked explosives. Very much.

The youth then looked at Mayor Hobbs, who was still in a state of disbelief, and said, "How about you look over the distribution? Six for each of us and you can give a few extra potions to the mercenaries since they don't have a lot of firepower compared to us Magi."

Mayor Hobbs snapped out of his stupefied state and nodded in a daze. "R-Right, That sounds reasonable."

With that said, he instructed the people to stand in line as he and the four town council members started distributing the crystal glass vials to everyone.

"You have truly outdone yourself, boy."

Right at that moment, a deep voice sounded from behind the crowd. Everyone turned their head in that direction and saw that Gore was riding his white tiger and slowly approaching

them.

At once, the people made way and bowed sincerely.

"Greetings, Lord Darkmore!" They said in unison.

Gore ignored everyone and made his way straight toward Adam. The enormous tiger stopped right beside the youth, glancing at him menacingly.

"When you claimed that you would be able to equip each Magus and mercenary with six potions each, a part of me didn't believe it," he said as he looked down upon the youth. "But I must say, I am truly impressed." Gore's lips curled up into a smirk.

Adam placed his right hand on his chest and bowed respectfully. "I'm glad I could be of use,

my lord."

Kenley, Ragnar, and his students who were standing behind Adam couldn't help but praise how good of an actor he really was.

But more importantly, they were truly surprised that Gore hadn't been able to see through

Adam's rank!

About ten minutes later, after all the potions had been distributed, Gore raised his fist and roared heroically, "My fellow warriors, onward to battle!"

"OHHH!!!" The people responded excitedly.

With that, Gore rode on his familiar and slowly led the Magi and Mercenary out of the town

gates and into the depths of the Weeping Woods.

The townsfolk sent them off with an emotional farewell. They couldn't help but feel

immensely grateful to these brave warriors.

Meanwhile, in the center of the town, perching atop the spire of the public library, Valerian

gazed at Adam's departing back with his piercing topaz eyes.

Seeing the large group of people gradually step inside the Weeping Woods, he meowed

pitifully.

"Myu... time to get to work."