Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe

Chapter 516: Red Door



"Hoh?" Adam's eyebrow rose in amusement. "Impasse?"

Seeing the blatant mockery in the youth's eyes, Gore was enraged. However, before he could even speak another word, Adam walked toward him with a domineering aura.

"You really think you can stop me?" Asked the youth.

Recalling how easily Adam had dealt with the Rank 2 werewolf, Gore didn't have the

confidence to take him head-on, despite having the aid of his familiar.

Furthermore, that last technique where Adam had disintegrated the werewolf's upper body into blood mist sent shivers down his spine.

Damn it! Gore cursed inwardly. I can't back down now... or else this kid's going to lay claim to the vast majority of the treasures inside.

He calmed himself down and flatly stated, "We split equally whatever we find inside. If you don't agree, I don't mind having a showdown right here right now."

Adam looked at the burly, middle-aged man with a strange expression. "So that's what you were worried about?"

He paused for a moment and shook his head, sighing, "Fine, whatever." With that said, he walked past the man and stepped foot inside the manor.

Gore was taken aback at this development. He was sure that the youth would vehemently argue back with him, but surprisingly everything went according to plan.

Should I have asked for a bigger share? He thought to himself.

But the next moment, his eyes narrowed as he saw Adam's departing back.

No, that was too easy! What is he after? Could it be something other than treasures?

He hurriedly followed after him, not wanting to be left behind. Whatever it was that lay inside this manor, Gore had to make sure that he got his hands on it.

Moreover, he decided to be extremely vigilant while working with Adam. He found it suspicious that the youth had agreed to his terms so easily.

...

Mayor Hobbs along with the four town council members had formed a squad, along with a few other mercenaries, and were desperately fighting for their lives.

They attacked one pack of wolves after another, but the horde seemed endless. The old mayor was in an extremely frantic state at the moment.

When the battle first began, he was taken aback by the fact that there were two werewolves less on the enemy side.

He didn't know that these two missing werewolves had already been taken care of-and experimented on-by Adam a few weeks ago.

But nothing could have prepared him for the shock brought about by the fact that the Rank 2 werewolf, Jason Howlett, had actually been killed by Adam, whom he had thought was nothing more than a Rank 1 Magus!

Damn it! That Herbalist is simply way too powerful! Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that there would be a Rank 2 Magus who would be able to take care of Jason so easily!

Even though the old mayor had invited Gore, a Rank 2 Magus, to come to Stratford and help them solve the wolf problem, he was confident that the man wouldn't be able to hold a candle against the werewolves.

But all of his plans had gone up in smoke when Adam revealed himself as a Mana Liquefaction Magus and murdered Jason Howlett.

He continued to hack down the frenzied wolves with his sword, but his mind was somewhere else entirely. His gaze shifted between the Howlett Manor and the beasts in front of him.

What do I do? What do I do?!

If those two Magi make their way toward the underground chamber, the plans that our forefathers have worked on for generations will be ruined!!

No! I cannot let that happen on my watch!

His eyes flashed with a venomous light as he attacked the wolves around him in a maniacal manner. He roared, "We must kill these beasts and make our way to the manor! Hurry!"

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The moment Adam and Gore stepped inside the abandoned manor, all the clamor from the battle raging on outside strangely subsided. All that could be heard was the sound of their footsteps.

Gore took a deep breath. He could smell the faint, lingering scent of damp fur-a chilling reminder of the werewolves that once called this place home.

He could see cobwebs hanging from every corner of the room, and the remnants of broken furniture scattered all over the place.

Everywhere he looked, he couldn't find anything worthwhile. His expression turned cold as he thought to himself, Those werewolves were guarding this manor, there has to be something in

here!

He moved from room to room, his search growing increasingly desperate. The disappointment began to settle in as he stood in the final chamber on the floor.

After having searched every nook and cranny of the two floors, he found nothing. Suddenly, he thought of a possibility, causing him to be enraged.

Adam was blasted through the roof of this manor by that werewolf. Could it be that he has already bagged all the treasures?

He turned his head in the direction Adam was standing in and stomped toward him.

No wonder he was so carefree about the division of treasures! He's already hoarded them all! He clasped the youth's shoulder and angrily turned him around. He looked him in the eye and spat through gritted teeth, "You son of a bitch, you've taken all the treasures, haven't you?" Adam coldly looked at him and replied while pointing in the direction of the staircase that led to the basement, "What you seek is down there."

Gore's eyes narrowed and he asked, "How do I know you're telling the truth?"

Adam shrugged. "You don't, but I am."

Gore looked into Adam's jet-black eyes, trying to discern if he was telling the truth. But for some reason, he found himself going into a momentary daze as he gazed into the youth's

eyes.

He hurriedly looked away, his back drenched in a cold sweat.

What the hell was that?! He thought in alarm.

Without waiting a moment longer, he made his way to the basement.

Adam looked at the man's departing back with an indifferent expression. He scanned the spell components inside his earring one more time before finally following after him.

Upon reaching the basement, he found that Gore had scoured through the place and found nothing. Now, he was standing in front of the red door with an apprehensive look on his face. "This is the place, isn't it?" Gore said in a low voice. "This is what the werewolves had been

guarding."

Adam nodded. "Indeed. This was as far as I'd reached before the Rank 2 werewolf found me." He paused for a moment before solemnly stating, "He came from inside that door."

Gore turned around and flatly said to Adam, "You will go in first."

Adam stepped forward and stood before the red door. He didn't mind cooperating with the man. After all, who knew what lay beyond the door? It was better to be safe than sorry.

He took a deep breath and finally opened the red door.

A gust of cold wind blew in from inside, causing the pair to shudder. They could feel an ominous energy coming from the other side.

Adam resolved himself and finally moved forward. However, before he could even take a step inside, an unexpected sound was suddenly heard coming from the depths of the darkness!

"Sigh..."