Chapter 139: The Warrior and the Wizard

Chapter 139: The Warrior and the Wizard

Bran guessed right; the city walls were indeed gone without a trace. The former Northland City could be said to have completely vanished. The most “grand” building left was only the City Manor. Transformation was Bran’s specialty, and a gate wide enough for the Ancient Tree to pass through sideways was completed in an instant. Set against this gate, the City Manor looked somewhat misshapen.

The Ancient Tree’s other four legs had begun to take shape, though they couldn’t move yet, as the underground roots still needed a lot of time to deal with. But this didn’t dampen his enthusiasm; the legs kicked about wildly.

Huahua found a fun game, which was squatting on the Ancient Tree’s leg. Although Bran also wanted to be like Huahua, he suppressed this impulse; he really needed to maintain his already scarce dignity.

Bran gave up the idea of building things himself. This city could only be built by the people here. Only by putting in hard work would they cherish it and gradually develop a sense of belonging. He only needed to manage his own City Manor well.

Everything would get better; it just needed a little time, and what he had the most of was time.

…

Tirui was now in a good position. Although the Delegation had lost all face this time, he became the biggest winner. The Anya Kingdom, with its powerful military, had made most people accustomed to a strong, dominant style. In contrast, someone like Tirui, with his somewhat milder temperament, became a necessary minority.

When the Delegation returned, of course there were no rewards; various punishments followed. This included punishment for Tirui, but anyone with eyes could see it was a tactic of demotion in name but promotion in reality. Tirui, this old man who had never been successful, had finally gotten his break.

Everyone understood this was due to the circumstances, including Tirui.

The Anya Kingdom still had many matters to handle. Their own people needed punishment, but they also had to consider the face of their allies. So, the severity of the punishments was—loud thunder but small raindrops. Otherwise, slapping their own people in front of all their allies—whose face would that be slapping?

After punishing their own, they also had to give thanks, thanking the various allies for their great help. This matter was quite disgusting! Everyone knew perfectly well that most of those who had actually helped had died at the end of the road to subdue Bran.

But, what else could they do?

The ones who deserved the most thanks were already dead. The rest of these lively ones watched the Anya People’s misfortune, waiting for the right moment, ready to pounce and take a few bites at any time.

Bran’s image also needed to be re-promoted and redesigned. With the news of him accepting Wizards, the Anya Kingdom found a good opportunity—the White-robed Sorcerer.

Although these White Robes also came from all over, the White Robes were, after all, an organization that originated from the Anya Kingdom. The Anya Kingdom had always had good relations with the White Robes; otherwise, they couldn’t have used the White Robes as the Delegation’s trump card.

During the Delegation incident, the White Robes didn’t play much of a role, and even showed signs of turning. But it at least proved these people still had strong principles; no one fled during the crisis. After all, they couldn’t let the White Robes go to their deaths with no chance of winning; they weren’t suicide soldiers.

The White Robes’ actions caused dissatisfaction among many, but no one dared to speak it openly. Most people harbored the thought: We suffered heavy casualties, so why should you—the White Robes—remain unscathed? But with such a mindset, how could they dare to speak openly?

Precisely because no one voiced their ill will, the White Robes remained their old friends. A friend’s friend should, of course, also be a friend. Although in most cases there was no causal connection, this didn’t affect the promotional efforts.

…

The current turmoil within Anya no longer had much negative impact on Tirui; he only needed to wait quietly for this incident to settle down.

At this moment, Tirui was reading Pachu’s message delivered by flying crow. In the letter, Pachu clearly stated the following points:

How far could Wizards go? Though it was still a question, Evolution was inevitable. A Wizard’s Evolution did not rely on luck. The progress the White-robed Ones had made already explained everything.

The paths of the Warrior and the Wizard did not conflict; they could even promote each other. Through contact, Pachu discovered that Bran was also a very powerful Warrior. Even without using his Wizard abilities, he was difficult to defeat with just swords.

Bran was a very easygoing person, as long as one harbored no ill will towards him. In daily life, he didn’t mind some offenses. After spending time with him, it was hard to link him with being a ruthless killer. His bloodlust likely stemmed from his view on life and death, which was very different from ours. He took life and death very lightly, not only towards others but also towards himself.

Finally, Pachu hoped Tirui could seize the opportunity.

Tirui noticed that “harbor no ill will” was repeated many times, which brought a slight smile to his lips. The greatest gain from following the Delegation this time was making a friend like Pachu. This was Pachu hinting to him that Bran had the ability to sense others’ emotions, so he must be careful when selecting family members to send.

Tirui had already decided to select youths from his family to go to Northland City, but before that, he needed to communicate with others. Thinking that the paths of the Warrior and the Wizard could advance side by side, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement.

Regarding the incident of Wood’s killing, everyone was attracted by the secret of Wizard Evolution at the time. They overlooked the power Bran displayed by combining martial skills and abilities. The dazzling sword light Bran showed at the gate of Northland City was completely overshadowed by the Wizard’s brilliance.

Pachu reminded him that even if one couldn’t become a Wizard like the White Robes, one could combine the two to advance one’s martial power further.

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In the Royal Palace, people listened to Tirui’s description. Some matters about the White Robes in Northland City weren’t secrets; many here had connections with the White Robes.

Most of Anya’s White Robes remained in the kingdom; only a minority went to Northland City. But many signs now indicated they had begun to split, especially after hearing about their former partners making breakthroughs one after another.

The situation was somewhat embarrassing. How much time had passed? They had to send a new team to Northland City again.

Send it. The Anya Kingdom could not hesitate. Perhaps while they were discussing this, Anya’s allies or enemies had already dispatched people to seek learning.

Tirui emphasized “must not harbor ill will!”

Though this point was somewhat troublesome, brainwashing was exactly what these people were good at. They only needed to invoke various righteous causes. For example, we don’t fight for hatred, but for our respective beliefs; we should respect our opponent. A measure of respect was enough to suppress much ill will and generate much goodwill.

By pointing out the key in front of everyone, Tirui made all present owe him a favor. The families were not only cooperative partners but also competitors. Although Tirui did this to avoid them holding him back, this favor was real. It seemed the first batch sent to Northland City must include people from Tirui’s family.

Who knows when the next batch would be. The looks people exchanged began to carry wariness and wry smiles.