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The next morning, the group departed from Blackstone Town.
Due to Merlin the Mage's eccentric personality, Tifet was worried they would return empty-handed. Therefore, she suggested using Yasthia's identity; although it might not be very effective, it was better than Garen going alone. To ensure Yasthia's safety, Tifet and the dog would accompany her. As for the deer and the lion, they were left in town to guard the lighthouse.
Of course, after experiencing a series of events, no one would dare to target the lighthouse again. The real reason was likely that Tifet wanted to get rid of the simple-minded lion and let the deer keep him company.
The carriage was provided by Edward, with two well-bred Loxilan Black Stallions galloping tirelessly. After about half a day's journey, they arrived near Luscia City.
"Do not provoke Merlin the Mage; even if we fail, we cannot anger her," Tifet reminded them once more as they approached Luscia City.
Garen boredly counted on his fingers. "This is the seventh time you've said that."
"That's because you may not understand how terrifying this person is," Tifet replied calmly. "In fact, I believe she might already anticipate our arrival."
"Precognition?" Garen blinked in surprise.
"You could think of it that way," Tifet nodded. "Moreover, she is a god-level figure in this field; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to kill a member of the Celestial Race."
Garen felt somewhat confused.
At that moment, Yasthia softly explained, "The Celestial Race has top-tier talents in precognition."
Only then did Garen understand. If killing a Unique from the Celestial Race required completely suppressing the opponent, it meant that this Legendary Mage's precognitive abilities could rival those of the Celestial Race.
She had killed the Celestial Race in a continental battle over one hundred seventy years ago. Who knew how terrifying her power had become in all these years?
"Boss, we have a situation!" At that moment, a voice from outside the carriage called out.
Simultaneously, the thunderous sound of galloping hooves echoed, as if coming from all directions. Various shouts and roars erupted, followed by the clanging of metal against metal!
From the sound, it seemed there were about eighty people on the opposing side, divided into two groups.
Garen pulled back the curtain to look outside and saw two groups of people engaged in fierce combat on a nearby plain. The scale was not large, but it was quite brutal; within moments, dozens had already fallen!
"Sosik, this isn't your quarter! Do you dare to break the rules?!" shouted a bulky man dressed in a grand outfit, pointing at a rugged blonde youth.
"Are you joking, Bruno?" The blonde youth swung his large blade and pointed to a flag behind him. "I am a Bandit; I am Burn, the notorious villain... Why should I follow the rules? I must say, as a fellow Bandit, you are quite pathetic!"
The bulky man trembled with anger but managed to laugh. "Alright then! According to the original rules set by the four families, anyone who breaks the rules will face punishment. Let's see how you explain this to the other two families!"
"You fool... With such a large-scale operation, how could the other two families not know about it..."
The blonde youth looked at him with pity and then waved his left hand. The remaining twenty or so Bandits behind him immediately sprang into action and charged into the battlefield!
"Typically around Prosperous Town, various Bandits gather. To avoid conflicts, they establish a set of distribution rules. Of course, there are always those with greater ambitions who break these rules for profit. Just like them," Tifet remarked as he observed the commotion ahead.
"So what should we do?" Garen asked.
"Wait for them to finish."
Garen nodded, showing no objections. Conflicts among bandits often stem from personal grudges, and their strengths were generally balanced, so they naturally did not want any outside forces to intervene.
Moreover, Garen and his group had no reason to intervene; they only needed to wait for the battle to conclude. Of course, if the winning side wanted to do anything afterward, Garen would not mind driving the bandits out of Luscia City.
However, no one noticed that among the crowd of combatants was an elderly woman, hunched over and clutching a flower basket. Perhaps the suddenness of the battle had caught her off guard, as she now fled in panic through the throng, petals scattering around her.
The outcome of the fight was clear; the Blonde Youth had evidently come prepared and easily crushed Bulky Man's forces. Aside from those who surrendered, all who resisted were killed.
Bulky Man fell from his horse, a spear piercing through his chest and skewering him to the ground.
"You really don't understand such a simple truth," the Blonde Youth said, watching as Bulky Man continued to cough up blood. "Three families sharing the pie is better than four. Heh, you're too weak, and the weak will ultimately be eliminated."
With that, the Blonde Youth swung his large blade, severing Bulky Man's head.
The way the Blonde Youth held his sword was peculiar, but if any imperial personnel were present, they would recognize it as a unique grip used by the Infantry Regiment, allowing one to decapitate an opponent with minimal effort.
"Boss, there's a carriage over there; it's been stopped for a while!" a bandit ran over to report.
"Do I need to teach you this kind of thing?" the Blonde Youth shot back. "Leave the women and treasures; kill all the men."
"Understood!"
The Bandit's eyes sparkled with excitement. During the chaos of the fight, he had been keeping a close watch on the movements of the carriage. So when the wind blew through, he caught a glimpse of the Blonde girl through the curtains. Her beauty was of a level he had rarely encountered, and at that moment, he nearly lost control.
A face like hers, no matter how many times it had been seen by others, still held an irresistible allure. Once the Blonde Youth was done having his fun, he would be able to enjoy himself too!
"Where did this old hag come from? Get lost!" At that moment, the Bandit noticed an elderly woman slumped in front of him, her face covered in brown spots, which immediately irritated him.
But before he could kick her aside, a voice came from the direction of the carriage.
"Don't lay a hand on the elderly."
The Bandit paused, turning towards the voice to see a burly man standing at the front of the carriage, leaning on a Silver Greatsword.
"Putting on an act..." The Bandit scoffed, disdain evident in his eyes.
At that moment, the commotion also caught the attention of the Blonde Youth.
As he turned to look, Tifet and others were just stepping down from the carriage. The Blonde Youth suddenly gasped lightly as his gaze fell upon Tifet's armor, specifically on the Mithril Badge on his chest...
That badge looked quite valuable!
But why did it seem so familiar?
The Blonde Youth's pupils constricted slowly as he tightened his grip on the reins and turned to retreat, cracking the whip sharply against the horse's rear!
The surrounding Bandits were somewhat bewildered, not understanding why their leader had suddenly fled. However, recalling the terrified expression of the Blonde Youth just moments ago, they quickly mounted their horses and rode away.
In no time, only the Bandit at the front remained.
Just as he was about to scold the others, he heard the thunderous sound of hooves approaching from behind...
Everyone, from the captives to the leader, had run away...
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...
After bringing the old woman into the carriage, Yasthia handed her a cup of Clear Water.
The old woman took it and silently drank, her head bowed as if lost in thought. It was evident that she was still shaken from the earlier events.
"Are you a resident of Luscia City?" Garen asked softly.
The old woman glanced up at Garen.
Seeing that she seemed reluctant to speak, Garen decided not to press further. The carriage continued along the road and soon entered Luscia City, a tranquil and prosperous town.
Inside the carriage, there was a profound silence, as everyone appeared somewhat tense at the thought of meeting that legendary figure.
Finally, it was Inu who broke the silence. He looked at the old woman with curiosity. "Elder, what are you doing? If you're still feeling scared, perhaps I can help you with some magic."
A flicker of impatience crossed the old woman's hollow eyes as she rasped, "Divination."
Divination could also mean foreseeing the future. Did this old woman really believe she had the ability to predict what was to come?
She must have been quite frightened.
Inu chuckled in disbelief. "Alright then, may I ask if you know... a lady named Merlin in the city?"
"Merlin... oh... so it's you all!"
In the old woman's eyes, the emptiness gradually faded away, replaced by a profound stillness and a hint of playful mockery.
"Speak, what do you want from me?"
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