Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 326 Between Master and Disciple
They were quite familiar with the latter. In the days since they were sent to the dungeon, apart from being treated and detoxified, their after-school entertainment, or rather, their entertainment, consisted of being forced to accept the old man's confinement, commanding spells, and sealing. They were quite certain that this man, known as Master Burke, was a high-level mage.

Although they were imprisoned and did not know how powerful the guards outside were, they could still feel the awe-inspiring roar and tremors they had heard earlier. Not to mention, they were not fools when it came to what it meant to defeat and capture a high-level spellcaster.

Seeing the two unlucky guys cooperating so readily, Zhang Yuan nodded slightly. The previous posture wasn't, or rather, it wasn't just for showing off. Time was of the essence; there wasn't much time to explain the cause and effect.

In fact, when people are in distress and fear, the stronger and more decisive the help from the outside, the more trusting and obedient the rescued person will be. This is a normal human behavior.

Mission accomplished, it's time to return home laden with spoils.

"Without further ado, everyone return to the dock and board the Seawolf. Have the previous preparations been completed?"

Zhang Yuan looked at the team members who were responsible for handling logistics.

"Everything that needed to be packed has been packed, but unfortunately there are some things I can't take with me."

Lawrence, as the head butler, had taken care of all these matters beforehand, but when it came time to leave, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful and reluctant.

"Yes, we are just passersby here. No matter how much we possess, it is all fleeting. But there will be a day when Canaan truly rises."

After saying this, Zhang Yuan released the summoned presence of the chess pieces, leaving only the Tinker, Old Clockwork, and the Doomsday Messenger responsible for escorting that unfortunate mage, Burke.

Already bound by shackles and chains, Zhang Yuan was still worried about safety, so he had Doomsday keep a close watch on him. If there was any unusual movement, the pentagram formation and the Flame Demon Greatsword would be used to ensure that the opponent could not turn the tide.

Then he cast another speed-up spell and summoned Rikimaru again to cast a Mischief Fog to conceal his whereabouts. With the combined effects of concealment and speed-up, he rushed towards the dock where the Seawolf was moored.

"Oh, you guys got back pretty quickly. How come your disciple managed to snatch the person back from those bandits so fast? Or did you guys do it?"

The old abbot looked at the two disciples who returned not long after they left, and he did not doubt whether the plan had succeeded. In fact, when the two great mages went over to watch forcefully, the other party's fate was already sealed.

“I did intervene, but not to help my apprentice, but to Baras.”

Tyrandeur snorted twice and glanced at the latter:
"If we don't take action soon, my good junior brother will be beaten up like a lost ghost."

"..."

Barras, who had been shot in the knee, opened and closed his mouth several times, but could not utter a single word.

"Oh? My good grand-disciple has that ability?"

Grimwald became somewhat interested when he noticed the two Void Masks following Tyranitar.

"What is this now? Could it be another new gadget that little guy came up with?"

"This is indeed an otherworldly being summoned by Chanem. Their spell-like abilities are quite powerful, and their intimidation and immobilization abilities are extremely difficult to avoid. Based on my speculation..."

The old dean approached to take a closer look, and Tyrantir, standing beside him, began to explain, bringing out the same rhetoric he had used to fool Baras before. This time, he was even more skilled at it, and his lies flowed even more smoothly.

only…

Boom!
Before Tyrantir could finish his explanation, the old headmaster smacked him on the forehead with his cane. The archmage was stunned. For so many years, since becoming an archmage, everyone had treated him with utmost courtesy and respect. Only Garas would occasionally make some silly jokes at his expense.

But considering this is my teacher, there seems to be nothing I can do...

Before Tyrande could ask a question, the old headmaster scoffed and pointed at the former with his index finger:
"Tyrantir, you really can't lie, you know that? I know your temper all too well. If something really happened, why would you waste your breath? When you're convinced you're right, you don't care at all if others question you."

The old dean spoke with a hint of amusement, yet each word was spoken clearly and distinctly:

"Only when you're lying, afraid that others will find a flaw, would you go on and on like this to cover up your guilty conscience, right?"

Now it was Tyrantil's turn to be speechless, while Baras laughed gleefully from the side.

But then Grimwald's tone changed again:
"Since you don't want to talk about it, you must have your reasons. I won't ask any more questions. But you, Baras, do you think you're something special just because you have the title of Grand Mage?"

After all that talk, the blame still fell on his own backside, and Balas's smile froze on his face.

Just before setting off, Tyrantir hesitated for a moment before secretly sending a telepathic message to the old headmaster. The latter paused slightly, but then acted as usual, though his calm demeanor masked a turbulent inner turmoil.

Although Tyrantir spoke vaguely and cryptically, how could he possibly hide it from an old monster like Grimwald?

If the opponent does not possess divinity, it is almost impossible to be exempt from the Void Mask's special abilities.
Those who can utter such words either involve divinity or the realm of divine authority, such as divine power or the realm of frost; or they possess only a few extremely special abilities.

For example, the infamous power of time, and the soul dreamscapes that the mystical council of witches, lurking deep in the sunken swamp, is most adept at.

Regardless of the type, it is an indispensable aid in the upcoming fierce battle.

"Let's go, let's meet Luskan's old friends."

Grimwald whispered to himself, picked up his staff, and walked forward. Tyrantir and the others who followed him remained silent, their faces calm.

The old dean drew a symbol with his left hand and then slammed his staff into the ground with his right. Instantly, runes appeared beneath everyone's feet, radiance surged, and the burst of spiritual light engulfed everyone present in an instant.

After the light faded, there was no one left to see.

With a major battle imminent, the group no longer cared about the minor disturbances caused by the mass teleportation.

"Rasht, come and take a look. There's a warning reaction triggered by a teleportation spell."

Inside the Arcane Tower, in the main hall of the central tower, a huge, arcane instrument resembling a celestial globe was running smoothly, with golden rails endlessly revolving around a core within it.

The core is silver, and the outer shell, constructed of mithril, is so clear that not even a speck of dust can settle on it. Thirty-six holes are evenly distributed on the surface, from which threads resembling electric currents or beams of light shoot out and connect to nodes on the golden guide rail.

Thank you, Alukard, for your monthly pass!

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(End of this chapter)