Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 327 Philanthropic Tycoon
As the guide rail rotated, a pale golden spherical light curtain enveloped the entire surface of the instrument.

Everything was normal until a burst of golden light was captured by Hermit, who was on duty.

Although there was a situation, he didn't take it too seriously. Such spells that use teleportation or communication with outer planes without prior notification are frequently used by some careless or unruly spellcasters.

Although the investigation team's on-site investigations mostly resulted in major issues being downplayed and minor issues being ignored, or even the scene being completely deserted, with the parties involved disappearing without a trace and no one knowing where they went.

Even if they get caught red-handed, it's just a fine, which can be considered as extra revenue, so it's not a bad thing.

"Let's wait and see. We don't know if it's a portal to the city or somewhere else. If it turns out like the last few times, we'll end up with nothing but a pile of trash instead of money."

Rasht was a seasoned veteran on duty, having long since figured out the patterns, and continued fiddling with his snuff bottle without even looking up.

"Yes, we'll know the result in a little while. The reaction of the dimensional oscillation sensing device also takes time."

Just as he picked up his pipe and took a satisfying puff, he heard Hermit, who was still paying attention to the situation, let out a soft exclamation.

"We've captured it, but the destination of this teleportation is here."

"Oh? There are visitors this inconsiderate? Opening a portal right at the entrance of someone else's mage tower? Is that even acceptable!"

When spellcasters visit each other, especially between spellcasters of a certain level and status, there are certain established rules.

Very few people would open the door directly to someone else's door. They would usually walk a distance away to visit as a sign of respect. If they were really acquaintances, they could teleport directly to the other person's special teleportation array. It's definitely not in such a blatant way as to kick the door down.

As one of the most prestigious mage organizations in the entire Sword Coast, at least during the years Rasht was in the Arcane Brotherhood, very few visitors dared to be so disrespectful.

Could it be...? A bad thought suddenly popped into Rusht's mind.

"Keep an eye on the instrument, I'll go report the situation."

He gave an order and then got up to leave. Hermit was a little surprised. Wasn't there a communication device right here? Did he need to go and report in person?

However, the other party was an experienced veteran, and as a newcomer, I didn't have the confidence to compete with them.

Rasht had only taken a few steps when the piercing alarm blared throughout the hall, the tower levels, and even the entire Arcane Tower, followed by an old, somber voice:

"All members of the Brotherhood, those who are at headquarters are not allowed to leave. Everyone should go to their posts and perform their duties. Security is raised to the level of the Dragon Group. We have guests to entertain."

This is the voice of Akramgris, the current tower master of the Arcane Tower and also the president of the Brotherhood.

Akram's calm and composed tone gave people a sense of confidence and assurance. For example, Ermit, thinking about the seemingly unbreakable mage tower he was in and the powerful guild master in charge, couldn't help but chuckle at his earlier panic.

Meanwhile, Rasht, who was on his way to his mentor under the pretext of reporting the situation, was not as optimistic as Hermit. Luskan's security level was divided into several levels, and the situation codenamed "Dragon Swarm" was second only to the cold wave in severity, and it was extremely rare. In the cases he had experienced, the worst was the large-scale southward invasion of the orc tribes back then, which was only a second-level threat of giants.

At this moment, Akram's heart was not as calm as it appeared. He was very familiar with the "distinguished guest" who had come to visit; they were old acquaintances.

Needless to say, Grimwald is an old monster who has lived for over nine hundred years, longer than the Academy of Neverwinter and the city of Luskan. Even after years of open and covert struggles with him, he still hasn't figured out what secret, hidden methods Grimwald has up his sleeve.

He knew a lot about Baras. Apart from the old man, who was a legendary figure, Baras was the only one in the Wudong Academy and the Covenant who could be considered a top expert. Even his own deputy tower masters had difficulty getting the better of him.

What made him frown even more was the appearance of Tyrantir. Although he had heard of the other party's name, he did not expect that he would have such a deep connection with Neverwinter Academy and would risk getting involved in such a matter.

In terms of numbers, our side has an absolute advantage, but magical battles are not about adding numbers. The unexpected appearance of an archmage alone makes us have to be careful.

But so what? The spellcasters who sit in the mage tower cannot be measured by simply adding or subtracting spellcasting levels.

"They're all cunning old foxes; not one of them actually did the fighting themselves."

Zhang Yuan, who had already arrived at the dock and boarded the Seawolf, was currently watching the live broadcast from the perspective of the Void Mask, muttering to himself.

Just as he said, the old dean and his group, who were teleported to the Luscan Arcane District, did not even get close to the main tower. Under the cover of teleportation, emulation or projection spells were quietly cast out, while they themselves used their illusory spirits to traverse the ethereal realm one by one to create distance.

Zhang Yuan, who witnessed the entire process, was undoubtedly aware of it, and such methods could not escape Akram's perception.

With a sneer:
"What, Grimwald, is this how you've gotten to where you are all these years? You don't even dare to come up and greet your old friends in person?"

Despite his sharp tongue, Akram had no hope of getting away with his provocation; he was now focused on the other party's true intentions.

The long-standing feud between Neverwinter and Luscan has been going on for many years, with both epic tales and farcical events occurring repeatedly. The high-ranking spellcasters on both sides, who are the masterminds behind the scenes, have grown tired of this wrangling and will not easily take action unless they have a direct interest in the matter.

Wouldn't it be better to remain a behind-the-scenes player, calmly observing the game? Let your pawns and subordinates perform these human tragedies and comedies; it would be beneath you to personally step onto the stage and act out a monkey show.

Akram had heard about the good deeds and virtuous acts of his nominal subordinates, but he always thought they were just trivial matters and insignificant contributions. He never expected that they would provoke his old rival.

Of course, Blaska, the master of the West Tower who believed in doing good deeds anonymously, would not openly tell the president about the good things he had done in Neverwinter. The project of directly recommending students to graduate school and then transferring them to cadavers as caretakers was a huge charitable undertaking, and he was too embarrassed to mention it to the president.

But now that the truth has come out, and the dean of the aid academy has come to repay the favor in person, it seems this matter can't be kept secret for long.

Thank you Yuefengxing for the monthly pass!

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