Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 347 I'm Not Interested in You
"Your Excellency Holon, the procession from the Temple of the Helmsman has arrived."

A young priest leaned closer and whispered something, his expression somewhat inscrutable; it was none other than Vanswick.

"Yes, go to the side hall and inform Lord Lord and Lord Baras that the ceremony is about to begin. I need to discuss some matters with the Church of the Helmsman."

After giving a soft hum to indicate that he had made arrangements, the archbishop walked straight to the entrance of the main hall, leaving Vanswick staring at his back for a moment before sighing and turning to walk towards the side hall.

"Your Excellency Balastynn, Lady Ophira, and ladies and gentlemen, please follow me, the trial is about to begin."

The Temple of Tyr is vast, with the side halls alone divided into several rooms. After inviting Nash and the Nine Guards of Neverwinter who followed him, Vanswick went to the academy mages, including the room where Zhang Yuan was.

Logically speaking, Baras, as a dignified archmage, should carry more weight than a so-called city lord, but he is, after all, a representative of the Church of Justice and Order, and his actions cannot be so blatant.

Nash'ar is, after all, the nominal supreme ruler of Neverwinter and a follower of Tyr, so he has to maintain appearances.

This was not difficult to understand, so Barras didn't pay any attention to it. He waved his hand, got up, and started walking, while chatting with the young man in front of him with great interest.

"You're the disciple of that one-eyed lion. What's your name?"

“Your Excellency Barras, my name is Vanswick, Vanswick of the Moss family.”

The young man replied respectfully, then hesitated for a moment, but still spoke:

"Your Excellency, we are all servants of our lord, and there is no such thing as master and disciple."

The Grand Master nodded slightly and said no more. While letting the other person continue leading the way, he glanced at the rest of the group. This glance was significant, as he happened to see someone looking distracted.

Vanswick…

The name sounded unremarkable to others; it was just a person's name. However, it stirred something in his mind.

"Chanem, you seem to care about this name? But you didn't recognize this Vanswick until just now, did you?"

Just as various thoughts were swirling in Zhang Yuan's mind, he suddenly heard a voice beside him. Recognizing it as his Uncle-Master Balas, he calmly replied and continued walking forward.

“I’m not interested in Vanswick, but I am very interested in his wife.”

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When such a bombshell was dropped, Balas was caught off guard and almost choked on his own saliva.

In front of everyone, as they solemnly awaited the start of the ceremony, a sudden, rapid coughing sound rang out, and everyone's gaze immediately turned to the side.

No one dared to stare directly at the face of a great mage, but even these glances from the side made his old face blush slightly. He pretended to straighten his robes and dust off his collar, but secretly he was anxiously asking questions one after another.

"Good lad, good lad, Chanem, you're really something, I never knew you had such courage?"

The Grand Master clicked his tongue in amazement, but couldn't help looking at it with the same eye one would use to appraise a rare beast.

“Although we monks don’t have as many rules as the clergy, there may be quite a few with your kind of quirks, but not many are as open about them as you are.”

"After all, compared to those warlocks, our circle is still quite simple. Thinking back to when I was young, there's only one word to describe it: damn naive."

Seeing that Barras was going further and further off track and becoming more and more outrageous, Zhang Yuan quickly sent a message to defend himself: "What I meant by being interested is not the matter between men and women, but rather that I have a vague feeling that the couple must be a whirlpool rising in the river of fate."

"Tsk, come on, don't try to fool me with those prophetic tricks. You couldn't even recognize the person just now, and you're talking about a vortex of fate? Did you hear about their lovers' reputation from some gossip somewhere and then come here to befriend them?"

Barras scoffed at this claim. Did he think he had bought his title of Archmage and was so easily fooled?

"What's there to hide? Is it wrong for a man to be lustful? Tell me, who is that lady?"

When it comes to gossip, it seems to have little to do with strength or level, but only with personal character. At least in Zhang Yuan's eyes, Balas at this moment was not much different from the old gatekeeper in his previous life who was chatting.

"Eribes".

Zhang Yuan spoke the truth.

"Eribesdeti Marand?"

Unexpectedly, Barras immediately gave the woman's full name.

"Surprised? I am, after all, the head of the academy. I should know these basic facts. What's really interesting is that this young lady is still unmarried. Could it be that the red-haired lady told you about her future marriage?"

Zhang Yuan was momentarily speechless, but fortunately he had some quick wit and simply said that he had received a revelation from another dimension, which was not considered deceiving the other party.

Barras did not pursue the matter further. After sitting down in his seat, he gestured to a certain direction to the side.

Without making a sound, Zhang Da Guanren glanced over out of the corner of his eye and saw a robust middle-aged man wearing a crown.

The crown was not particularly ornate, and it couldn't conceal the loose, graying hair that cascaded down from beneath.

Zhang Yuan recognized him at a glance: Sir Nash, the Lord of Neverwinter.

This lord looked more like a warrior than a city lord. Beneath his wide, thick cloak was an exquisitely carved full suit of armor, the dark, iron-like surface gleaming with silver light, clearly not just for show.

At this time, Nash, who was not yet old, still had a lot of heroic spirit. Although the years had etched many marks on his face, they could not hide his bright eyes and his hard, chiseled features.

Even though he was an agent jointly promoted by two mage organizations, Nash'er Aragunda was by no means a puppet. To be able to sit in this position for so many years, to fight against external enemies and to deal with internal forces that restrain him, was something that no ordinary person could do.

Sensing the gaze from the side, Nash turned his head, met Baras's gaze, and nodded in respect. He also gave a meaningful look to a certain mage who was actually involved but pretending to be indifferent.

Sitting next to Nash was one of the Nine Guards of Neverwinter, who, noticing their leader's movement, also turned their gaze toward him.

The man and the woman were both unfamiliar faces that Zhang Yuan had never seen before.

The woman was also fully armored, the armor's lines were smooth and not bulky at all, making her figure appear as agile as a female leopard. Her breastplate was engraved with Tyr's holy emblem, and behind her were the same style of cloaks worn by the Nine Guards.

Her beautiful and dignified appearance carried a lot of heroic spirit and determination. Her ear tips were somewhat like those of an elf, but not as slender, revealing her half-elf identity.

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