Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 35 Nashiwar
A dark-skinned, short-haired young man, fearing his boss would be embarrassed, quickly added, "It's mainly because there are too few wild animals around here, haha..."

His name is Alva, a warrior who has just crossed the threshold of his profession. His main job is stonemason, and he also serves as Amon's assistant.

“It’s alright, I’ll treat you two to crab meat. It’ll spoil if we don’t finish it in this heat.” Anser didn’t expose them, but instead gestured to Finn to go over and grill some crab meat.

Finn paused, his beard trembling slightly, somewhat reluctant, but he still carried the crab shell to the campfire.

“This…” When Eamon saw the white frost on the crab meat, he knew that Anser was intentionally helping him.

They fled in haste and didn't bring much food with them. With limited supplies every day, no one has had enough to eat in the past two days.

Blatt patted him on the shoulder and boasted, "You didn't see it. The riverbank was full of monster corpses. There were plenty of giant crabs like these. You could pick up a couple and eat for days."

"Haha, I really wanted to see it, what a pity..." Eamon stopped being coy and laughed heartily.

Finn sat quietly by the campfire, using the crab shell as a cutting board to chop the crab meat into small cubes, throwing two or three pounds into the soup pot, along with some dried vegetables.

There were too many people, so he figured the others could just have a taste, but he was planning to save some for Nornos.

After that, he began to prepare dinner for Anser.

First, set up a small pot, add a spoonful of white rice and oats, then add diced crab meat, sprinkle in dried vegetables and a few grains of sea salt, and simmer over low heat.

While waiting, he took out the remaining brown sugar walnut bread, sliced ​​it, spread buttermilk and a little molasses on it, baked it until it melted, and finally sprinkled it with a little salt and chopped parsley. He then sandwiched a slice of grilled crab meat inside to make a sandwich.

The aroma slowly spread, and many people were secretly swallowing their saliva.

Finn then cracked open the shell of the crab legs, made some simple repairs, and used them as tableware. He then placed the food on the table, and it looked very appetizing.

He divided the crab porridge into five bowls, giving the large bowl to Anser, and a small bowl each to himself, Blatt, Eamon, and Alva.

As for the brown sugar walnut bread sandwich, that's an exclusive item from Anser.

Looking at the dinner, which looked and smelled delicious, Blatt was somewhat surprised: "I didn't expect you to be such a good cook."

"It'll do." Finn said casually, soaking the bread in the porridge.

Blatt was speechless. This quiet guy had gone astray.

Anser picked up the sandwich and took a bite. It was soft, sweet, and had a rich, layered flavor that wasn't greasy at all, which suited his taste perfectly.

"Great!" he praised generously.

"Hmm." Finn squinted, looking quite pleased.

Anser noticed Blatt's little glance, took a knife and cut the sandwich in half, giving each of them a small piece.

Seeing that the portion was small, Eamon and the others did not refuse, ate it in a few bites, and were full of praise.

Alva brought over the grilled fish, one for each person. They didn't taste very good, but they were fresh.

The five people sat together. There was meat, fish, porridge, and plenty of bread on the table, which was much better than the thin porridge and bread of the other people.

Nobody thought there was a problem, and nobody had any objections.

In Faerun, fairness and justice are not mainstream values; they are only promoted by a few organizations and individuals.

In most people's minds, the strong should eat well, live well, and dress well, so everyone strives to be strong.

Respecting the elderly and caring for the young depends on the circumstances. The adults in the stonemasons' guild eat better and more than the elderly, weak, women, and children. If we don't do this, who can we rely on if we encounter danger?

If you keep advocating fairness and justice but fail to deliver, you only cause more pain and resentment to the people who have high hopes for you.
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After dinner, Anser led Finn and Nornos back to the tent.

Blatt and Amon, reunited after a long separation, had much to say. Finn, however, disliked crowds and preferred spending time with Nornos.

Nornos now had a simple saddle on his back, a gift from Amon.

Made by craftsmen from the stonemasons' guild using leather, the set included a leather seat, girth, stirrups, and stirrup straps. It had no hard saddle, but it was simple yet practical.

Putting everything else aside, a pair of stirrups made riding much easier for him.

He hadn't expected that Emon, despite his tall and strong physique, would be so meticulous; no wonder he was chosen as captain.

After a quick wash, he crawled into the tent.

He picked up his staff, focused his mind, and activated the Divine Berry spell within the Divine Berry Staff. He now only had one healing potion left; in critical moments, he would have to rely on magic berries, and any extra charge would be a waste.

The gray-green staff suddenly turned green, and the patterns on the staff curled and spread, quickly growing ten small branches, which then... withered one after another.

He had anticipated this, and continued casting the spell, succeeding only on the fifth attempt.

'The magic network seems even more chaotic now.' He put away the magic berries, feeling some sympathy for the mages.

The magic network has not improved; on the contrary, it is getting worse and may even trigger a more terrible disaster and chain reaction.

But so far, no deity from any church has issued any instructions, and no one knows what has happened.

It's no wonder the Blue Flame Cult disliked him. If it were him, he would feel the same way, and jealousy and resentment would be normal.

Anser sighed, first charging his magic storage ring, then closing the tent and entering a meditative state.
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Late at night, the moon was bright and the stars were few, and the fog was thick.

Houses at the Juchilu Village Ruins.

"Captain, is it really necessary to be so cautious?" The Black Dragonborn grinned, his yellow eyes revealing no wisdom, only cunning and cruelty.

A middle-aged man sat by the window, quietly gazing at the night sky outside, without saying a word.

He wore a black robe with silver patterns, underneath which was a striking silver-scaled breastplate, with his sword and shield at his side. Judging from his attire, he was not among the crowd during the day.

"Shut up," a dark-skinned, thin ranger with a bow on his back snapped. "The captain has his own arrangements; it's not your place to speak."

"Hmph." The Black Dragon Descendant snorted coldly, but dared not speak again.

The middle-aged captain stood up and paced back and forth, his eyes brimming with worry.

"Something's definitely not right!" He suddenly stopped and looked at the wandering swordsman. "Have you checked the outside? Is there anything unusual?"

"We've patrolled twice, Captain," the dark-skinned, thin ranger said solemnly. "There's nothing unusual around here."

The middle-aged captain gripped his longsword tightly, his brows furrowed.

For some reason, he felt "uncomfortable" today, restless and unable to sit still, which he considered a warning sign for his next move.

This eerie feeling made him hesitant to act rashly, and he repeatedly postponed his actions.

"Operation canceled!" he said coldly. "Cut off now and withdraw first thing tomorrow morning."

The expressions on all the team members' faces changed. The operation had only just begun, and the losses from this move were immeasurable, something no one could accept.

"Why?" The dark-skinned, thin ranger's face turned cold. "Captain, this is a once-in-a-century opportunity. Every day, a large number of refugees come here. We just need to wait for them to come to us."

Not counting personal belongings, each person could fetch at least tens of gold coins. We've made thousands of gold coins just by sitting here these past few days, like picking money up off the street. And now you want us to leave?!

“Even if we wanted to leave, I’m afraid Lord Nashival wouldn’t agree.” The Black Dragonborn’s expression was somber.

The atmosphere in the room froze instantly.

The dark-skinned, thin ranger remained silent for a while before his tone softened: "Lord Nashwar's fleet is in Silverscale Bay. He won't leave until it's full. The transport convoy in the Cloak Forest is a sword of Damocles hanging over our necks. Whether we stay or leave is not up to us."

The middle-aged captain knew this, of course; he had just been distracted by unease. He explained, “I may not have expressed myself clearly. What I meant was… let’s go somewhere else, um… to the north, this place is a bit remote.”

The excuse was clumsy, because they deliberately chose this place, which was neither too far nor too near, and many refugees with old maps would automatically come here.

The Black Dragon's eyes darted around: "We can't disregard the captain's intuition. Why don't we finish this job first and report it to Lord Nashvale tomorrow, so he can make the decision?"

Last night it rained heavily, so we rested for a day. Today another spellcaster came to that camp, so we took them all out. That exotic horse is worth at least a thousand gold coins.

He spoke confidently, not believing that a few more people could pose any obstacle to them. Judging from the expressions of his teammates, they clearly thought so too.

The middle-aged captain took in the expressions of the others, a smirk playing on his lips, and a fierce resolve hardened within him:
"Let's go, let's take action."

"Yes..." Everyone beamed with joy.

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