Humans were inferior to beasts? That's because humans are not strong in their claws--Z.C
The cold bed made the mage not sleep well. When he got up in the morning, his eyes were a little swollen.
Out of habit, he glanced at the head of the bed and remembered that he was in Silversail Town. Without Caterina by his side, he was somewhat not used to life.
Realizing that he was now the master of this place, Brand walked out of the study and happened to meet the mayor's son who had come to inform the mage to eat. Little George was only a little over 16 years old this year, and he looked like a good young man. Other than the fluffy hair on his mouth that clearly set off the fact that he was young, his way of speaking and doing things was quite inherited from his father, and he appeared to be much more calm and reserved than the average teenager.
George's father had been confined to his room all year round due to his crippled legs, so he had not been able to meet the mage. The mayor's wife and another little girl, who was less than ten years old, greeted the mage cautiously and politely sat down below George. As for little George, they had already met before.
The family of four looked happy and harmonious, and did not seem any different because of the arrival of the mage. The retired military officer's love for his family was clearly written on his face. Brand was enjoying a rather decent breakfast. Back at home in the city, even Catterina did not eat with him. The mages in the learning area had a very simple and casual meal. After all, they were not those elegant nobles who did not care about production. Time was too important for a mage who pursued something.
After breakfast, the mayor seemed to want to talk to the mage alone, but the shouts outside the door interrupted the two who were about to move into the study.
" Big Brother George, bad news…Back mountain…Back mountain…"
The middle-aged man who was running out of breath had a panicked expression. George grabbed his shoulder and shouted,"Don't panic! What happened? Speak slowly."
After panting for a while, the middle-aged man, who looked a little better, said with a trembling voice,"This morning…I went into the mountains with Bick and Marcus. We met a monster…a huge monster…"
George frowned and said,"Monster?"! What kind of monster is it? Haven't we always had few ferocious beasts in the back mountain? Aluma, did you go to the deep ditch?!”
The ravine that George was talking about was actually a small canyon at the back of the mountain. After passing through the canyon, there was the endless Woven Shadow Forest. It was a deathly silent forest with many legends of demons. Not to mention ordinary people, even the brave mercenary groups would not set foot in it.
Aruba shook her head vigorously and knelt on the ground, sobbing,""Pique…is dead. Marcus is probably dead as well."
Brand didn't expect to encounter such a thing as soon as he arrived. Fortunately, George didn't make things difficult for the new master of Silversail Town. He called the servants from the woodshed to bring Aluma down to drink some hot soup and strong wine to calm her down. George asked his son to prepare the tools for entering the mountain.
The mage took a deep breath and said,""I'll go too. I hope I won't cause you any trouble."
The mayor and his son were stunned for a moment before they tried to persuade him,"Sir, you don't have to take the risk yourself. Perhaps it's just a bear monster from the Woven Shadow Forest."
" Yes, sir," his son chimed in." My father and I once hunted a bear monster that fled to the back of the mountain. Look! There's a scar on my shoulder…"
The mayor's wife slapped the boy's rough action of unbuttoning his clothes and wanted to say something. However, the mage shook his head without a care, and convinced George and his son with a single sentence.
" I'm the owner of this town, and it's my responsibility to protect the townspeople. Besides…" Brand pointed at the badge on his chest and continued,"" This isn't a fake warlock badge.
The mayor had no choice but to agree. He asked his son to prepare an extra set of equipment, including a pair of boots with thick soles. Although it didn't feel good to wear them, the tooth-like bumps on the soles could save a lot of trouble when climbing.
Fortunately, the mage's horsemanship was not bad. The three of them had already arrived at the back of the mountain after more than half an hourglass. The fog in the forest had also dissipated, and the field of vision was still relatively wide.
They tied the horse to the hut at the foot of the mountain. Brand held a short spear in his hand as a walking stick. George held two mountain-cleaving knives in each hand to open the way. Little George held a small round shield and a hand axe to protect the mage.
The weeds in the forest were so tall that they reached his waist. Brand couldn't help but feel glad that he had put on a linen robe over his robe. Otherwise, when he returned, his exquisite and expensive robe could be used as a rag.
After walking for more than half an hourglass, George, who estimated that he was about to reach the scene of the incident, gave his son a look. The latter immediately understood and began to imitate the cuckoo. Seeing the mage's confused expression, George explained in a low voice that the sound of birds would not easily disturb the magical beasts. If he shouted rashly, it might attract danger. Although there were no ferocious beasts in the back mountain most of the time, it was always better to be careful. The cuckoo's call was very different from the real cuckoo's call. If Pique and Marcus were still alive and heard this sound, they would definitely make a sound.
The three of them continued to walk forward slowly. Soon, the sharp-eyed George noticed a pair of boots. George immediately recognized them as Bick's short boots. Bick's name was written on it with charcoal.
It seemed that danger was nearby. A few steps ahead, they found more broken belts in the grass. Needless to say, it was most likely Pique's because Marcus was very big and the belt he used was very wide. So where was Marcus? Was Bick alive or dead?
The group of people carefully searched the bushes around them in the heavy atmosphere. Suddenly, they heard a rustling sound. After chatting for a while, there was no news. George pulled his son over and was about to step forward with his mountain-cleaving blade in both hands. The mage gestured for him to wait, then used a very familiar hand gesture to cast Haste on the mayor and his son, and also cast an Air Force Field on himself.
The father and son exchanged a look and suddenly jumped out from both sides. They used their mountain-cleaving knives and hand axes to open up a path. They were about to split the grass that made the sound.
"Stop!" George suddenly shouted.!!”
The mage was holding his breath as he watched the two of them go. Naturally, he also saw what was in the grass that had been pushed aside.
"This…is Marcus?"
A rather large hand grabbed onto the grass stem. The noise just now should have been caused by this. The owner of the hand was covered in blood and lay unconscious on the grass. His abnormally tall figure seemed to have lost all vitality. Brand secretly gestured. This man was probably two heads taller than him. His shoulders were big and his waist was round. Although he lay there motionless, the power of his body was quite intimidating. He wondered how he was injured to such an extent.!
George quickly took out the water bottle he carried with him and poured some on Marcus 'head. Then he and his son carefully turned the burly man's body so that he lay on his back. Marcus snorted. Seeing that the other party had a reaction, George quickly took a few mouthfuls of water from the kettle, and Marcus obviously swallowed the water slowly.
Thank God, Brother Marcus, you're finally alive…"
George had checked Marcus 'body while his father was busy. His back and thighs looked as if they had been scratched by sharp claws. The flesh was exposed, and blood had begun to coagulate in some places. Blood was still flowing out of the larger wounds.
After a while, he finally wrapped the wound with the bandage he brought with him, and Marcus also got a little better.
Just as Brand and George were about to ask something, another sound came from the bushes in front of them! A giant bear monster?
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