Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 127 Stupidity and Evil

Anser's desire to develop Holreiwen could not be kept secret from those who were interested.

The large-scale movement of people and goods cannot be concealed.

He believed that he had the ability to protect everything, and that it was wrong to throw the baby out with the bathwater.

Moreover, this is a multiverse world with countless alternate dimensions and dimensional spaces, so the Space Paradise is not as precious as one might imagine.

Salian pondered for a moment, then his expression turned strange. He tentatively asked in a low voice, "You wouldn't... have married into Jacquelineburg, would you?"

Dara, standing to the side, looked stiff, his gaze fixed on Anser, his expression complex and unreadable.

"You know Jacquelineburg?" Anser asked curiously.

“They are very famous. It is said that every generation of the family head is a woman, and all of them are high-level spellcasters,” Salian said meaningfully.

He was a wood elf, old and knowledgeable, far superior to young people like Anser who had never left home.

“I am indeed temporarily residing in Jacquelineburg, but I have not married into the family.” Anser said with a serious expression. He hadn’t even gotten the meat and had gotten himself into trouble; he couldn’t admit to that.

"The territory I'm referring to has nothing to do with Jacqueline. It's in another dimension, a gift from the Great Reader of Candlehold to me as a token of gratitude," he added, casually invoking the banner of Candlehold.

"Candlehold?" Salian paused for a moment, his expression wistful. "I wonder if Candlehold can withstand it?"

“I think your worries are a bit unnecessary,” Anser chuckled, somewhat dismissive.

Candlecastle is heavily fortified, teeming with powerful warriors, and protected by the ancient silver dragon soul with its infinite resurrection ability. Even the Green Dragon Queen might not be able to leave if she went there.

“That’s right, that’s right,” Dara chimed in, a smile spreading across his face. “It’s getting dark, let’s hurry to your territory, everyone’s tired and hungry.”

Carreno, standing next to Dara, chuckled.

To be honest, they were quite worried about Anser and the others who were covering the rear along the way, and felt a little guilty. They didn't expect that they would be doing better after they parted ways and would even become lords.

"Let everyone gather around, let's find another place to rest." Anser didn't dare to shout loudly for fear of disturbing Clara.

Salian gathered everyone together around Anser.

Anser cast the Detect Good and Evil spell, scanning everyone one by one. Only after confirming that no one was acting abnormally did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

He held Clara in one arm and activated the Scepter of Protection with the other, teleporting everyone to Holreven.

In the square, the treant was still working with the kobolds, and many people were watching from a distance, but no one approached.

Salian and the others stared wide-eyed at the towering black tower, their expressions filled with shock.

After a long silence, Salian finally spoke softly, "Anser, have you ever investigated your own background?"

Admittedly, warlocks don't necessarily rely on bloodlines; an accident or chance can make someone a warlock. But those grassroots warlocks would never have the opportunity to "inherit" such a powerful mage tower.

He had already conceived a scenario in his mind where his family's bloodline was scattered abroad, and a guardian secretly provided assistance.

"You're overthinking it. Come with me." Anser smiled helplessly and carried the bewildered Clara into the Black Tower.

As soon as Kaleno entered, he was startled by the construct shield guard in the corner and exclaimed, "What is that?"

“Construct.” Anser replied, handing Clara to Dara who had followed him. “I’m going out to pick up Blatt and the supplies. You guys wander around on your own. I’ll be back in a bit.”

"Don't worry, I'm here." Salian replied mechanically, stroking the black wall with his hand, finding it increasingly unusual.

Anser appeared out of nowhere at the Stonemasons' Guild, startling the mustachioed half-man so much that he jumped up from his seat.

Anser smiled and waved to him, then went out, mounted his horse, and rode west along the long street for a while before turning onto another street and continuing south.

Using the Scepter of Protection, he could vaguely sense the general location of the Paradise Mark, making it easier to find people.

As night fell, most of the shops along the street had closed, with only a few pubs and restaurants still lit up, casting hurried shadows of people.

Two of the figures suddenly stopped and ran quickly towards Anser. Judging from their attire, they were probably guards: "Mr. Anser?"

“It’s me.” Anser felt that the face looked familiar; he must have seen him during the day.

Is Mr. Blatter your subordinate?

"Yes, what's wrong?" Anser sensed something was wrong. "Something's happened!" the guard said urgently. "A lot of refugees came from the west today. They can't afford food and they've blocked Mr. Blatter's goods."

Anser frowned slightly, sensing something was amiss: "If you can't buy food, go hunting! Even if you're going to make a scene, shouldn't you go after the grain merchants?"

Durag had just suffered from the Dragon Plague and the War of the Ages, which disrupted trade and made food a bit more expensive, but meat was cheap enough to fill one's stomach.

"Well, they..." The guard stammered, his head bowed, avoiding Anser's gaze, "They said Mr. Anser sent people to buy up all the grain on the market, hoarding it to make exorbitant profits, leaving no way for the common people to survive..."

"Heh... Looks like you believed it too." Anser laughed angrily; such blatant incitement had even swayed the guards.

"No, no..." The two guards quickly waved their hands in denial.

Once suspicion arises, the charge has already been established!
Most ordinary people have a narrow range of information, lack the ability to distinguish between truth and falsehood and to think independently, and they firmly believe in conspiracy theories, always feeling that nobles and officials are trying to exploit them.

This rumor, though seemingly clumsy, was remarkably effective. Even in his past life, Anser would have been unable to escape cyberbullying, let alone in Faerûn.

Besides, the fact remains that grain was purchased. The people don't care what your purpose is; for them, a thousand gold coins' worth of grain is an astronomical figure.

“I’ll go take a look.” Anser patted the horse’s back, and Nornos immediately trotted off.

Seeing this, one of the guards went to report to his superiors, while the other hurriedly followed behind Anser.

After walking several hundred meters, I heard a series of noises and angry shouts.

Turning a corner, a dense crowd and lights came into view, at least several hundred people, blocking the entire street.

Beside the crowd stood a four-story wooden building, with a large amount of goods piled up in front of it. Blatt and his men stood around the goods, confronting the crowd.

The giant tail bared its teeth and pounded on the shield, making it clang loudly. If Blatt hadn't stopped it, Blatt probably wouldn't have been able to resist attacking.

Anser first cast a spell to detect good and evil, then blessed the gem on the head of the Scepter of Protection with a radiant light, which spread out and attracted the attention of many people.

Nornos let out a neigh and strode forward, and the crowd parted to make way for him.

Anser walked and observed the crowd.

These people were definitely not from Bluewater City, but rather people who had left the bay much earlier. Bluewater City had only recently fallen, and ordinary people couldn't have reached Durag so quickly.

'Who is the one? ’

The other party is likely trying to force him out; who would benefit from this?

Nornos walked through the crowd and came to the inner circle.

Anser drew his Dragon Gold Sword, and with a flash of light, a dazzling white-gold radiance enveloped it. He raised the sword and pointed it at the crowd.

Nornos stepped forward and strolled close to the inner circle of the crowd. Wherever he went, light and cold glint intertwined, forcing everyone to retreat in panic. Countless people fell to the ground.

"Paladin!"

Someone suddenly exclaimed, revealing Anser's identity, causing a commotion among the crowd.

Many who were planning to take advantage of the situation were extremely annoyed, feeling that they had been deceived. They thought, "Wasn't he supposed to be some kind of unscrupulous nobleman? How could he possibly be a paladin? This is too far-fetched."

After Anser circled the goods, the crowd had been forced back several meters, looking disheveled but not daring to say a word.

The scene was unusually quiet.

Blatt immediately felt relieved. These people had been incredibly arrogant, taking advantage of their numbers to vent his pent-up resentment.

These are the most easily swayed fools, tools of those with ulterior motives, and sometimes the most dangerous people.

Anser raised his hand and flicked it, and the longsword imbued with the Holy Slash transformed into a white light, piercing straight into the ground several meters away, startling the crowd into taking a few steps back.

He did it on purpose, taking the opportunity to use magic and dice to scout out the crowd, but he didn't find any trace of the Mind Eater or the Mind Flayer.

This is normal. The mind-eating monsters are very smart. Even if they incite the crowd, they won't stay and wait to be caught.

There was no mind-eating monster, but there was an unexpected bonus.

(End of this chapter)