Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 128 Bahamut
The crowd was a mixed bag, with many spies from various factions hidden among them. One group in particular caught his attention.

[Eye of the Iron Throne, Human, Level 4 Rogue (Thief)]

The Iron Throne is a very old trading guild that has risen and fallen many times, but has always existed.

They will stop at nothing to make money, masquerading as legitimate chambers of commerce, primarily trading in iron ore, weapons, and grain, but in reality, they do everything.

Smuggling, drugs, slavery, monopolies, assassinations, intelligence, controlling puppet regimes...

One person might be a coincidence, but Anser found three or four people after just one round, so he must have something in mind.

If it weren't for the dice, he would have had a hard time noticing their presence.

He remained outwardly calm, but secretly memorized the appearances and locations of those people.

“Most of you are from the Claw Bay, aren’t you?” His voice was cold and forceful, carrying far into the night. “I come from there too.”

A commotion broke out in the crowd. Not many people knew Anser; they had all assumed that the person they were fighting against today was some local merchant or minor nobleman.

Before anyone could respond, Anser continued, "Do you know what? I covered your retreat at Cliff Fortress and held off the half-dragon and kobold armies all night."

Did you know? I stood in the air in Bluewater City, hunting down dragons and half-dragons all by myself, and repelling the dragon guards. Tens of thousands of people witnessed it.

Do you know why the Emerald Kingdom and the Ammunition retreated? You know nothing, only that you survived, but you don't know why you survived, or how many people died because of it!

The crowd fell silent, heads bowed.

Some felt guilty, some were terrified by Anser's strength and record, and others were trying to decipher the information revealed in his words...

Anser knew his initial intentions weren't so noble, but what about Tim, the master of Cliff Fortress, Stoll, the dragon slayer, and those dead paladins?

Are the ignorant masses really worth saving? Many paladins who have never been afraid to fight the enemy have instead been driven to mental breakdown by the very people they have saved.

Of course, his purpose in saying all this was to use his past achievements and status as a paladin to shatter any possible accusations and doubts. Without this protective shield, he would inevitably face endless trouble in the future.

"Drag has no shortage of food or meat for the time being. If you want to eat, go hunt for yourself." He pointed in the direction of the Sharp Tooth Forest, his tone calm. "Something happened today that I believe many people have heard about."

"Dragoon has been infiltrated by monsters—brain-eating monsters and mind flayers. These creatures are highly intelligent, feed on brains, and can possess or parasitize humans or animals, making them extremely difficult to detect."

The crowd stirred, many people looked terrified, their eyes filled with suspicion, scanning their surroundings.

Anser paused deliberately for a moment before continuing, "I and the Durag Federation thwarted their plot, so they will inevitably retaliate against me. You are unaware of the truth and may very well be used by them."

Those who spread rumors might be brain-eating monsters!

The crowd was thrown into chaos, as if they had encountered a plague, and they all distanced themselves from the person spreading the rumors, with many people being isolated.

Anser observed intently and carefully discerned that most of them were fools who believed everything they heard, but there were also a few who were jumping around and fanning the flames.

One of them was clearly an intelligence agent for the Iron Throne.

This person was in the front row just now, but has now retreated into the crowd. If he had spoken any later, he might have already slipped away.

To incite the emotions of so many people, someone must take the lead, and everyone must echo each other. Either they must be bribed, or they must take the lead themselves. It is impossible to accomplish anything by relying on just a group of ordinary people.

“Those are the people—” Anser shouted, pointing at the group of people who were about to run away. “Grab them, and I’ll give you a hundred gold coins. Ordinary people, get out of the way.”

The onlookers, both professionals and adventurers, immediately perked up, their eyes gleaming with an alarming light. Many of them drew their weapons and charged forward without a second thought.

This is a high bounty from the paladins; it's a rare opportunity.

Ordinary people scattered and fled. They dared to arrest wanted criminals, but they didn't have the guts to confront unknown monsters.

Anser raised his scepter of protection and pointed at four people. Whoever he pointed at was doomed. The professionals swarmed forward, and there was no room for escape.

""

A resounding dragon voice rang out, and three flash missiles swept through the crowd, knocking the fastest Level 4 Wanderer to the ground.

The giant tail charged forward and forced him back with a single blow.

"It's a misunderstanding, I am..."

"boom--"

The giant tail attacked with hatred, its shield smashing through the block and slamming directly into his face.

With a dull cracking sound, the wanderer was thrown back, landing unconscious, his features blurred and his face covered in blood.

Giant Tail put away his weapon, picked him up and brought him to Anser, then threw him on the ground like trash.

"That felt great." The feeling of having strength but nowhere to use it, of having words but no way to express them, had left him feeling extremely frustrated. It was the first time he had experienced the complexity of the human world.

Anser sat upright on his horse, looking calm and collected, but he was actually a little embarrassed. He had spoken too quickly and forgotten that he was out of money.

Blatt seemed to sense his embarrassment, silently stepped forward, took the wanderer's money bag, glanced at it briefly, and quietly nodded to Anser.

The other three were also captured and brought back, tied up and thrown in front of Anser.

A group of professionals stood respectfully in the distance, watching Anser expectantly, without vying for credit; it all seemed quite harmonious.

Blatt waved his hand: "Come over here, split into three groups."

The professionals beamed with joy and quickly gathered around.

Just then, he heard hurried footsteps coming from the street corner. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw squads of guards running quickly towards him.

The wind howled in the sky as a flying carpet swept in and hovered beside Anser.

"Looks like I'm a step too late." Elise said coldly, the moonlight falling on her face as if it were frosty.

Everyone knows that Anser lives in Jacquelineburg, so causing trouble for him is like slapping her in the face; she doesn't take Jacquelineburg seriously at all.

"It's not too late, you're quite well-informed," Anser said with a smile.

Jacqueline Castle is quite far from here, and he even suspects that Elise came out to look for him since he hadn't gone home so late and just happened to run into him.

"who are they?"

"The Iron Throne".

Elise's eyebrows twitched, and a look of realization dawned on her face. "They might be after me. How did you recognize them?"

“I was just guessing…” Anser briefly described what had just happened.

"I didn't realize you were so smart." Elise raised her eyebrows, her face beaming with a smile.

"Huh?" Anser turned his head and glared at her, displeased. "We've only known each other for a few days, and you already have such a big prejudice against me?"

"Really?" Elise chuckled and floated away on her flying carpet.

She ordered the guards to clean up the battlefield and disperse the crowd, and commanded them to take the four prisoners to the Federation's prison.

Anser just watched quietly. Only today did he realize how important it was to have a convincing official identity.

If those people had targeted Jacquelineburg or the Durag Association from the beginning, ordinary people would have at most spread a few rumors, and they wouldn't have dared to gather and cause trouble even if they had ten times the courage.

A moment later, Elise finished dealing with the situation and flew back to his side.

"Leave these people to me; I'm sure I can get them to talk."

“Sure, let me know if you get any information.” Anser wasn’t one to suffer in silence.

"Why are you buying so much stuff?" Elise stared into Anser's eyes. "Just tell the butler what you need. Jacqueline Merchant Guild has everything. Why go to all this trouble?"

She had been suspicious when the giant tail suddenly appeared, and now that there were a few more people, she felt inexplicably panicked.

“The Great Reader of Candleburg gave me a territory in another dimension; I can’t just leave it to waste,” Anser said without hiding anything.

Elise is right. He needs to change his own habits to change anything. It's a waste not to use resources.

"Oh~" Elise didn't press further, her eyes darting to the longsword stuck in the ground. "You're really a paladin?"

“Yes.” Anser’s gaze was frank; lying was not something an elegant nobleman would do.

"Which one is it from?"

Paladins' power does indeed come from their oaths, but most paladins are devout believers, and casual believers are extremely rare.

Anser was about to say "God of Justice" when he felt something was off. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "Platinum Dragon God."

Bahamut, the platinum dragon god, is a deity of the Lawful Good alignment. He is the ruler of metallic dragons and is revered as the god of justice and nobility. He governs life, order, and war, and is regarded as a beacon by lawful and good paladins.

He and the evil five-colored dragon queen Tiamat are twin siblings, born together from the creative power of the dragon god Eo.

In a world called Klein (Dragonlance), Bahamut, also known as Paladin, is called the Father of the Good Gods, the Chief of Order, and the ruler of the good gods. He often appears as a confused old human mage named Feben, wearing faded robes.

He possesses pure metallic dragon blood, so it's perfectly reasonable for him to worship the Platinum Dragon God, and Bahamut doesn't care about faith anyway.

(End of this chapter)