Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 52 I'm a Professional at Arson

The commotion here was quite loud, attracting a lot of attention. A large crowd of onlookers gathered on the distant streets, timid yet unwilling to look away.

Anser also saw the Silverscale Bay guards, but they ignored them, perhaps waiting for orders from their superiors.

Recalling the bearded man's earlier act of impersonating a guard, he felt a vague sense of unease.

After a moment's thought, he took out the Holy Emblem, hung it outside his cloak, and casually added a Holy Slash to it.

'I didn't impersonate anyone; your own imagination has nothing to do with me.'

The sound of horses' hooves was like a death knell. Knowing they couldn't outrun the horses, the slave traders chose to scatter and flee, heading straight for crowded places.

However, they were wrong again. The crowd might not necessarily avoid people, but they would definitely avoid horses, especially horses like Nornos that could easily kill someone.

Anser once again blessed Nornos with the Jump and Featherfall spells, allowing him to jump over any congested areas.

Thus, the people of Yinlin Bay saw for the first time a flying horse that could leap more than ten meters in the air!
Two of the six escaped crew members were Level 1 professionals, but how could they possibly escape the pursuit of a man, a horse, and an eagle?

Four ordinary crew members died one after another from Nornos's ram and whip tail, while a professional attempted to blend into the crowd but was precisely targeted by Anser's magical missile.

The last professional, who was fast, was also electrocuted by his colorful ball at the dock.

The continuous reminders from experience brought a smile to Anser's face.

In fact, these crew members had already been abandoned. After receiving the news, the Conch Ship immediately untied its mooring lines, raised its sails, and left the berth.

When Anser arrived at the dock, the sailboat had already slowly left the shore. However, due to the difficulty of sailboats leaving the berth, it was only thirty or forty meters away from the dock at this time.

There were no passengers on deck; they had probably all been moved into the cargo hold.

Nornos was itching to get there; with just one "Fairy Step," he could teleport onto the deck.

But Anser didn't want to take the risk. There were more than a dozen muskets on board, as well as a captain or boss who had never shown up. Jumping on board might really be a one-way trip.

As he watched the sailboat drift away, his mind raced with thoughts of spells like wind manipulation and dragon breath.

'Come closer, unfold your neck armor.'

Nornos tentatively moved forward, his steps steady.

Anser gently stroked the magic storage ring, and streaks of magical light and shadow flashed one after another.

A magic missile and two fire-attribute colorful balls landed on the ropes and mainsail in succession. The ropes snapped, the sails burst into flames, and the flames quickly spread to the surrounding area.

"Quickly, put out the fire..."

"Stop him..."

"shooting……"

"..."

The sailboat was still moving away, but its sails were damaged, and its speed at which it left the berth had decreased significantly.

Anser bowed slightly, hiding himself behind his neck armor, and concentrated on casting his spell.

""

Burning rays!

The powerful dragon's voice shattered the sea breeze, and three beams of fire instantly struck the sails, ropes, and winch. The burning ropes and sails swirled everywhere, igniting more flammable materials, and flames erupted.

Anser's eyes lit up. Ignoring the scattered bullets, he switched to a burst of spells that were faster and more accurate, not pursuing power, but only aiming to hit as many targets as possible.

Six or seven bursts of fire-attribute magic erupted in succession, each hitting the sails and cables, and the [Conch Shell] was filled with smoke and fire.

At this point, no crew member fired at him anymore, because it was pointless.

The wooden sailboat was covered in flammable materials and relied entirely on its sails for power. If the fire wasn't put out soon, the whole boat would be destroyed.

The sailboat drifted away with the current and inertia, already beyond its maximum range, but Anser had already achieved his objective.

"Let's see how you run now!" In the shadows beneath his hood, a smile played on his lips, and he felt an immense sense of satisfaction, the frustration of being forced to flee from disaster and subterranean creatures for days completely gone.

This wave yielded over 500 experience points, and even Nornos gained experience; it's just unknown what new changes might occur.

There were many people on the sailboat, and there were also many firefighting measures in place. The flames were put out one after another, but the losses were heavy and the loss of power was a foregone conclusion.

The dock was unusually quiet at this moment. Anser turned his head and saw that there was no one within a hundred meters of him, while in the distance there were dense crowds of onlookers.

Several guards stood at the edge of the crowd. When they saw the glowing holy emblem on Anser's chest, they looked at each other and dared not step forward.

At this point, people began to squeeze out of the crowd; judging from their attire, they appeared to be professionals.

"Hey friend, what's going on?" a burly man carrying an axe shouted at Anser.

The holy emblem might intimidate some, but it would also dispel the fears of most, since how could Tyr's followers be bad people?

"This ship is a slave ship!" Anser raised his staff and pointed it at the [Conch Shell], his voice carrying far and wide through the sea breeze, "They lured people aboard for five gold coins, then sold them as slaves elsewhere, and nobody noticed...?"

He looked very angry, but it was mostly an act.

The crowd erupted in uproar and discussion.

"real or fake……"

"I noticed something was wrong just now; they weren't checking tickets or counting money..."

"Thank goodness you didn't go up there, and you're still complaining about me..."

"I'm still the smartest..."

"You must have short legs to run slowly..."

"..."

Faerûn has laws, but it celebrates heroic deeds even more. Often, concrete physical evidence and witnesses are not needed because magic is too convenient: detecting good and evil, detecting thoughts, the Realm of Honesty... each one is more useful than the last.

The premise is that you have not harmed the interests of the upper-class nobles; otherwise, they would not need any reason to arrest you.

“They’re going to run…” someone shouted, pointing at the sailboat.

Anser turned his head and saw that on the sailboat that was still drifting away, the crew members were taking out rolls of hemp rope and canvas from the cabin and were urgently changing them.

'So many spare supplies?' He didn't know much about sailing, but just looking at the complicated ropes, he felt that the other party probably wouldn't be able to fix it anytime soon.

The crowd gradually gathered around, and now they were no longer afraid of Anser. Many people stared at Nornos in amazement.

Many professionals gazed at the sailboat with eager eyes, it was a good excuse to fight evil, and those ill-gotten gains were the reward for "justice". Presumably, the followers of Tyre would not care about such trivial matters.

"Quiet down!" A rough voice instantly cut through the noise. "Everyone leave this place. The Silverscale Bay Guard will take over."

Anser looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman, taller and stronger than a man, push through the crowd and walk over, followed by dozens of guards.

[Guard Captain, Human, Level 5 Barbarian (Zealot)]

The barbarian on the path of the fanatic will receive the blessing of a god or a pantheon, and the core of the profession is "the supreme blissful experience of being united with the gods".

Anser observed for a moment and indeed found the emblem of "an upright flaming sword" on the giant axe behind her. This was the holy symbol of Tempas, the god of war, who was a neutral god.

However, believing in a neutral deity does not necessarily mean that the deity is neutral.

This female captain must be quite famous. Professionals and ordinary people alike are like mice before a cat when they see her, not daring to breathe loudly, and they leave in no time.

She approached Anser, her gaze sweeping over Nornos and the holy emblem before settling on his face: "My name is Ragnar, Sheriff of Silverscale Bay and Captain of the Guard. What is your name?"

“Anser.” Anser’s expression was calm.

The bigger the commotion, the better it is for him.

(End of this chapter)