Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 59 Harpists' Alliance

The remaining crew members of the Conch, seeing their captain dead, lost all their spirits and jumped into the sea one by one.

Anser did not give chase. The ordinary crew members had too little experience, and it was better to quickly loot the spoils than to waste time chasing them.

He glanced around. Some of Ragnar's men were finishing off the enemy, some were inspecting the cabins, some were calming the civilians, and a middle-aged man in a robe holding a rapier stood not far from him.

Just now, when he was fighting the captain of the [Conch], the enemy came to his aid, but unfortunately the battle ended too quickly, and he didn't get to get any assists.

It was clearly not the time to talk, so the two nodded to each other and went about their own business.

Anser stripped the captain of the Conch Ship naked, gathering all the suspicious items together, including his underwear and tattered leather armor.

A money pouch, two decent-quality magic short swords, enchanted leather armor, a waist pouch, and a palm-sized... scaly dragon hide.

【Carved Dragon Scale Amulet, a rare and exquisite item】

'These slave traders are incredibly wealthy.'

Thinking of this, he could no longer sit still. He packed his things and hurriedly ran into the stern to find the captain's cabin.

However, all the cabin doors were wide open, indicating that they had all been searched.

'They moved so fast, looting and ransacking are so professional!'

Thump, thump, thump. The middle-aged man strode over and casually tossed him a large bag of things: "Here you go."

"Thank you." Anser hadn't expected the other person to be so considerate.

"Come up and chat?" The middle-aged man always had a smile on his face.

“Okay,” Anser readily agreed.

The two arrived at the ship's side one after the other. The ground was littered with corpses, but fortunately, the sea breeze made the smell not too bad.

Anser discreetly observed the man. He had slightly dark skin, handsome features, and a calm and composed demeanor that came with age, which made him instantly likable.

[Harpist Alliance Elite, Half-Elf, Level 7 Bard (Dance Academy)]

He secretly gasped. The Harpists' Alliance was too famous, one of the oldest behind-the-scenes organizations in Faerûn's history. Despite having been disbanded and reorganized many times, it was still very powerful.

They can be considered the backbone of the good camp, pursuing and upholding fairness, resisting tyranny, and fighting against evil; their ideology is very noble.

“My name is Teach, from the Harpists’ Alliance. I organized today’s operation. You know Ragnar, the warrior is Matthew, and the rogue is Kanissa.” Teach spoke as if reciting, but with a brisk pace that was not off-putting.

“My name is Anser.” Anser did not hide his name, not out of trust, but because this was something that could not be hidden from the Harpists’ Alliance.

“I know. I didn’t expect you to come too. We share the same ideals.” Teach said with approval.

"Uh, maybe." Anser turned his head, and a hint of charlatanism could be heard in his voice.

“Actually, I heard about you a few days ago.” Teach said gently, his eyes fixed on Anser. “You have saved many people, and your legend still circulates in Baldur’s Gate.”

Anser's expression was starting to betray him; he had just left Baldur's Gate, yet he spoke as if he were dead.

"Why don't we discuss how to rescue the people in the cabin?" he changed the subject.

“Look—” Teach pointed to a few lights to the right front, “Our boat is here. It’s a bit small, but it should be able to fit us.”

"Oh." Anser nodded slightly. After all, it was a large organization; their plan was very thorough.

The cabin grew increasingly noisy, with faint sounds of weeping drifting through the air.

"Screech—" A cry of an eagle suddenly rang out overhead.

Anser was taken aback, then realized that this was a warning from Grayhawk!

He glanced around, and it seemed that apart from the lights approaching to his right, there was nothing unusual.

“How’s your eyesight? Look again. That looks like a medium-sized sailboat,” he said, pointing to the white sail under the dim light.

"Huh?" Teach's composure crumbled; his eyes narrowed and widened, his face turning grim. "Something's wrong!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly ran into the cabin, presumably to call for help.

'How did they get here so quickly?' Anser asked, puzzled. The captain had indeed fired a signal flare, but setting sail was a complicated process, and it was impossible for a sailboat to appear in sight in just a few minutes. That was why they weren't in a hurry at first.

'It seems the other side was already on their way before the fireworks signal was fired.' He remained completely calm; his objective had been achieved, and he was ready to leave at any time.

A few moments later, Ragnar and the others arrived on the deck.

The lights in the distance became clearer, and the white sails were faintly visible. It was indeed a medium-sized sailboat, and its shape was very similar to the "Conch Shell".

"What are you planning to do?" he asked.

"Turn off the lights and trick them into boarding the ship." Ragnar said without a second thought.

“No, they’ll notice the problem as soon as they get close.” Teach rejected the idea outright. After a moment’s thought, he said, “Raise anchor and try to buy us time until our ship comes to our aid.”

【Seashell】After most of the day’s repairs, the sails have been partially restored. With the help of the wind and the current, it should be able to move.

They were betting that the slave traders wouldn't dare fire the cannons, as they were not far from the shore.

"Why don't we burn the sails and then retreat?" suggested the hooded young man.

“We’re here to rescue people. What’s going on here? What if the ship catches fire?” Another soldier with a square face and a big head glared at him with dissatisfaction.

"Squeaky..."

The group looked up and saw Ragnar gritting his teeth as he turned the horizontal winch, his veins bulging. The ship shuddered and began to drift toward the anchor chain.

The big-headed warrior immediately stepped forward to help, and the young man sighed helplessly, dropping his package and running over as well.

'If they are all elite professionals, it's not like we can't fight them. We can just swim over and take them down.' Anser focused his gaze on the other two.

Matthew, human, level 4 warrior (warrior)

[Kanissa, Human, Level 4 Rogue (Thief)]

'Uh...it's safer to leave.'

That makes sense; elite professionals aren't easy to find. With only two elite professionals and Teach's spellcasting abilities limited, their combat strength is probably even weaker than Ragnar's.

The fact that slave traders dared to come to the rescue suggests that while they were wary, they were certainly not weak in terms of strength.

At this moment, the bow of the boat tilted up, followed by tremors and undulations, and a change in its posture.

"The anchor's come loose, get the sails down!" Teach shouted to Kanisa.

The silhouettes of the sailboats in the distance were already clearly visible, only a few hundred meters away, leaving them with at most a few minutes.

“Anser?” Teach looked at Anser, his gaze intense.

“I knew it.” Anser knew he was part of Teach’s plan as soon as he heard it; otherwise, how could he have bought time with just a few tattered sails?

Teach knows him better than I thought.

He came to the middle of the ship, sat on the deck with his back against the mainmast, and gently raised his magic wand.

""

Wind Spell! Although he has used up his daily spell-like ability, he can still cast Wind Spell by consuming mana.

The gentle sea breeze suddenly turned violent, growing stronger with each gust, making the sails flutter loudly and almost blowing the sailed Kanisa off the boat.

A strong, linear gust of wind, nearly thirty meters long and four or five meters wide, quickly formed and blew from the stern to the bow, causing the mast and ropes to creak and groan as if they were about to snap at any moment.

Teach arrived at the helm early and took the helm, quickly adjusting the course.

"The wind direction is wrong, twenty degrees to the right front..."

Before he could finish speaking, the wind direction changed, so he didn't need to explain what compass degrees were.

The sailboat traced an arc on the sea, heading straight for the dock.

(End of this chapter)