Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41

What did you say?

The threatening glare from Elder Clayton of the Earth Tower caused the subordinate mage who came to deliver the order to shrink even further.

All ten disciples under Greck are ahh! Im just the messenger, Elder!

His fierce look made it so only his disciples could smile back at him in the tower, and Clayton, who usually tried to smile as much as possible, barely managed to contain the surge of killing intent at the subordinate mages reaction.

Yeah, I know. Im aware. The tower master, this guy until the very end

It wasnt the fault of the guy delivering the message. The bad one had to be the tower master.

Clayton sighed deeply and forced his anger down.

To where? For how long?

He asked, hoping that the tower master at least had a shred of conscience.

Its the Macline territory, in the southwest countryside. The construction period is half a year

What?

Despite the calm tone, the mana and killing intent that rapidly filled the room was overwhelming.

Elder Claytons impassive face did not show it, but the strength of the anger within him was palpable, and the subordinate mage clutched his chest.

*Cough* Elder!

Hmm. This is rather regrettable.

Once again, Clayton barely suppressed his anger and allowed the subordinate mage to regain his breath.

The mage had barely come to his senses before Clayton approached with a grim face and asked,

So, is that absurdno, is that order truly without falsehood?

Yes, yes! Of course.

Huuh. I see.

Another deep breath from Clayton and the killing intent soared once more, causing the innocent subordinate mages complexion to change constantly.

Alright, you may go now.

Th-thank you!

Clang!

The mage dashed out of the room, making a ruckus, with Claytons menacing gaze following him.

Of course, the anger wasnt directed at the mage, but rather the true instigator of the order.

Macline? A territory Ive never heard of, and for as long as half a year? Hah.

So far, it had been continuous but short-term stints to the outskirts of Grang.

And just when he thought those stints were getting slightly longer, now it seemed they were being sent externally for good.

All were 20-somethings, at an age ripe for development, and his disciples were instead stuck doing labor without training.

Radios, tower master of the Earth Tower. You really want to do this?

Everything started after he reached the 5th circle and became an elder a year ago.

Only 50 years old and already at the 5th circle. Although his age didnt quite fit the term elder, the rules didnt forbid him from becoming one.

The disciples of his competitors, who vied for the position of tower master in the previous generation, must have been displeased with his position being threatened.

Yes, he could understand that much. Clayton comprehended up to there.

But to touch my disciples, even if not me? To this extent?

He had tried to be patient, but this was too much.

His disciples couldnt even train or research, nor find time to rest, due to all the field work being pushed onto them by the tower master.

And now, they had just returned this morning, only to be assigned another such long-distance assignment straight away.

Its time to sort this out once and for all.

Elder Clayton of the Earth Tower kicked the room door and left with a look of fury.

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These are?

Logan glanced at the tower master with a grim look, and the tower master nodded with a smile.

Yes. These are the young men who will assist the young master for half a year. Greck, arent you their representative? Greet him. This is Logan Macline, the young master. Youll be working for him for the next six months.

Huuh. I am Greck, a 3rd circle mage. Please take good care of me.

Greck, who looked like he could be in his thirties, stepped forward to represent the ten mages, and let out a sigh with a brief greeting.

More than anything, what caught the eye were the deep shadows under his eyes and his pale complexion.

Not only him, but the others behind him looked equally worn.

I am Logan Macline.

After exchanging names and sending the young mages off for a moment, Logan spoke with a cringed face,

They look like theyre about to collapse any moment, tower master. Are these really the right people?

They might look tired, but they are our most experienced young talent in construction. They will fulfill their roles.

Hmm

Perhaps they are tired, but these friends are our towers specialists in construction. Haha.

Specialists in construction.

Even Logan, who was not a mage, knew that no mage would be happy to hear that.

It was a statement no different from belittling ones own disciples.

Recalling the gloomy faces of the young mages he just saw, Logan looked at the tower master skeptically, but there was no flicker of emotion on the tower masters face.

They certainly seem competent.

Instead, the compliment seemed to harden the tower masters expression even more.

Haha. Yes, they are indeed competent. Competent indeed

Listening to the tower masters soulless praise, Logan fell into deep thought.

The deal itself isnt bad. But

A monthly 1.2 million gold. 120 collapse scrolls and the support of ten mages.

After a three-hour argument, that figure was agreed upon while Radioss face looked almost cramped.

He had basically slashed the cost of mage support.

From Logans perspective, it was a satisfying deal, but he was somewhat uneasy because the exhausted mages seemed more capable than he anticipated.

His senses perceived the level of these mages as

Almost young mages at the 3rd circle master level and nine 2nd circle experts and masters.

Moreover, all in their twenties, they were talents who would be coveted in any tower.

To let such people go for a fraction of their worth? And attract antipathy in doing so?

Understandably, he couldnt help but feel that there was another hidden motive.

Here, its specified in the contract.

Bang.

Perhaps sensing his hesitation, the tower master quickly pushed the contract, freshly sealed with his stamp.

Ink not even dry, the conditions agreed upon and the tower masters stamp were already there.

As if to say, you wouldnt refuse this, would you?

Finding the gesture increasingly suspicious, Logan hesitated.

Why are the terms so favorable?