Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3754

Chapter 3754: Returned in Kind (Part 1)

The farmers lived on the outskirts of the village. Their houses were far and isolated, needing space for the cattle pens and henhouses. Also, a farm had to be built near the cultivated fields to keep an eye on the crops at all times.

A single wildfire could burn everything during summer, while thefts were a common occurrence during fall, right before harvest.

"By the gods, it would take a squad of ten soldiers or a single Awakened to wipe out the entire village." Morok had seen better and worse than Cerea during his tours as a Ranger, but his mind refused to associate such a place with Quylla.

"Ten soldiers?" She scoffed. "Maybe if the villagers fought back. As I remember it, five thugs were more than enough."

"Five thugs?" Orion wanted to say something in defense of the villagers, but Quylla’s flinty stare stopped him.

The people of Cerea sounded the alarm and scurried like terrified rats at the sight of the magical car.

Ten youths, covered in leather armor and wielding tools that could be called weapons only because of their sharp-bladed ends, bunched up together in the middle of the main road without a shred of battle formation.

"Is that supposed to be the local militia?" Orion shuddered in second-hand embarrassment, his inner drill sergeant dying to yell orders and whip the youths into shape.

"Impressive, right?" Quylla grunted as the DoLorean came to a halt.

Morok stepped out of the car first, and the sight of his deep green Great Mage robe and his enchanted hammers, Grimnir, made the youths drop their weapons like a bad habit and beg for forgiveness.

Then came out Orion, wearing his deep blue Archmage robe over his General of the Army uniform. Grimlock rested on his hip, and although the blade remained sheathed, the wind parted upon its touch as if cut.

At that point, Cerea’s militia yelped in terror and ran into their homes, locking the door and praying to the gods it wasn’t them the Archmage was after.

Quylla came out last, wearing her deep green Great Mage robe over her best day dress, worthy of the Royal Court.

She straightened up despite her bulging belly and moved with a confident stride towards her destination without the need for help.

Quylla stopped in front of the best house of the village, a two-story building twice as big as the second-largest house of the village. The wood had been recently painted, and the house showed all the telltale signs of regular maintenance.

She knocked on the door thrice and waited for it to open.

"Yes?" A terrified young girl who couldn’t be older than six asked.

She was holding the door with all her strength, to either stand up or close it shut based on the stranger’s next move.

"Tell village head Belam that Great Mage Quylla Ernas, formerly known as Quylla of Cerea, is here to see her." If she felt compassion for her fellow orphan forced into indentured servitude, it didn’t show.

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