Chapter 809 Help

Chapter 809 Help

Dawn broke over the Arcanist Guild's Branch Office as its leader, Garrick Chambers, began his day.

With a huge stature that commanded respect and a face marked by age and experience, Garrick's presence was as formidable as his reputation.

His hair was already silver, often tied back to reveal sharp, calculating eyes.Visitt novelbin(.)co/m for the latest updates

Of course, he didn't become a Branch Guild Leader just because of his age and experience but because he was a Master of the Transformation Arts.

It was to the point that morphing his physical attributes was no longer his main strength. What he could alter now was a part of reality with a mere thought, bending it to his will!

Garrick's mornings were a ritual of discipline.

He meditated to align his arcane energies, then dressed in the traditional robes of his office—deep blue with golden runes that showed his elegance and authority as a Guild Leader.

Despite this place being a small town, there were numerous Arcanists traveling or passing this region, and if they were Master Class Arcanists, he would be the one meeting them from time to time. Because of that, he would always fix his attire.

His office work was a blend of administration and arcane research.

He reviewed reports from guild members, sanctioned missions, and oversaw the training of apprentices. His path demanded constant study; thus, he dedicated hours to refining his Transformation Arts, ensuring his skills remained unparalleled in this town.

On the third day, after he heard that a couple of Untainted Sentinels had arrived in this place, some news related to them finally came in.

He was actually wondering why it took quite some time... After all, he didn't like the fact that those two Untainted Sentinels didn't bother to visit his office and greet him.

This town was under his jurisdiction, and he didn't like the fact that he was ignored by these people...

Anywany, Eamon had reported Aubrey's predicament, and Garrick received a detailed briefing.

"Aubrey Hall," he murmured, recognizing the name. The Halls were an influential family known for their contributions to various alchemical ingredients. They were a merchant family that had a huge influence on various arcanist families.

After all, from the most basic potions to the most complex formation arts, rituals, and elixirs, the Hall Family could somehow provide them!

"We are here under your father's orders," the Wind Elementalist replied, presenting a sealed letter bearing the family seal. "I am Myra, and we've been tasked with ensuring your safe return."

Aubrey studied the letter and then nodded, satisfied with their authenticity. "I appreciate your swift response," she said. "I have a research project that has attracted unwanted attention from the Sentinels."

Myra listened intently as Aubrey explained the situation.

After recounting what happened last night, Myra nodded to her team and turned to Aubrey.

"We will escort you and your research back to the estate," she assured her.

"However, is it possible to know what it is? We might have a better method to protect it while we're traveling." Myra said while looking at the thing behind Aubrey. She could see that it contained her research project.

Aubrey hesitated for a while as she didn't know how these people would react. They might even think that she was already possessed and doing something evil.

With a sigh, she shook her head.

"I can't tell... I can't show it yet as well... It might attract the attention of the Sentinels since I've sealed the box already."

Myra looked at Aubrey for a few seconds before she nodded.

"Very well."

Soon, Aubrey completed her preparation...

Then, she wanted to thank Eamon and Garrick for their help before she returned to her home, but as they prepared to depart with the mysterious box containing Aubrey's project, Clare and Teresa confronted them.

The Sentinels stood boldly, blocking their path in the land owned by the Arcanist Guild.

"You will not leave with that abomination," Clare declared, her voice steely.

Teresa nodded in agreement, her hand resting on the hilt of her weapon. "We cannot allow it to fall into the wrong hands."

She said as if Aubrey was the evil one.