Chapter 290 Coincidence

Chapter 290 Coincidence

As the battle with the enemy forces continued, the casualties on both sides started to slowly accumulate. Although there were many deaths among the allied forces, the death toll on the enemy's side was significantly higher.

On this day, a middle-aged man wearing regal robes exited the headquarters situated at the center of the eastern camp.

He walked with his hands behind his back and condescendingly gazed at everyone walking by. He had a head full of black hair that was greying at the temples.

Furthermore, he sported a thin mustache and a goatee that gave him a sophisticated and dignified appearance. New n0vel chapters are published on

Whenever the Magi in the camp passed him by, they would stop in their tracks and respectfully bow toward this man.

He was a Rank 2 Magi, after all.

The man slowly made his way toward a certain part of the camp. He walked at a leisurely pace and soon arrived at one of the tents belonging to the Gracie Family.

Upon entering, his gaze fell on Morden and Kevin who were anxiously pacing around the room. He stood at the entrance of the tent and slightly coughed, making his presence known.

The moment Kevin saw this newcomer, his eyes lit up in anticipation, "Teacher!" He walked toward the man and sincerely bowed with his hand placed on his chest. "Welcome back."

Morden too respectfully bowed toward the man. Then, he asked eagerly, "Lord Hemingway... about that thing we mentioned..."

Professor Hemingway first gave a nod of acknowledgment to his apprentice, Kevin. Then, he glanced at Morden and confirmed, "It is done."

Morden couldn't help but grin, "My Lord, when do they leave?"

"It should be sometime this week."

Kevin grumbled, his eyes flashing with impatience, "Why not today?"

Professor Hemingway looked at him with a frown. "Kevin, do you know how difficult it is to covertly arrange for two different teams to go on a dangerous mission together?"

Even Morden's expression darkened and he scolded his son, "You thoughtless fool, you should be grateful for what your teacher has done for you."

Kevin lowered his head in shame. "I apologize. I misspoke."

Professor Hemingway's gaze softened a little as he patted the youth's shoulder. "Once that nuisance is dealt with, your mind will become clearer. Then you can focus wholeheartedly on your path of magic."

"You're right, teacher..." Kevin nodded.

"Father, will they succeed?"

"Hmph!" Morden scoffed, waving his hand nonchalantly. "Don't worry. I still have an extra Rank 2 scroll given to me by your uncle. I'll give it to Alex just to be on the safer side."

"But..." Kevin clenched his fists tightly. "I used a Rank 2 Fireball scroll on Adam the last time we fought. He still managed to survive! And that dragon—"

"Silence," Morden's eyes turned cold and he viciously interrupted his son. "Your delusions still haven't stopped, have they? Speak of it no more. It truly angers me."

Kevin lowered his head, his heart full of grievance. Damn it! Why won't you believe me?! Do you think I'm crazy?!

Morden clasped the youth's shoulder and said, "The times are different now. We're in the middle of a war. It's going to be much easier for Alex to kill Adam and his team, especially considering that the latter will be backstabbed by him."

"...I understand, father," Kevin replied after a long moment of silence.

"Hmm." Morden nodded. "Now, focus on your team missions and just wait for the good news to arrive by the end of the week."

...

A week later, Lisa could be seen walking out of the headquarters with a grim expression on her face. She had gone to turn in the report of the mission that she and her team had just finished. At the same time, she also wanted to get the details of her next mission.

She was holding onto a rolled parchment paper which contained details about her next mission, and making her way toward her living quarters.

After a series of twists and turns through the maze-like camp, she finally entered her tent and her gaze fell on Edward and Adam who were busy drinking wine.

There were bloody injuries all over their bodies that had been bandaged by white straps of linen. Yet, they enjoyed Adam's personally brewed wine with great fervor.

A gourd of wine was needed to wash away all the bloodbath. This statement was once said by Adam. Of course, he was already drunk at the time.

"We've got bad news," said Lisa.

Edward glanced at her, his face flushed red from slight intoxication. "What is it?"

"Our next mission," Lisa began, "we have been teamed up with Alex's squad."

At the mention of this, Adam's heart sank.

This... cannot be a coincidence!