Chapter 505: Deadline



At the northern gates of Stratford, a large group of Magi had assembled, numbering close to thirty. In comparison, the mercenaries were twice as many.

Close to a hundred men and women had finished their preparations and were finally ready to depart for battle.

Their presence alone seemed to charge the air with an intense, palpable energy. The snow around them was untouched by frost as if their mere presence kept winter at bay.

The townspeople had also gathered, standing on either side of the main street, wishing words of encouragement and thanking the brave warriors for what they were about to do.

Stratford had been ravaged by the attack of the wolf tide once every month for more than half a year now. However, tonight all that would change.

Toward these people who had bravely stepped up to fight the demonic beasts, the townsfolk had nothing but admiration and respect.

Almost all the Magi and mercenaries had gathered, except for Gore and Adam and his team.

Mayor Hobbs, standing at the forefront of the group, looked around, searching for the raven- haired youth. He seemed to be visibly frustrated and he yelled out loud, "Where is Magus Constantine? Don't tell me he still hasn't finished concocting the potions?"

The nearby people looked around for the youth but they couldn't find him anywhere. Gradually, they started to become tense.

Adam had promised Gore that he would be able to brew a large batch of potions before the day of the battle. If he reneged on the promise now, everyone would be put in a very dire situation.

After all, if each person could carry a handful of Potions of Explosion with them, their fighting prowess would drastically increase on the battlefield.

Although they could still fight with the wolves without using the potions, but that way, there would be significant casualties among them.

Even after searching for a few minutes, they couldn't find any trace of Adam. One of the town council members approached the mayor and whispered anxiously, "Could it be that the boy wasn't able to concoct so many potions by the deadline?"

"I don't know," said another council member. "He seemed to be very confident in his skills."

Mayor Hobbs remained silent for a few moments, his eyebrows furrowing tightly. He thought of the possibility of Adam deserting the town and couldn't help but become furious.

Finally, he came to a decision and he instructed the few Magi near him, "Quickly go to The White Stag-"

But right at the moment, there was a small commotion in the rear end of the crowd. The crowd parted and slowly made way for a small group of people.

It was none other than Adam and his entourage-his three students, Kenley, and Ragnar.

Seeing Adam finally arrive, the people's morale was significantly boosted. Of course, it was mainly due to the fact that Adam's arrival meant that he had finally finished concocting the Potions of Explosion.

At once, the people made way and bowed sincerely.

"Greetings, Lord Darkmore!" They said in unison.

Gore ignored everyone and made his way straight toward Adam. The enormous tiger stopped right beside the youth, glancing at him menacingly.

"When you claimed that you would be able to equip each Magus and mercenary with six potions each, a part of me didn't believe it," he said as he looked down upon the youth. "But I must say, I am truly impressed." Gore's lips curled up into a smirk.

Adam placed his right hand on his chest and bowed respectfully. "I'm glad I could be of use,

my lord."

Kenley, Ragnar, and his students who were standing behind Adam couldn't help but praise how good of an actor he really was.

But more importantly, they were truly surprised that Gore hadn't been able to see through

Adam's rank!

About ten minutes later, after all the potions had been distributed, Gore raised his fist and roared heroically, "My fellow warriors, onward to battle!"

"OHHH!!!" The people responded excitedly.

With that, Gore rode on his familiar and slowly led the Magi and Mercenary out of the town

gates and into the depths of the Weeping Woods.

The townsfolk sent them off with an emotional farewell. They couldn't help but feel

immensely grateful to these brave warriors.

Meanwhile, in the center of the town, perching atop the spire of the public library, Valerian

gazed at Adam's departing back with his piercing topaz eyes.

Seeing the large group of people gradually step inside the Weeping Woods, he meowed

pitifully.

"Myu... time to get to work."