Chapter 716: Is That All?
Images from the Lightless Dream flickered through Leon's mind, reminding him that the pureblood elves possessed a similar power—the Jade Dream. The effects were nearly identical; only the names differed.
As Leon recalled these things, Elsa had already finished negotiating with the Dark Elf and walked over with a look of helplessness.
"Lord Merlin, our Grand Elder is currently unavailable. After such a long battle, you must be exhausted. Let me arrange for you to rest first."
Elsa led Leon and his companions to an exquisitely crafted wooden cabin, carefully taking care of all the little details before hurrying away.
Leon didn’t mind. Over time, as his understanding of the Spellbook of Ages deepened, he became ever more aware of its power.
Not only did he frequently discover highly practical spells, but there were even some that proved especially effective in particular situations.
But the greatest reward wasn’t just the spells themselves—it was that his understanding of spellcraft had risen to a new level. Now, when casting, he no longer needed to follow the original form of a spell. He could adapt it to suit the situation.
He could even combine incantations to create entirely new spells. While these weren’t always the most powerful, sometimes their effects were just right—some used the least mana, others took the shortest time to cast.
The more he learned, the more Leon realized the Spellbook of Ages was anything but simple. Now, with time on his hands, he could finally delve deeper into its mysteries.
Sitting in the cabin, Leon held the Spellbook of Ages and began to savor each incantation recorded within...
Meanwhile, Elsa returned, and news of Jeremy's critical injuries and unconsciousness began to spread through the Dark Elf tribe.
In Jeremy’s room, Jairus stared at his brother—unconscious, his life force barely flickering, not a trace of magical energy left in him. Jairus’s eyes reddened, fury suppressed as he carefully checked Jeremy’s condition. Once he confirmed Jeremy wasn’t in immediate danger, his pent-up rage exploded.
"Jeremy, don’t worry. No matter who did this, your brother will make them pay!"
Jairus stormed out of the room, heading straight for a large cabin where several Dark Elves were recovering from their wounds—survivors who had made it back with Elsa.
Bursting in, Jairus grabbed a Dark Elf lying on the bed and roared furiously.
"Speak. Who was it? Who left Jeremy in this state?"
The Dark Elf he’d seized turned pale, staring at Jairus in terror.
"It... it was those outsiders. Jeremy..."
Before he could finish, Jairus flung the Dark Elf aside and stormed out, rage undiminished.
"Bastards, bastards—it was the outsiders! Outsiders actually dared to hurt my brother!"
Jairus stormed out and vanished in a blink. The Dark Elves in the cabin exchanged uneasy glances—the conversation hadn’t even finished before Jairus left in a rage. Sensing trouble, one of them hurried out to inform Elsa.
Fueled by anger, Jairus quickly found out where the outsiders were staying—after all, they stood out like a sore thumb in the Dark Elf tribe.
But when he reached Leon’s cabin, the fury on Jairus’s face faded.
Staring at the cabin ahead, Jairus clenched his teeth.
Damn it, who? Who would bring Jeremy’s attacker to the honored guest cabin?
Damn outsiders, treated as honored guests!
The Dark Elves’ most prestigious guest cabin—how could those damned outsiders be allowed to stay there?
Face cold and grim, Jairus didn’t bother knocking—he kicked the door open and strode inside.
Inside, Leon sat with his head bowed over the Spellbook of Ages, examining a newly appeared first-level spell.
Seeing Jairus enter with a cold face, Leon looked momentarily bewildered, as if he hadn’t quite surfaced from the endless sea of incantations.
Jairus strode up to Leon, towering over him and demanded coldly, "Human? Who let you in here? Is this a place for a lowly species like yours? Get out."
Leon frowned slightly, glancing at Jairus with a cold, proud expression—chin raised, hands behind his back—the very posture Dark Elves used to show contempt for humans.
But Leon didn’t dwell on it, assuming the room was already occupied. He closed the Spellbook of Ages and stepped out of the cabin.
As he left, Jairus followed, sneering. Leon frowned and asked, "And you are...?"
But before Leon could finish, Jairus scoffed, "Are you blind, human? You don’t even recognize me, yet you think you can sneak into the Dark Elf tribe? Which idiot let a despicable creature like you into this cabin? Didn’t even bother to investigate before letting you in, did they?"
Pathetic human—only a ninth-rank Magus, and yet you dare come to the Dark Elf tribe to swindle us? Trash like you, I could crush ten of you with one hand.
And your vigilance is laughable—I walked right in and you barely noticed, still lost in low-level spells. Pathetic. I’ve always heard humans are weak and vile; now I see it’s true.
Trash like you isn’t even worthy to be compared to me. Among the three great races of the God-Demon Dominion, I’m second among the younger generation. And you? What are you?
When I was a ninth-rank Magus, I could kill a Level Forty Thunder Ape single-handedly—the toughest beast of its rank. Trash like you, if ambushed by one, wouldn’t even last a second. No, even a Level Thirty-Nine beast could easily finish you off.
Hmph, at this level, I could crush this despicable human with one hand. How did anyone fall for his tricks? Are there really people in the Dark Elf tribe even dumber than this contemptible human?
Trash like this—how could he possibly have hurt Jeremy?
Thinking this, Jairus raised his chin, glaring down at Leon like an interrogator. "Outsider human, tell me honestly—are you the one who did this to Jeremy? Answer me, and I might be merciful enough to spare your miserable life!"
Leon’s furrowed brow relaxed; his face was calm, utterly expressionless as he replied.
"Heh..."
Jairus’s face turned icy. "Despicable human, I told you to answer my question! Standing before you is the son of the Dark Elf Grand Elder, the tribe’s greatest prodigy, the strongest of the young generation. I command you—answer me! I’ll give you three seconds, or your hands will pay for your insolence."
As he spoke, Jairus quietly activated the magic marks on his body—a fourth-level spell glyph flared to life, radiating powerful magical energy.
Damn outsider, I knew you’d be stubborn. But standing before you is the Dark Elf tribe’s greatest prodigy—second among all young masters in the God-Demon Dominion. Trash like you doesn’t even deserve to fight me. Just hearing my name should make you tremble.
In the Dark Elf tribe, any young elf who hears my name is awestruck. If I get angry, even the elders feel fear. Those damned Ashen Orcs—just seeing me standing there, they wouldn’t even dare make a move.
A damned human, and not even a proper mage—just a ninth-rank Magus still studying first-level spells. Trash like this will never understand the true power of a Title Magus, let alone what a Dark Elf Title Magus is capable of.
Hmph, this damned outsider has probably never even spoken to a Title Magus—so scared he can barely talk. Disgusting. That I’m even speaking to such trash... If it weren’t for avenging Jeremy, I’d slice this outsider’s throat right now.
Yes, as long as this trash tells me which outsider hurt Jeremy, I’ll be merciful and let him live. He’s not even worth dealing with myself—if anyone found out, I’d be laughed at for decades.
As for the bastard who hurt Jeremy, I’ll see him locked in the Dark Elf dungeons, tortured for a hundred years—his soul won’t escape.
As for this weak, timid fool who can’t even speak up to me—I’ll just destroy his mage glyphs. Trash like this will never know true power.
Jairus glanced at Leon and sneered.
"Hmph, just as I thought—cowardly human. What’s wrong? Never seen this kind of power before? Let me tell you, if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t even need to lift a finger. One thought, and you’d die ten times over."
Leon was a bit baffled. Where did this guy even come from?
"What do you want?"
Jairus raised his chin, hands behind his back, his expression full of disdain.
"Trash like you isn’t even worth my time. Just tell me where the bastard who hurt Jeremy is, and I’ll show mercy—destroy your own mana, and I’ll let you live."
Hmph, maybe this guy was sent here by those other damned rivals—they’re the ones who hurt Jeremy and put this weak human in my way, just to make me look bad. The Dark Elf tribe’s top prodigy, forced to deal with a ninth-rank human Magus.
Damn, I almost fell for it!
Jairus glared at Leon, eyes full of anger.
Leon muttered casually, "Is that all?"