Chapter 570: Let It Go
"Why should our Watson Family compensate the Merlin Family for their losses?" Reid Watson's face was clouded and menacing. After letting out a cold laugh, he said nothing more, staring straight at Archmage Leon.
"First of all, let me make one thing clear. Your disciple Mark Watson detained one of our Merlin Family's resource collection teams over half a month ago, severely injuring most of the members. Two of them died in the conflict. Lord Reid, by your logic, shouldn't the Watson Family be responsible for compensation?"
"Heh, how could those people possibly compare to my disciple Mark?" Reid Watson sneered, utterly dismissive. He knew full well that those so-called resource collection teams were just low-ranking members of the Planar Legion—most were mere Archmages, and Magisters were extremely rare.
So what if two Archmages were killed?
Thinking of this, a chilling smile crept onto Reid Watson's face. "Alright, Archmage Leon, I understand your point. Regarding those two team members, the Watson Family can offer compensation. How about resources worth a million gold coins? That should more than cover the Merlin Family's losses..."
"Lord Reid, it seems you still don't understand what I'm saying. If it were just two ordinary Archmages, a million gold worth of resources would indeed cover the Merlin Family's losses. But the key is, those two who died weren't ordinary Archmages. They had the potential to reach Sky Rank. Tell me, how should the Watson Family compensate for that?"
"Archmage Leon!"
In an instant, Reid Watson's rage erupted, no longer able to contain the fury in his heart. A terrifying magical aura radiated from his body, his gaze locked tightly onto the slightly thin figure inside the barracks.
Now he finally understood...
The young mage had led him in circles, clearly mocking him. If the Watson Family really compensated as the young mage suggested, even bankrupting themselves wouldn't be enough...
As a Seventh Rank Title Archmage and a member of the Watson Family's Ancestral Grounds Council, how could he possibly tolerate such provocation?
Never mind that the other party was just an insignificant Sixth Rank Archmage—even a Title Archmage would be courting death by provoking him...
"Rumble..."
In an instant, the terrifying aura of the Seventh Rank Title Archmage swept through the barracks. Gale winds howled, and within seconds, the barracks were nearly destroyed—left in ruins.
"Alchemical Golem..." At that moment, Reid Watson suddenly remembered the Alchemical Golem and broke out in a cold sweat. That thing could rival an Eighth Rank Title Archmage—making a move in the Merlin Family camp was practically suicide...
Yet, just as he had this thought, a silver figure flashed across his vision and stopped about fifty meters away. As a master craftsman, he recognized it instantly—the silver figure holding a lavish staff was none other than an Alchemical Golem.
"Damn it..." Reid Watson's expression turned ugly as he spat out a curse. Of all the things to fear, this had to be the one to show up.
Honestly, he was regretting his decisions so much it hurt...
If only he'd known, he wouldn't have been so impulsive...