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Chapter 1119: Chapter 384: Collision

Three middle-aged individuals wearing earth-yellow wizard robes walked towards us.

The trio consisted of two men and one woman, with the leading middle-aged man holding a short stick made of burl wood, topped with a fist-sized earth-yellow sphere.

Even the servants, completely ignorant of witchcraft, could sense that the earth-yellow sphere contained some sort of substantial, surging energy, making them feel uneasy.

Duke Drum’s gaze quickly swept over the short stick in the other’s hand.

He knew that the earth-yellow sphere at the top of the stick was actually infused with a large amount of Earth Element Essence.

Collecting Earth Element Essence is extremely difficult, and crafting the crystal sphere even more so; overall, it’s a treasure that can significantly enhance the power of Earth Element Witchcraft, extremely rare.

Simultaneously, it’s also the staff of the strongest legendary “Carver” Harold.

The male wizard on Harold’s left, though of a similar age to Harold, had an aura that was much weaker in comparison, approximately at the Second Level Wizard Peak.

Although outside, he would be considered a solid Quasi-Legendary Level strongman, beside Harold he seemed somewhat overshadowed.

As for the female wizard, she appeared to be in her thirties or forties, an age when a woman is most charming, but in actuality, she was over fifty.

However, as a wizard, she aged slower than ordinary people and maintained her appearance well, so her face still looked quite delightful.

Yet, her thin and slightly upward-curving lips carried a hint of arrogance and sharpness, giving an impression of being not very easy to get along with.

“Lord Harold, welcome, welcome!” Duke Drum stepped forward, warmly greeting.

“Duke, you’re too kind.” Harold slightly bowed and smiled.

Though Harold’s face was also brimming with a smile, there was a hint of pride seemingly stemming from his immense power, giving off a sense of aloofness.

…

Soon, they were seated in the luxurious reception room of the Drum family.

“Duke, I heard about what happened to Greenwood, my condolences.”

“Thank you!”

After some small talk, Duke Drum instructed the butler, Owen, to hand a stack of papers to Harold.

“Lord Harold, these are some of the achievements and intelligence of the other party from before.”

Harold took it and initially skimmed through it rather casually, but when he sped to the last part, he let out a soft “Hmm,” and a trace of emotion flickered in his eyes.

“Hmm, killed a Poison Liquid Flying Dragon and the ‘Corpse Splitter’ Greg.”

The most recent achievements naturally appeared last and best reflected the current strength of the other party.

However, Harold was merely moved by it.

If a way could be found to evade or resist the venomous attacks of the Poison Liquid Flying Dragon, the difficulty of killing it would be greatly reduced.

This is akin to the Poison Liquid Flying Dragon’s strength dropping from a Legendary Peak to a Late Legendary level.

However, the fact that the other party could kill the ‘Corpse Splitter’ Greg made Harold pay more attention, as wizards are very familiar with certain bloodlines.

He knew that Greg possessed giant bloodline, and when activating his bloodline talent ‘Giant Rock Battle Body,’ his defensive power was comparable to a rock giant.

If Rein waited until Greg exhausted himself and forcibly exited from the Giant Rock Battle Body to kill him, that would not be concerning. However, if the other party killed Greg while he activated his battle body, it demanded more caution.

“Sir, is the other party really strong?” The female wizard Caroline, seeing her most admired Harold showing a hint of surprise, immediately grew curious about this Rein.

“Hmm, impressive strength, you can take a look.” Harold handed the information about Rein to Caroline.

“What are the Duke’s plans?” Harold turned and asked Duke Drum.

Although Harold had no doubt he could handle Rein, at his level, it was impossible to act like the top assassins of the Black Blade Organization, killing someone recklessly for money or a certain item.

Especially since this Rein had a very clear official identity—an Empire Fine Gold Level Sword Bearer, additionally a formal noble ennobled by the Empire.

Thus, Harold needed an appropriate justification to act, or at least a reasonable “excuse.”

“Here’s the situation, Lord Harold, I have already contacted some female relatives who suffered due to this Rein, including Greenwood’s mother, to go cry in the Imperial City Noble Court.”

“Although this matter, according to our intelligence, will soon be ruled as self-defense by the Sword Holder Headquarters, and in principle, the Noble Court will not take the case, we will let old, weak, women, and children emotionally recount this event to the judge, moving them emotionally.”

“Additionally, we will utilize our connections to persuade the judge, making a logical argument.”

“The main goal is to have the Noble Court summon this Rein to understand the situation.”

“Duke Drum, even if summoned, with the ruling from the Sword Holder Headquarters, you are destined to lose the case, aren’t you?” The other male wizard, Darren, frowned upon hearing this and couldn’t help but interject.

Although he was a Second Level Liquidization Wizard, his temper was rather fiery, and he had not grasped Duke Drum’s intention yet.