blueteamnovel Chapter 52 Big Shots and the Reprimand
Chapter 52 Big Shots and the Reprimand
A lazy, teasing remark swept through the oppressive corridor like a gentle breeze.
However, at the very moment that sound rang out—
The originally tense and imposing Heath and Chiron were suddenly gripped by an invisible hand!
The surging magical power and boundless spiritual energy within him instantly froze! As if they had never existed!
The two of them stood frozen in place, like ordinary people stripped of all their supernatural powers, unable to move even a finger!
Upon seeing who it was, Kairon's pupils shrank to pinpoints, his face drained of color, and his voice trembled uncontrollably:
"Lord Mo... Lord Mokamo?! You... how did you come to this place?"
The newcomer was none other than the master of the Silent Forest! A Level Three Archmage! The Tower Master of the Silent Tower!
The Silent Shadow – Mochamo Einz!
He still wore that ambiguous smile on his face, his tone as relaxed as if chatting with an old friend:
"Oh? 'Grand Wizard Chiron'."
He tilted his head slightly, but his eyes were unfathomable.
"Do I need to report to you, this 'big shot,' before I come here?"
The words, though seemingly casual, struck Kairon's heart like a thunderbolt!
"Thump!"
Kairon's knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to the ground, a fine layer of cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead.
"I wouldn't dare! I had no such intention! Please forgive me, sir!" His voice was filled with fear.
Hick, standing to the side, held his breath, his heart pounding!
The moment Mokamo appeared, he recognized this being who commanded awe throughout the entire Aikaer region!
The invisible and intangible yet terrifying pressure, enough to freeze the soul, made him afraid to even breathe.
Mochamo's gaze swept over Hick, a hint of amusement in it:
"So you're the new little guy Pello just took in? Hmm... you've got guts, and your foundation... is alright too."
His gaze swept over the apprentices behind Hick, who had undergone transformations and exuded a renewed aura, and he nodded slightly.
"This craftsmanship... is actually quite interesting."
Upon hearing this praise, which was almost like evaluating an object, Hick immediately bowed, his posture extremely humble:
"You flatter me, sir. My humble skills are entirely due to your excellent guidance."
"teach?"
A gentle yet slightly helpless voice rang out: "Hick, I don't recall teaching you any of this."
The figure of Mentor Pero had quietly appeared in the arena at some point, standing beside Mochamo.
"Heh," Mochamo chuckled lightly, casually saying to Pero, "Pero, you've taken on an 'interesting' disciple."
He paused, his tone still relaxed yet carrying an undeniable weight, "The matters we discussed earlier are entirely your responsibility. If you encounter any obstacles..."
His gaze swept over the kneeling Kairon, seemingly casually, and the smile on his lips deepened.
"...I will take action myself."
Before he finished speaking, Mochamo's figure vanished silently from the spot, like ink dissolving into the air, just as abruptly as he had appeared.
As the suffocating, overwhelming pressure disappeared, the air in the corridor seemed to begin to flow again.
But the atmosphere was even more stagnant and cold than before!
Professor Perot's gaze slowly fell on Chiron, who was still kneeling on the ground, his body trembling slightly. The gentle smile on his face had vanished without a trace, leaving only a chilling, icy expression.
"Kaylon."
His voice wasn't loud, but it sent a chill down Kairon's spine.
"Tell me, what were you thinking? Choosing to stage such a 'show' right when Lord Mokamo is visiting our Wizard Tower?"
Kairon's body trembled violently, and he lowered his head even further.
"Do you think I, the tower lord, am too lenient, and want to take this opportunity to show off your 'uprightness' in front of Lord Mochamo? So that the lord will think that I, Pero... am incompetent in managing my subordinates?!"
The last four words were like ice picks, piercing Chiron's spine!
"No! I wouldn't dare! Lord Tower Master!"
Kairon's voice trembled with tears as he hurriedly explained, "I truly didn't know Lord Mochamo would be coming today! I acted on impulse..."
"A moment of impulse?"
Pelo interrupted him, her voice icy cold.
"So you have objections to what happened with Klara? You think I, Pero... am lying? You think Klara, who stole my things and openly defected... is innocent?!"
Kairon's face was ashen, fear gripping his heart like a poisonous vine!
Although Lord Mochamo had been smiling the whole time and seemed completely unconcerned,
But Kellon, who knew his temperament well, was perfectly aware that behind that smile lay extreme dissatisfaction with his own behavior!
He didn't deal with me personally, nor did he say anything to me; he just left. It was quite obvious.
The fact that the adults completely handed over the power of decision-making to Pelosi is itself an extremely dangerous signal!
If Lord Mochamo hadn't come today, hadn't been present, and hadn't made a statement, Kairon might have dared to argue his case more forcefully, and wouldn't be in this position now.
but now……
"No! Your Excellency Tower Master! Please forgive my foolishness and arrogance!"
Kairon's voice was filled with desperate pleas as his forehead slammed heavily against the cold ground.
"Your subordinate knows his mistake! Your subordinate is willing to pay any price! I only beg for Your Majesty's mercy!"
Seeing that Chiron had completely broken down and given in, Perot's icy expression softened slightly, and her tone returned to its usual calm, even carrying a hint of unpredictable casualness:
"The price..."
He seemed to be pondering, his fingertips lightly tapping his cane. "I heard that the traitor Klar... gave you a 'Curse of Frost'? And even some manuals?"
Kairon's body instantly stiffened like a stone statue! A bone-chilling coldness shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!
He looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with disbelief and a deep, heart-wrenching pain!
Master Perrotta… he even knows this?! And of all times, he brought it up now…
He understood. This wasn't a question at all.
Kaylon's facial muscles twitched violently, a mixture of struggle, resentment, and fear...
In the end, all emotions turned into a deathly despair.
With trembling hands, he reached out and, with extreme slowness and difficulty, retrieved a strange crystal, no bigger than a finger, from the spatial artifacts within his wizard's robes. The crystal seemed to have a ghostly blue flame flowing inside, radiating an aura of coldness and destruction.
It was that extremely precious semi-magical artifact—the Curse of Frost!
In addition, there was a seemingly ordinary manual.
He held the valuable semi-magical artifact in both hands, along with a research manual that perfectly matched his own magical attributes.
As if holding his own ripped-out heart, he trembled and, with utmost reverence, raised it high above his head and offered it to Perot:
"Lord Tower Master, your wisdom is evident... These two items... were indeed a gift from Klar. Your subordinate... dared not keep them for yourself, and today... they are returned to their rightful owner!"
Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a heart-wrenching pain!
That semi-magical artifact wasn't a big deal, but that manual...
That's the lifeline that determines whether I can become a second-level wizard!