SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Chapter 517 I want to see your Royal Treasury! [3rd Bonus]

The once-chaotic Arena, now controlled. As the emperor, Ryon, turned to leave after passing commands to the palace wizards on what to do next.

But suddenly a playful voice stopped him.

"Majesty, are you forgetting something?" Kent's voice carried across the arena, cutting through the air like a blade.

The restless crowd, on the brink of dispersing, froze in place, their eyes wide with dumbfounded expressions. The emperor, seething with fury, stopped in his tracks and turned, glaring at Kent with burning eyes.

"You are free to go. Leave now before I change my mind," Ryon spat out through gritted teeth, barely able to contain his growing irritation.

But Kent didn't stop there. "Are you forgetting something,

your majesty

?" he asked again, his voice light, almost teasing.

The emperor, now visibly exasperated, shot back, "What is it this time? I said you are free to go!"

With a casual smile, Kent replied, "The Queen suggested a reward, remember? I saved her life. Twice, in fact. And I spent some torturous time in your prison without proper cause. Surely, there must be a reward?"

The crowd erupted into murmurs as they watched the scene unfold with disbelief. They couldn't understand how Kent, after all that had transpired, had the audacity to ask for a reward in front of the emperor.

Ryon's face twitched as if he'd been slapped. He clenched his fists but forced himself to respond. "What do you want?" the emperor asked, his voice strained with frustration.

"Declare the Dead Island City as an independent territory. It won't be part of any nation and I would be its sole ruler." Kent said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Agreed," the emperor said curtly, eager to leave.

Far Away in the First Realm... 32nd gathering of Sworn Wizards...

In the depths of the First Realm, on a hidden island controlled by the Spear-head members of the sworn wizards, a gathering that could shape the future of all nine realms was underway.

Nine wizards, each representing one of the Nine Realms, sat in a circle within a grand stone chamber. At the head of the table was none other than Madam Clark, the head of the Fist Faction and Kent's mother.

"So, are you all saying that wealth is our only issue? We have the numbers, we have powerful allies, and we have experts sworn to fight with us."

A murmur of agreement passed around the room, but the leader of the wand faction, an elder from the 8th Realm, leaned forward, tapping his wand on the table. "Madam Clark, wealth will decide the outcome of this war. You know as well as I do that powerful wizards are essential, but treasures... treasures win wars."

The Wind Fan, faction head from 2nd Realm nodded. "He's right. The war of the Nine Realms will be fought with spells and magic, yes, but treasures and artifacts will determine the victor. Without them, even the most powerful wizard is vulnerable."

Another Staff faction wizard, representing the Fourth Realm, spoke up. "We have allies, but they need to be equipped. If we're going to face the combined might of the 9 realms association, royal families and their forces, we need to fund this war properly. We need treasures that can turn the tide."

Madam Clark listened intently, her fingers clenched in determination. "Then it's decided," she said after a moment of silence. "We gather wealth. As much as we can. We'll leverage our alliances, trade for treasures, and seize what we need."

The mace faction head from 9th Realm chuckled darkly. "Gathering sounds like the right approach. After all, the royal families won't just hand over their treasures."

A tense silence followed. The room was filled with a sense of urgency, the weight of the upcoming war looming over them all.

"The treasures will come on their own. We started this sworn wizard's faction with nothing. But look at our strength now. Gather the wealth, amass the treasures, and prepare for war. This is the moment that will decide the fate of the Nine Realms. We cannot afford to fail. If it is wealth that is stopping us from victory, We will get it. Understand!" Madam Clark declared, rising from her seat.

The wizards exchanged determined glances, each keeping their trust on Madam Clark.

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