Chapter 768: Volume 23: Rising Winds and Swirling Clouds, - 6: Well Played!
A subtle magic fluctuation entered Komer’s sea of consciousness. Komer lifted his head, an expectant look on his face, "Oh, it seems I’m the last to know. Our guests have already arrived. Why not invite them in?"
Seeing the bewildered expressions on Fran and Puber’s faces, Komer became even more certain. These people only wanted to use Fran, and they hadn’t even informed Fran of their movements. This put Komer more at ease. He was not keen to witness someone he trusted betray him; that would only prove his own failure in judgement.
"Respected Lord Komer, please forgive our intrusion. We mean no harm, and we believe we have every reason to join forces in the face of the ever-changing landscape of the Continent," a clear and resonant voice came from outside the door, filled with an attractive magnetic power, reminiscent of Psychic Magic. However, Komer knew it was not Psychic Magic but the natural tone of voice, which startled him and piqued his curiosity.
"Really? To face the changing landscape of the Continent? Haha, I do wish to see who has the audacity to make such sweeping statements, daring to dismiss the Church of Light and the Beastmen as if they were nothing," Komer became even more composed, his arms crossed, calmly watching the doorway.
Two figures suddenly appeared at the entrance. The Half-beastman Guards in the hall didn’t even see where the two figures came from, only feeling a blur before them as the two walked into the study.
A mysterious smile appeared on Komer’s lips. Although he was full of admiration inwardly, he displayed no hint of surprise outwardly. Indeed, masters of the craft, who managed to use such subtle Spatial Illusion Magic and Flight Technique in such a narrow and complex corridor, evading even his own detection of the spatial fluctuations, relying solely on his six senses, rudimentary as they were. This level of Spatial Magic alone could secure them a place amongst the Continent’s many masters in the magical community.
The two men standing before Komer were strikingly different in appearance. One was tall and robust, his square face with deeply set eyes glinting faintly gold, unforgettable at first sight, while the other was a man with an ordinary face, easily forgotten the moment you glanced away.
"Lord Komer, I am Welch Medoff, and this is my assistant, Clark Dos," the tall man said. His mere presence made Fran and Puber feel as though they were suffocating, but this pressure seemed to fade into nothingness before Komer.