Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3523

"Nothing here as well." Menadion sighed. "The lack of magical progress in the last seven hundred years is disheartening. Your mages managed to lower the requirements for Forgemastery and streamline the process for mass production, but that’s it. There’s not a spark of originality in this junk."

"With all due respect, Magus Menadion, this is standard equipment." Thaas replied. "It’s designed to perform well for the average member of the Knight Guard. It’s not customized to my particular skills or needs.

"That kind of artifact is left to us to Forgemaster after accumulating enough battle experience." Every member of the Knight Guard was a Mage Knight and was supposed to learn Forgemastery over time.

For those who lacked talent, there would always be at least one squad mate capable of doing it for them.

"Also, the enchantments on our equipment are supposed to be a state secret. They are protected with state-of-the-art cloaking runes. You weren’t supposed to crack them, let alone study them."

The captain had handed Menadion his spear only to be polite, believing she wanted to examine the craftsmanship, not the magic imbued in the weapon.

"Young man, this is no secret. At least to me." She replied. "Your weapon is based on one of my old designs and it has been barely modified. As for your cloaking runes, if you call that ’state-of-the-art’ I’m sorry for you."

Thaas narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth, ready to defend the honor of the Kingdom and the Knight Guard.

"She meant no offense, Captain." Solus stepped in before he could say a word. "My ancestor is still getting used to interacting with people after being dead for a long time and she tends to be blunt from time to time."

"On top of that, what did you expect would happen when you handed an artifact to a legendary Forgemaster?" Yerna snorted. "What looks like a complex rune pattern to us must be nothing but a puzzle to her."

"Don’t worry, Captain. Your secrets are safe with me." Menadion said and Solus nudged her mother before she could add anything else.

"Thanks, ma’am." Thaas replied.

’Why did you nudge me?’ Menadion asked via a mind link.

’Because I could hear the insult coming.’ Solus said.

’What insult?’ Menadion said in outrage. ’I was just about to say that I won’t bother remembering something so simple and no one I know is desperate enough to need that crap.’

’Yeah, right. Try to say that again while keeping in mind you are talking with a soldier who’s proud of his country and about the weapon that saved his life countless times.’ Solus had a hard time keeping the sarcasm out of her voice.

’Oh.’ Menadion was genuinely baffled. ’When you put it that way, I sound like an obnoxious prick.’

’You’re welcome, Mom.’

"Are you sure? Nothing? At all?" Lith asked Havya in disbelief.

"I just double-checked, sir." She replied. "If the cartel has informants, it’s not inside the Association. The news about your arrival was kept from anyone else to narrow down the list of potential sources of leaks to the minimum."

"And it worked." Lith nodded. "We still have the advantage of surprise but it won’t help as much after the first raid. We need to make it count."

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The patrons’ initial annoyance at the intrusion turned into baffled silence and then into a glare aimed at the officers.

Raids of the local militia were nothing new but Royal Constables always meant trouble. Yet the short whistle meant only a small group of officers had approached the Roaring Lion.

There were many sentinels outside and it was unlikely they had all failed to notice a massive armed force surrounding the place. Either the woman was bluffing or the Royal Constable office had gone all-out.

The only thing the patrons knew for certain was that things were about to get ugly.

Militias would come and leave after finding nothing. Even if they found something or someone, it was easy to send them scurrying after roughening them up a little. Knight Guards didn’t fold easily and, if one of them died, dozens would hunt the murderer down to the ends of Mogar.

"Get out." A giant of a man, over two meters (6’9") tall and with arms thicker than most legs, defied Yerna’s orders and stood up. "There’s nothing for you here. Do yourself a favor and leave."

His voice was calm but in the silence of the tavern, it sounded ominous.

"I don’t take orders, sir. I give them." Yerna pointed her finger at the office’s door. "Bring me everyone in there and stop them from destroying evidence!"

Two men of the Knight Guard moved forward while the other three formed a shield wall around the Royal Constables.

"I warned you." The man inhaled deeply and jumped over the table and above the rest of the customers, his bald head missing the high ceiling by a hair breath.