Chapter 1580 - The Devil, Or Perhaps… A Great Old One
Chapter 1580: The Devil, Or Perhaps… A Great Old One
Early the next morning, Mag and the ladies boarded a 7th-tier magic beast, the Golden Armored Condor that the Falk Tribe used to ferry their VIPs, and set off on their return journey.
Irina sent Mag a message last night, saying that she would be returning with the ladies that she had rescued first.
Furthermore, while they were saying goodbye to Connie in the morning, she told them which tribes in the Twilight Forest were targeted last night. Some of them even sent their remaining elven maids over to the Falk Tribe in a rush, and begged them to hand them over on their behalf.
They estimated that the Twilight Forest would not have any orcs who would keep elven maids for a very long time.
After all… those fellows who used to show off everywhere were all crying over their lost weiners at home now.
This punishment’s shock and awe effect was indeed far greater than killing them all.
This… is indeed very like Irina. Mag raised his eyebrows, and clamped his legs together instinctively.
As for Hannah’s distillation machines and exquisite brews stored in the cellar, Mag could only help her get rid of them on the spot. The machines were dismantled and sold for scraps, and the rum stored in the cellars was sold to the aristocrats in the city.
This made Hannah’s heart ache badly. However, since she was sure that she would never return, she wasn’t too resistant to this solution.
“Father is bringing back another beautiful big sister after returning from a trip again,” Amy muttered softly as she peeped at Hannah sitting at a side.
Mag happened to hear that, and his mouth twitched. He smiled, and explained, “Big Sister Hannah is a very formidable brewer. She will most probably work with all of us in the restaurant for some time.”
Hannah stood up, and shyly greeted everyone, “I am Hannah. I hope all of you can guide me along.”
“Nice to meet you, Hannah. I am Miya…”
They were considered acquainted after everyone introduced themselves.
All the ladies are so beautiful and nice. This is fantastic… Hannah, who was initially worried that she wouldn’t be able to blend in, was feeling ecstatic now. She was also full of anticipation for her new life.
“Have a rest first, everyone. Although the Golden Armored Condor is fast, we will only be arriving at Chaos City at noon, just in time for lunch.” Mag smiled at all of them. He was already lying in a reclining chair comfortably, and closing his eyes for a short rest.
The Falk Tribe’s trip had concluded, and the result was satisfying.
However, the existence of the black fog and the Great Old Ones made him feel rather uneasy.
Since the other party didn’t intend to remain silent in ruin, then they would definitely have a battle with this world.
A singular power had no way to handle such a catastrophe and opponents. They needed to have more allies, even all the powers in this world to resist those Great Old Ones.
As for how to persuade those fellows who were only thinking about fighting for territory and conquering the world, make them understand the dire situation that the Norland Continent was in now, and get them to agree to make concessions and form alliances, it was a problem that caused him an extremely bad headache.
Comparatively, cooking is indeed an easy and relaxing affair. Mag sighed in his heart. He thought he had gotten the God of Cookery’s script, but he had just discovered that things weren’t as simple as he had thought now.
“Big Sister Hannah, what is in your little gourd?”
“It’s the most precious aged rum base. My grandpa stored it after he brewed it 50 years ago. There are 15 barrels…”
***
When it was about noon, Chaos City appeared in their sight.
Hannah was getting familiar with all the ladies after spending a whole morning with them.
With Miya’s enthusiastic guidance, Hannah’s integration process was very smooth. She was no longer as awkward and restrained as in the morning.
“Is that Chaos City? What a huge city!” Hannah stared at that huge square city in front with gradually widening eyes in disbelief.
She had gained some knowledge on this trip. She had seen the mountains and rivers beyond the Falk Tribe and many big cities and small towns.
However, all those cities and towns could only be considered as a tiny village when compared to the big city in front of them.
Even if one put the entire Falk Tribe in there, it would only have taken up a small corner.
“Yes. That is Chaos City, and it’s where we are going to live.” Miya smiled. She wasn’t any better than Hannah when she first saw this scene the very first time that she flew up into the air.
“How many people are living there?” Hannah asked curiously.
“Apparently, it has over 1,000,000 people, but it should exceed that number,” Miya replied after thinking for a while.
“Over 1,000,000…” Hannah covered her mouth. There were only about 50,000 people in the entire Falk Tribe, and it was already considered as a big tribe in the Twilight Forest, but this city actually had over 1,000,000 people living in it. What a scary number!
The Golden Armored Condor landed outside the city. Mag left right away after he got to the ground, and told the ladies, “You all go back first. I have to settle something first. I will return to cook lunch for you all very soon.”
“Let’s go, Hannah. We will return to the restaurant first.” Miya looped her arm around Hannah’s, and everyone followed them into the city.
***
In a secret chamber, Rolan shook Mag’s hands, and solemnly said, “We have already received the intel about the specific situation. Mr. Mag, you have completed your mission perfectly, and made a huge contribution to the world’s peace.”
Regarding the orcs, after Isaiah was killed in the rebellion, they already lost their control, and were no longer able to stop Auster from unifying the Twilight Forest, and leading the orcs to start a war.
However, Mag’s trip had shattered Auster’s plots and plans, and returned the Falk Tribe under the pro-peace factions’ control. This made the Twilight Forest controllable, and pulled the orcs back from the edge of war successfully.
“My lord, you’re too kind with your praises. This is the result of the efforts of everyone in the restaurant,” Mag humbly said with a smile. However, he soon stopped smiling, and said to Rolan with a lowered voice, “However, we have gained far more than that, but that gain is not something that can make people smile.”
“This is?” Rolan looked at the stone box that Mag took out.
“This is a statue that Rex found on the location that the Urba Tribe cannibalized one another after they were controlled by the devil 300[1] years ago.” Mag passed the stone box to Rex, and reminded, “Do not stare into its eyes, as it can be dangerous.”
Rolan’s expression turned grave after hearing that. Descriptions of the devil appeared repeatedly in the secret missive. Moreover, Mag was saying that this thing was related to the devil, and related to the Urba Tribe’s tragic massacre in the past; hence, it had to be an extremely ominous object.
Rolan received the stone box with both hands, and put it on a table. He took a deep breath, and then opened the stone box in a swift move.
The statue was only palm-sized, but it gave out an immensely terrifying sensation. He felt his soul tremble simply after he looked into the blood-red eyes for a brief moment, as if he was targeted by some terrifying existence.
Rolan quickly retrieved his gaze, shocked, and asked Mag, “Th-this is?”
“The devil, or perhaps… a Great Old One,” Mag replied calmly. He felt that his throat was a little dry too.
[1] I’m pretty sure Rex squatted 100 years in prison, so either he was caught after 200 years, I remembered wrong, or the author made a mistake.