Chapter 328: Compensation
Even Sia, the elven girl whom Serie had high hopes for, was quickly defeated due to her lack of combat experience and became one of the three pinned to the ground.
The defeated apprentices lay sprawled across the cobblestones beneath them.
Seeing her carefully selected disciples so easily defeated, Serie turned her face away in anger. She really didn't want to admit that these guys, who were picked off like chickens by a few adventurers, were actually her students.
How embarrassing! If this gets out, where will Serie's hard-earned reputation be?
Kurtz, watching from nearby, was thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, even offering a comment: "They still lack practical experience. Although these adventurers are all very strong and beyond their capabilities, their ability to adapt to changing circumstances is still too poor. They shouldn't have been subdued so easily."
"It seems I'll have to arrange some special training for them when we get back."
Upon hearing this, Serie nodded heavily in agreement, a somewhat fierce expression appearing on her face.
She was already planning how to train her good-for-nothing apprentices when she got back.
However, before that, we need to clean up this mess and "rescue" these shameful, foolish apprentices from the adventurers.
Just as the leading warrior spotted a gap in Evan's spellcasting and prepared to rush in for the final blow, Serie made her move. She stepped forward decisively, raising one hand high.
An invisible, heavy force appeared instantly. Everyone within a ten-meter radius of the two sides in the conflict, whether it was Evan and his group who were engaged in fierce fighting, or the adventurers who had already subdued their opponents, or even some nearby civilians, felt their bodies suddenly sink downward.
Every movement became incredibly difficult; even lifting a single finger required immense effort.
Everyone was frozen in place by this sudden force, unable to move from their previous positions.
"Gravity magic-" some knowledgeable onlookers exclaimed in low voices.
To be able to unleash such a powerful gravity field while keeping its power within a specific range, the magic mastery of the newcomer must be unfathomable.
The adventurers struggled to no avail. The leader made a tentative struggle, but after realizing he couldn't break free immediately, he lowered his head, lost in thought.
In an instant, both Evan and his group, as well as the adventurers, all looked toward the source of the magic.
At the end of the road, where the crowd had automatically parted, a petite elven girl with dazzling long golden hair and exquisite features slowly lowered her raised hand. She surveyed the scene before her with cold eyes.
"It's...it's Lady Serie!" Someone recognized her and exclaimed loudly.
Although Serie rarely leaves the Magic Association, her portrait is widely circulated, especially in the Kingdom of El, where every magician knows her by name.
When Evan and the others saw Serie appear, they were stunned for a moment; their faces grew complicated, and they all called out in a strained voice, "T-Teacher—!"
Upon hearing the word "teacher," and considering the other person's appearance and the terrifying gravity magic, the adventurers had no more doubts remaining.
The person before them is none other than the legendary elven saint, Serie, and the world's strongest magician.
Although the news that the Godslayer Kurtz was still alive gradually became known to everyone on the continent, and a considerable number of people believed that he was the strongest mage in the world, most people still regarded Serie as the strongest mage on the continent because Kurtz had no clear record of fighting in the past thousand years.
The adventurer's face turned ashen, and his previous arrogance vanished without a trace.
Although they were confident in their own strength, they were also well aware of the vast gap between themselves and these legendary figures who stood at the top of the continent.
Theoretically, warriors are strong counters to mages, but this is only true if the difference in strength between the two is not too great.
If it were a mage of Serie's caliber, even Kraft, the elven warrior who saved the world in the records, probably wouldn't be confident of victory.
At this moment, Serie spoke up in an annoyed tone, her voice filled with undisguised disdain: "Don't call me teacher. I don't have any of you disgraceful disciples."
These words struck Evan and the others like a whip, making them so ashamed that they dared not raise their heads.
After Serie finished speaking, she gently waved her small hand, and the terrifying gravity that enveloped the entire area instantly disappeared without a trace. The sudden release caught everyone off guard.
Thump! Thump!
Several adventurers, suddenly freed from their restraints, lost control of their bodies and fell heavily to the ground, looking quite disheveled.
Evan and the others were freed as well, but they still kept their heads down, not daring to look directly at Serie.
"Alright, this farce ends here." Serie's gaze swept over both sides, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Disperse immediately."
However, the leader of the adventurers, after catching his breath, stepped forward with a forced smile: "Lady Serie! We meant no offense to you or your students. But your disciples did indeed damage our magical materials. These magical materials are extremely valuable and were the main spoils of our adventure. To just let it go like this, we cannot accept it!"
As he spoke, a subtle slyness flashed in the depths of his eyes, as if he was certain that important figures like Serie wouldn't get too entangled with them over such trivial matters due to their status and pride.
Upon hearing this, Serie laughed in exasperation. She crossed her arms and slightly raised her chin: "Oh? So you mean you're not convinced? You want to fight me directly?"
As she finished speaking, an invisible magical power seemed to begin gathering around her.
The remaining adventurers were so frightened that they waved their hands repeatedly, their faces turning pale instantly.
To attack Serie? What's the difference between that and suicide?
No matter how confident they are, they wouldn't dare challenge such a legendary existence.
"No, no, no! We absolutely did not mean that!" the lead warrior quickly explained. "It's just that these magical materials are indeed very valuable, and our team is counting on them to exchange for resources for training and living expenses, so we hope to receive reasonable compensation..."
Serie frowned.
Although she has a bad temper, she is not unreasonable. If her disciple were truly at fault, compensation would be appropriate.
She sensed it briefly and, judging from the magical fluctuations emanating from the destroyed box of materials, it was indeed a valuable magical material.
"Alright," she waved her hand impatiently, as if shooing away flies, "I'll have someone compensate you double later. Now, get out of my sight immediately."
Upon hearing this, the warrior who appeared to be the leader repeatedly expressed his gratitude: "Thank you, Lady Serie! Thank you so much! You are truly magnanimous!" His voice grew warmer with each word.
As he spoke, he seemed to be too excited and involuntarily took a few more steps toward Serie, closing the distance between them. His hand drifted slowly toward his belt.
To outsiders, this action seemed harmless, and they simply assumed the other person was acting out of excitement.
It's perfectly normal for a legendary figure not only not to pursue their offense but also to be willing to compensate for the losses, to move closer in their excitement instinctively
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