Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1300

Chapter 1300 - Fear and Dead Men (Part 2)

’Not to mention it would make a huge mess that I would have to clean before breakfast even though this is supposed to be my vacation as well.’

Lith used his five eyes to look at the bystanders and assess the damage to the inn while never losing sight of his prisoners. The regular guests of the hotel were so scared that they kept their hands in front of their mouths to not scream.

No one cried, but not out of bravery. They were simply afraid that even a whimper could draw his attention. The clangor of the earlier battle between mercenaries looked like a pleasant dream compared to the silence that had befallen the room since Lith’s arrival.

He shapeshifted his body back into the human form and the Scalewalker armor into the deep blue robe of an Archmage while taking out his communication amulet.

"War." No one knew the name of the blade so they assumed it had to be some kind of challenge.

Mercenaries and civilian alike put their hands behind their heads while touching the ground with their forehead as a sign of submission.

"Yes?" The latches of the weapon opened and closed like nimble fingers, forming an intelligible word with their clacking. The inhuman sound lacked a tone, yet it managed to convey War’s eagerness for a fight.

The blood that comprised the sheath slithered and writhed in a hypnotic way, making it impossible for those who witnessed the phenomenon to avert their gaze.

"Kill anyone who tries to leave the room without my permission." Lith said.

"Yes." The seals on the blade clicked with the enthusiasm of a kid playing with the wrap of a long-awaited gift they couldn’t wait to open.

"I’m Archmage Verhen. I need to report a crime and I require a clean-up team."

While Lith gave the night clerk his position and a brief report of the events, some of the mercenaries closer to the exit made a run for it. Once the Association was involved and if Lith really was who he claimed to be, death was the easy way out.

War darted after them, returning every time in the blink of an eye.

No scream nor thud betrayed the fate of the runaways, everything happened in silence. The sheath, however, became thicker and its color more vibrant with each life it took.

While waiting for backup, Lith helped the bystanders to stand up, healed those that had been injured during the fight between mercenaries, and broke all of the merchants’ limbs after Hushing them so that no one could hear a thing.

Even though they were civilians, it was their fault if his vacation had almost gotten ruined. They had made it personal and Lith hated to leave loose ends.

Between his apparent mercy and the free treatments that he offered, by the time the Constable arrived, both the staff of the inn and its guests were back in high spirits. The drinks were on the house and with enough liquid courage flowing through their veins, the recent events didn’t look so bad anymore.

The storm had passed safely, at least for them, and the lack of bloodshed had made the whole thing like something out of a bard’s tale. Lith had even carved a plaque for the inn’s owner that said: "My beer is mightier than the sword".

Half of it would be confiscated by the Kingdom to pay for the damages the merchants had caused and to compensate the inn for the lost business. _{fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com}