Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1651

Chapter 1651: Players and Pawns (1)

The Warp Gates disappeared in unison and Syrook could finally drop the act. He rushed to the crates, bursting them open with a touch of his hand and letting himself almost be drowned in a wave of gold.

"I can't believe that those morons bought your act." Quaron said while stepping out of a Warp Steps. "A bit of Body Sculpting to fix their looks and a bit of rejuvenation to crank those old bones up can't change the fact that they have just a few years to live."

Syrook sighed deeply as the appearance of the Ranger ruined the moment for him.

"It will only matter if they manage to survive the incoming war." He replied. "For the moment, their foolish dream of youth is just the leash with which I'll keep the nobles in line until they outlive their usefulness.

"At that point, I can claim that they died because of their lack of faith. The good thing about being a god is that you don't have to explain yourself to anyone."

"We've really done it!" Quaron threw a handful of gold in the air, letting it fall on his head akin to rain. "Thrud upheld her part of the bargain."

"Indeed." Syrook dilated his nostrils in annoyance at the sight of the Ranger touching his gold and at the thought of losing half of it.

"Not even youth would have brought those old fools on my side if not for a member of the Royal family supporting my political coup and her subjects in the neighboring regions assuring that they would quickly join the uprisal.

"Too bad that now I have to do my part." Syrook split all the riches he had gained from the Nestrar region in half and took one artifact of each kind to be delivered to the Mad Queen.

She was eager to learn the secrets of Royal Forgemastery and recreate them with true magic before the war really started.

"Aren't you afraid of the Council? They are not going to remain silent once they discover that you Awakened me." Quaron said.

"Those old farts are irrelevant. They are so scared to reveal their existence and so glued on their chairs that when they understand what's happening it will be too late.

"Thrud will help me to take them down right after we get rid of the Royal army. Once that happens, I will have full control of the mana geysers of Nestrar and of all the magical goods they produce. As long as I give the Queen her due, of course."

"That said, why are you here? You were supposed to keep riling up the people and stall for time until the Royals are forced to attack their own subjects." The false god said.

He was certain that the Nestrar region would fall, but the seeds of grudge that were being planted in the key areas of the Kingdom would give Thrud the ground she needed to claim the throne.

She didn't want to reign over a pile of ashes nor to win a civil war just for a weakened Griffon Kingdom to be invaded by its neighboring countries. The Mad Queen had been working behind the scenes to make sure that her subjects would welcome her as a savior instead of fighting her like an invader.

"We are in a bit of trouble." Quaron sat on the throne, drinking from the ruby glass and groping the handmaiden's shapely buttocks. "Instead of attacking Zeska or trying to parlay with the City Lord as you predicted, Verhen challenged me to a duel.