Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3096

Chapter 3096 Kind of an Airhead (Part 2)

She had long copper-red hair held up in a chignon and even redder eyes lit from the undead energies coursing through her body.

She might have been considered a beautiful woman, if not for her cruel gaze and disgusted expression.

"Anything else, o King?" Her voice was devoid of respect.

"Magus Verhen, allow me to introduce you to Cyrra Morghon, Banshee and current High General of the Night Court." Erslan said. "As you can see, she's not happy having lost command to me but for some reason, no one trusts the Night Court.

"Not even the members of the Night Court themselves." He said with a mocking tone that matched hers. "As for you, idiots, what do you have to say for yourself? Why didn't you follow our instructions and come up with a plausible excuse before leaving your houses?"

"Because I never trusted you." Barham the Wyvern walked forward while stroking his silvery and golden beard.

In his human form, he looked like a man in his sixties with wheat blonde hair streaked silver from age. His yellow eyes with black slitted pupils tried and failed to scream "I'm a Dragon".

"I had no idea more Forgemasters would be involved so I used this little trick as insurance. Were you undead go back on your word, my offspring would know exactly who hired me and why."

"Uhm, I just didn't know you were going to hire other Forgemasters." Mage Adria/Phanil' the one they had been tracking, said.

The Awakened Forgemaster was a woman of striking beauty in her mid-thirties. She had long raven-black messy hair streaked silver, blue, and yellow all over.

"Making up lies is a bore and a chore because I have to remember them. I wasn't sure I would repeat the same excuse I used before leaving upon my return and I didn't want the hassle of making up details.

"I thought I would be enough for whatever job you had in mind, and my disciples know I'm kind of an airhead. I get sidetracked every time I meet someone interesting or find something tasty to eat.

"My apprentices know they don't have to worry about me unless I disappear for more than one month."

"Kind of an airhead?" Lith, Strider, and the two undead said in unison, making her blush in embarrassment.

Some Forgemasters tried to sound cold and calculative like Barham, but the truth was they were just like Adria. They found using so many precautions dumb and preferred going with the flow.

After spending centuries being pampered by the Awakened community while living in the safety of their labs, most successful Forgemasters rarely thought beyond their next commission.

"Did the Undead Courts mistreat or threaten you?" Strider asked.

"Are you kidding me?" Pharo Blackroot, a Redcap, said and the other Forgemasters nodded. "This has been a blast. Working with so many brilliant colleagues while not having to care one bit about the materials is a dream come true.

"Why doesn't your precious Council organize something like this, kid?"

"Because no one in their right mind would give you their treasures for the fun of it!" The Zouwu snarled.

The Tiamat's eyes scanned the background for clues about Orpal's location but aside from a rock wall behind him there was nothing visible. _{freewёbnoνel.com}