"Supreme Magus Verhen!" A plump middle-aged man with a receding hairline jumped from his seat and ran to Lith. "The gods have answered our prayers. Thank you for coming here after receiving our plea for help."
"What plea?" Lith replied in confusion.
"You didn't receive it?" The village head was even more confused. "That's why that whoreson of Tarkith has yet to return! I bet he's spending the communication fee on beer and whores!"
"Village head, I'm Supreme Magus Lith Verhen and these are my friends." Lith waved at his companions and gave the man a slight nod. "Also, sending a message costs nothing unless you bribe one of the Mage Association's clerks.
"Yet no matter how much you pay, no one would disturb me or any powerful mage unless the Association is directly involved."
"That lying bastard!" The expression of the man went from confused to livid and then to ashamed as he finally remembered who he was talking to. "I mean, I'm Bor from Gabash. At your and your friends' service."
He bowed so deeply that his head would have touched the ground if not for his bulging belly stopping him.
"I had tasked a man I considered trustworthy to ask the Kingdom for help against the invasion." He pointed at the Awakened crowding the village plaza. "Tarkith always said he needed money for the communication fee and I trusted him because officials always answered our calls when we sent him."
"The officials answered because it's their job." Lith sighed. "There is no communication fee. The Kingdom always intervenes during a crisis. That's why you pay taxes."
The more Lith talked, the more Bor felt like a gullible idiot.
"Can you please send them away?" He pointed at the crowd again.
"Why? Have they interfered with your business or harmed your citizens?" Lith asked, already knowing the answer.
"No." The village head stared at the ground. "They always pay their bills and mind their own business. We had a couple of accidents but-"
"We were the victims and have proof of it." A tall wiry man with a bright blue aura showed the recording of five burly men attacking him with the flimsiest of excuses. "We record all our interactions with these ignorant fools exactly to avoid false allegations.
"We want no trouble, Magus Verhen."
"Your actions beg to differ." Lith replied with a stern gaze.
"Are you claiming that I tampered with the images?" The tall man asked with ill-concealed anger.
Yet as a bright blue core, he knew he could do nothing against someone as powerful as a Council Elder, no matter their age difference.
"No, I'm claiming you have spent too much time on books and too little in the real world." Lith shook his head. "You are a guest here and have just insulted these people. Rule number one: never mess with those who make your food.
"In your shoes, I wouldn't eat anything I haven't seen prepared with my own eyes."
The tall man swallowed hard, reading the hostility in the eyes of the villagers and the hilarity in those of his fellow Awakened.
"I apologize for my rudeness." He gave a small bow that received snorts and scoffs in reply.
"As for you, Bor, I'm sorry, but your guests have broken no law. The Kingdom is a free country and these people stand on public ground." Lith said. "If there's anything else I can do for you, feel free to ask."
"I know Jik and the others were in the wrong, but they got messed up real bad." The village head scratched his head in embarrassment. "We need their help for the harvest and the healer said it might take them months to recover."
"Say no more." Lith raised his hand. "I'll heal everyone."
"Thank you, Supreme-" Bor bit his tongue as the realization dawned on his brain. "Everyone?"
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