Supreme Magus novel Chapter 563

Everything about his appearance spoke of order and control. He was wearing a perfectly ironed black suit that didn’t show a single wrinkle despite having been used for half day.

Not a single hair on his head was out of place, every one of his movements was slow and calculated. His stern expression was reinforced by his gold-rimmed glasses which made his calculative gaze look cruel rather than wise.

"Your guild is doing an excellent job, I don’t see why I should welcome this man into my home. I’m sure there are plenty of free rooms in the city’s hotels and that he can afford to pay for his meals." Krame only spoke to Friya, ignoring everyone else.

’Wow, this guy is as stingy as you are.’ Solus thought. Both her and Lith were surprised at being treated like that. It was the second time in a single day that someone had looked down on him.

"Your Lordship, Lord Verhen is an excellent Healer and the Ranger in charge of the Kellar region. I’m sure you realize that his presence can be of great help. The snowstorm could isolate the city, if not even your mansion, for days." Friya said.

"You are an excellent Healer, Lady Ernas. Why would I need two? Besides, I doubt he can be of any use. No truly talented and sane man would ever work as a civil servant. It still has the word ’servant’ in it and proves a lack of ambition."

"What about my mother and my father, then?" Friya hated to use her parents’ names. The whole point of leading a mercenary guild was building her career outside of her family. Yet the ’sane’ part prevented her from using Manohar as a model.

"Please." The Viscount scoffed at her naïve attempt of manipulation.

"Your mother chose a noble career that allows her to uphold and influence the law. She protects us from the scum of the earth. Your father’s talent is bottomless. He is an Arch Duke, a warrior, a Forgemaster, and a leader of the Knight Guard.

"This man, instead, took the job of a watchdog with no further career path. Rangers usually drop out of the army or drop dead. He’s barely more than a vagrant with a hundred masters, and as soon as the winter lockdown ends, I’ll be one of them. Now please get out of my office. I have work to do."

"What a dick. I’m sorry, Lith." Friya said after they left the Viscount’s office.

"Follow me, I’ll show you your accommodations."

"Didn’t he just say that I’m not welcome?"

"Yeah, but he never said no either. I know the type, if I take you in as my guest, he’ll never dare to complain to my face. You’ve changed a lot, you know? The old Lith would have glared at Krame until he pissed his pants." Friya looked at him with curiosity.

"That’s unfair. If I killed every single noble that treated me rudely, I’d have been called the new Balkor for years by now. I don’t care what Krame says. He’s just an irrelevant road bump on my path." Lith replied.

"I wouldn’t be so sure. He’s using the events caused by the Church of the Six to get Count Cestor removed and become the next city Lord. He’s likely to succeed if you ask me."

"What events? The Griever is not a plague and a few nutjobs aren’t enough to dispose of a loyal servant of the Crown."

"You would be right, if Cestor was competent. Ever since he joined the Church of the Six, those fanatics have harassed every mage of the city. They say that magic is an insult to the gods and all that crap." Friya said.

"What? That’s enough to outlaw such a religion. Harming mages is a serious crime. Why has no one contacted the army or the mage association about this?"

"Because the city is split into two factions. One follows the Church’s dogmas and wants to kick mages out of the city. The other one is collecting evidence to get rid of their opponents and seize their properties.

"Neither faction wants to involve the army, it would ruin their plans." Friya said.