Supreme Magus novel Chapter 972

Chapter 972 The Baron’s Hospitality Part 2

The Baron had no idea why everyone suddenly looked so sad, so he attempted to cheer them up.

"Now that we’re done with the formalities, I hope you’re hungry because I made the cooks..."

"Chefs!" Mirias whined, correcting her husband.

"...prepare us a gruel..."

"A breakfast! Good gods, admit it. You’re doing it on purpose!" The Baroness said, incapable of enduring that torture any longer.

"...worthy of the Royals, but with larger servings. Unlike them, we all have a real job and don’t spend our days sitting on our asses and spewing orders. We need meat on our bones, right dear?"

"I want a divorce!" That was all she managed to say before the Baron took her into his arms and gave her a passionate kiss.

"Gods, my wife is a real Dragon. The angrier she gets, the hotter she becomes. She is still as gorgeous as the day I fell in love with her." He said, making every one of those present blush.

"Please, follow me." The Baroness didn’t have the strength to fight anymore and was resigned to bear whatever calamity her idiotic, yet beloved husband would make befall their household. "We’ve prepared stagecoaches that will lead us to our mansion.

"Jambel is no Othre nor Derios, but reaching its uptown from the city gates it’s still quite a trip. Especially for someone with small children."

"Thanks for your concern, Baroness, but it won’t be necessary. I have fond memories of your house and no one in my family likes moving by horse." Lith’s two statements seemed unrelated until he performed a short chant that opened a Warp Steps leading directly in front of their destination.

The citizens of Jambel gasped in amazement. Many of them had only heard about the existence of dimensional magic and considered it almost a myth.

"Do you mind if I go first?" Baroness Mirias asked, clenching her husband’s hand so hard due to her fear of the unknown magic that she made him bleed with her long, manicured nails.

The Baron didn’t even flinch, he just caressed her hand with his thumb to reassure her.

"Not at all." Lith made her way and Mirias stepped through the dimensional door with the same relaxed attitude of a gladiator sent to their death.

Yet one step was all it took her to reach her house safe and sound.

The Baron’s Mansion was a two-story manor, something normally one would expect to be a house fit for a merchant, not a city lord.

Each floor was barely as big as the Ernas’ Ballroom. Only brickwork and a small garden separated the Mansion from the surrounding houses, and there was none more luxurious.

"What the..." Mirias’s fear was replaced by awe.

She had been afraid of experiencing discomfort, of the Steps leaving her stranded in the middle of the Blood Desert, or of some monster coming out of it. Still unable to believe it could be that simple, the Baroness knocked at her own door.

The front door opened and the loyal family butler, Jarnes, welcomed her home. The hallway was about 20 square meters (215 square feet), with walls and floor covered by white painted wood.