Marcell

Marcell city. Now this is what Daron would not mind calling a city. Unlike the cities of Bard and the other cities he visited throughout the journey, this was a true city. Bard was merely a slightly more reinforced village.

Marcell on the other hand was a large city. It had an incredibly wall almost 8 metres high, and had buildings that were at least 4 to 5 floors high towering above the wall of stone. Countless people were streaming in and out of the city like a river of humans, with separate entrances for carriages to reduce traffic. Marcell was easily 5 times the size of Bard, and might even start comparing to a certain extent to metropolis cities.

Thankfully, after checking that nothing dangerous like explosives was being carries and nothing was being smuggled, as well as checking the identities of everyone present, they were allowed to enter. It seemed like the wanted notice could not reach all the way here.

At this moment, in the sky above Marcell, a young figure stood shrouded in mystery and clouds. [1]

"Hehe, looks like they have stepped into my trap. Now, all that useless Advanced Knight has to do is prevent them from escaping, and my mission will be fulfilled. I will even get my hands on a draconian in the process!"

Just as he was saying that, Daron's group, who had just entered the city, were surrounded by nearly 50 troops who ran over to the square thy were at from 100 metres away. This group of soldiers even contained 3 Rank 6 Knights, 1 Rank 8 Knight as well as an Intermediate knight.

However, at this moment, a thunderous voice boomed across the sky.

"Max! Stop! Cancel the orders you have given and return immediately!"

"Master!" Max, the mysterious mage who were hovering in the sky, invisible to everyone except the advanced knight, turned around in shock and fear as he bowed.

"Master! But this was a mission you have given to me to retrieve that item!"

"Forget the item. It doesn't matter. Who told you to make such a ruckus while doing your job? Because of all the commotion, those Draconian old geezers got wind that you were hunting down one of their own. How could you do this?"

After the voice faded, a whisper landed in Max's ear.

"Come back for now. I am under pressure by those old geezers. Next time you wish to hunt a draconian, make sure to do it discretely. Make sure others are not involved, and most of all, make sure to never kill him."

With that, the voice vanished. Along with that, a message went to the advanced knight in charge of Marcell by that same voice to cancel all orders given by Max the mage.

Daron, who was prepared for a fight was shocked as he turned off the combat system and looked around at the retreating soldiers. He looked around some more to make sure there was not some super-powerful attack being launched at him that would have a large AoE which made the soldiers retreat. But nothing like that happened.

Naturally, Daron made Sirious playback what the voice had said earlier. Before, he was too focused on the battle to come that he ignored the voice, but now it seemed like the voice contained something important.

…

After going through the what the voice had said, Daron sighed in relief, with some excitement showing in his eyes.

'Magic, Draconian. Mages.'

Magic was the very reason why Daron wanted to leave Bard city, and also the very reason that Daron wished to become stronger, so that he could actually leave Bard city. And now that he was outside, he had already come into contact with 2 mages. Naturally, neither of these meetings were actual meetings, nor were they friendly in any way, shape or form. But he had heard the conversation between two mages, which made him that much closer to learning magic and controlling the world at his fingertips with powerful and elegant spells that he would throw around randomly with his clothed fluttering in the wind caused by the spells launching themselves!

Back to reality, Daron drove the carriage towards the teleportation array which was at the centre of Marcell, determined to leave this city and enter the capital of Pierre before any more accidents like those soldiers appearing out of nowhere happens once more.

[1] Yes, my language skills have gone so far beyond comprehension that I am now allowed to use figurative and literal phrases together. This is a benefit of reaching this level of language that normal people do not receive, just like how authors are given the privilege of stating a sentence with 'And' and 'But', while students cannot.