Hearing Rory's provocation, as the pentagrams of this masked fellow appeared, Commander Hogan clenched his fists in anger at the audacity of this petty criminal.
"You little shit! If you prefer the hard way, prepare to die!" Christopher roared, his aura becoming even more powerful as his three pentagrams, one red, one orange, and one yellow, emerged from his body.
"Shit! Are they really going to fight?" Commented one of the many Acolytes nearby as more than 50 people took steps back.
Though many were interested in the show and the possibilities it offered, almost no one wanted to get involved in the first moment of confrontation, usually the most dangerous moment for weaker magicians.
As many Acolytes retreated, the Mazzanti family's soldiers moved their forces while the surrounding enemies also mobilized.
Viscount Symons didn't hesitate to display his pentagrams immediately after Commander Hogan's without revealing his magical form to the surrounding people, as his special powers were internal to his body.
Like Layla, who had super speed as her special power, Viscount Symons had the power of super strength.
Magical forms like Layla's and Viscount Symons' did not give them external powers that could affect their surroundings. Only through spells could they do that.
But with their pentagrams, they couldn't use long-range special attacks or even use powers that were unbelievable to watch.
But that didn't mean their powers were easy!
Layla could even outrun a Mage if she wanted to, even considering her 2nd-stage magic realm. As for Viscount Symons, as long as he could land a blow, he could hurt even Sovereigns!
That was part of what their incredible power could do for them!
So when the Viscount moved his mana, no one around him saw anything special. But those who knew him frowned because they knew how dangerous he was.
He was only a Low-level Mage, but he could kill practically anyone in the vicinity with a single blow!
Not only did his physical strength generate offensive power, but his skin, bones, muscles, and practically everything else on his body were much tougher than people without his special power.
Consequently, for someone to seriously injure him, they would have to be at least a High-level Mage!
Shit!" Benson realized the problem and moved too, appearing at the side of Rory's group almost simultaneously as the owner of Botanica Magica, Abel.
Rory looked at the two men, whom he hadn't expected to see that day, and didn't move against them.
Meanwhile, the Mages activating their powers in the surrounding area looked at the two men strangely, seeing that the day's battle would not be easy.
"Benson..." Henry muttered as he saw his rival standing next to a family of criminals, something he hadn't expected.
"Benson, Abel, what are you doing?" The Viscount didn't like this move either.
Although these two were not born warriors, they had considerable powers. In Benson's case, he had impressive strength, and his magical form, the Flame Hammer, was not to be underestimated.
On the other hand, Abel could fight with his magical form, Bronze Cauldron, even though it was a tool specifically designed for alchemy.
"Your Grace, I can't allow you to continue. I don't know what's going on, but my disciple is the one absorbing the pentagram generated by the 3rd-grade herb. So please wait until he's finished, or else I'll have to disrespect you." The old man said as his pentagrams formed in the air, and a 2-meter-high cauldron with a larger radius of 80 centimeters formed in front of him.
"As for me, I have my own interests. I hope to get some tips from you today, Your Grace!" Benson said as he pointed his flaming hammer at the Viscount, seeing other local Mages standing around, undecided on which side to take.
The current 3rd-stage poison master of this city saw the confrontation brewing and pondered. 'With these two old men on the side of the Mazzanti family, their chances are not zero. But while victory for the Mazzanti family might be in the interest of us non-warriors, the same cannot be said for victory for the Viscount's group.'
The white-haired, middle-aged woman looked away from the Viscount and Commander Hogan. 'If they win, this herb won't help us. But if we stand up to them, as much as our chances of fighting them later are better in this hypothesis, our chances of being persecuted in the future would also be greater.'
Insulting a member of the army and the Viscount would be extremely risky for anyone there. After all, they couldn't kill those two men even if they had the power to do so.
No matter how much what those two did was against the rules, killing nobles or soldiers of the kingdom was a serious crime!
If they couldn't eliminate those two, the Viscount and Commander Hogan would surely come after them in the future!
'I'd better leave. I won't gain anything here!' This 3rd-stage woman, the only one in this town, moved in the opposite direction of the confrontation, acting in the same way as the other two Mages there.
They wanted the 3rd stage herb, but if they allied themselves with the Mazzanti family or the Viscount's group, they would get into trouble either way. If they stayed with the Viscount, Cesar would come after them when he returned from wherever he was. If they sided with Rory, they'd be in trouble with a Viscount and a member of the army.
Staying out of that confrontation seemed best to some of them, despite their interest in the 3rd-stage herb.
"Let's go back." Old Benson's rival said, looking into the man's eyes.
"But Master..." Lukas' master hesitated, aware of the value of the Mazzanti family's herb.
"There will be an auction soon. Let's focus these powers on that event. We don't have much to gain here today." Henry said before hurrying off.
As everyone took their positions for the fight to come, shots rang out from the side of the Mazzanti estate, kicking off the confrontation for 3rd-stage weed!
Benson was one of the first Mages to move, acting alongside the basilisk with the Viscount in his sights. Meanwhile, Rory would soon join Liam's master in the battle against Commander Hogan!
