Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

She rapidly spotted the place where the toxin was emitted, and for one moment she was about to move, go there, and kill this source of foulness.

However, just as she was glancing over the camps of guilds and clans there, she noticed their sickened mages, and surprisingly all of them were now taking potions similar to the one Arthur was making.

She hesitated, before she decided to wait and observe more. She felt that Arthur had something in mind, a plan that he was making against the big clans and guilds.

This attitude gave some insights about him, however the most disturbing part was this toxin related to the dark side.

"Didn't Cesile say she met him more than once before she decided to extend her invitation to him?" she thought out loud, before deciding to send a bird's wing to Cesile, asking her about this strange toxin.

As for Arthur, he was totally immersed in making potions with speed greater than before. He knew he had limited time, and he was quite positive these clans and guilds would seek out for him soon after the contest started.

Though he wanted to make them all suffer, he didn't intend to make it at the beginning. At least he would let them clash together first, then he would make an auction later on, before he stopped providing his potions to his main enemies, and focus more on those who were wise enough to be friends with him.

He also was wondering what that arrogant leader of the Nystic clan was doing right now. that leader didn't have any way to contact him, and he was sure the news of his deal with other clans and guilds would spread to reach his ears.

Arthur just evilly chuckled, as he imagined the funny furious face of that leader, and his storm of rage when he heard the news. Arthur then continued to focus on making potions, while stealing a glance from time to time to check over his surroundings, making sure these hidden mages weren't doing anything funny.

The darkness deepened in, as hours passed like water sipping from his fingers. When dawn appeared, he had made quite a large amount of potions, exceeding one hundred thousand bottles, making his grin very big, nearly from ear to ear.

At this moment, a bird's wing kicked in, coming from Amelia, informing him that the last batch of mages are now about to take their test.

He hurriedly collected everything, while moving fast, hurrying back to the test grounds.

However, just as he marched for a quarter of an hour, a group of mages cut off his route, with bad intentions appearing wildly over their faces.

The light of the morning was about to shine and cover the whole world, however Arthur didn't need any light to know how many mages there were, as over one hundred mages surrounded him, making the road to the academy gate blocked.

"May I ask what are you doing, fellow mages?" he asked, simply and casually like he wasn't greatly outnumbered.

"Don't play tricks with us, you either go back, leave this place safely, or we will make sure you won't see the walls of the academy ever again."

One of the mages shouted with his harsh voice, making Arthur recognize his age; he was an old mage, probably in the mid-thirtieth.

"What if I don't choose any of those?" Arthur smirked, as the next moment he took out his sword, the one he won from Tenshi, and vanished the next moment.

It was a long time already since he used his leg technique, and when he did, he was surprised by the great boost in speed he had due to the changes his body enjoyed.

His sudden move startled the mages, as they thought he would negotiate with them, or try to run, call for help, and try to stall for time until his reinforcements arrived.

They already made sure to dispatch many mages surrounding the area in front of the academy. They thought he would send for his team, but never imagined he would directly attack them.

The next moment he appeared just beside that mage who spoke to him, in the middle of a group of twenty mages.

"Hi hi!" he just sneered and said this greeting while his sword fell towards that middle aged mage, deeply inserted into his body.

"Do you think this fable attack would work on me?!" the mage smirked back, as he thought he was secured from any harm, but just this simple wound.

However the next moment his face changed, dramatically showing a fearful look, before he lost all his strength, fell on the ground, and lost his life, simply like that.

The mages standing around the two of them were frightened, never knew what just happened, and Arthur wasn't polite enough to explain things to them. He hurriedly went to attack others, with each sword wave of his blood thirty swords leaving a single corpse behind.

The mages woke up late, enough after he killed fifteen mages of them. as they eyed him with extreme rage, shouting and cursing him and his family and clan, and threatening him with the names of their guilds and clans, they started to move.

Arthur noted down in his mind the names of five big clans and two guilds, adding them to his black list, intending to start changing his policy in providing potions to these clans first.

The attacks came swiftly from all these experienced mages, as half changed already to their monster form, while the other half summoned their pets, unsheathed their weapons, and the shades of their inner demons started to take shape behind their backs.

Arthur welcomed all these with a simple wave of hand, as a huge scorpion queen suddenly appeared, with a roar of her that silenced every other monster here.

The highest grade monster here was simply a five horned monster, just as the scorpion queen level at the beginning, before evolving.