The Transmigrated Novelist

There was another problem cropping out for him, as a scrawny and spiked mustached man was heading a small army of soldiers running towards the caravan.

The guy's face contained a clear expression of displeasure and a bit of anger, that he was trying his best to hide, but that there were still remaining signs of it.

He was leading and rushing the small army towards the caravan as if their lives depended on it, but the soldiers didn't seem to actually obey him much.

Still, since their commander was following his lead, even the soldiers couldn't actually back out of it, so they still had to follow him.

For that reason, there was some distance between them, which made the scrawny and spiked mustache guy just clench and crack his teeth in anger.

But that didn't matter for long, as they soon were in front of Alma and Roy's caravan. The moment they set sight upon it, the scrawny guy accelerated to arrive faster.

Since the whole caravan was in a highly tensed state at the moment, the soldiers upfront thought of the upcoming soldiers as disguised bandits, as this wasn't the first time it happened.

So, the guy on the lead immediately increased his awareness and screamed,

"Stop immediately, otherwise you will be treated and attacked as bandits!"

The soldiers behind seemed to understand the words of the guy up front and together with the commander they lowered their speed, but the scrawny guy run even faster.

He wouldn't allow such a lowly soldier to actually dictate him what to do, so he continued his path as he screamed,

"I am the Vice Guild Master of the Sparrow Merchant Guild, open…"

But before he could finish his words, he saw the soldier upfront actually increase his weapon towards him, as the two guys by his side sent two Magic Spells towards him.

One of them was the Earth Dislocation, or to be more specific it was a slippery magic spell that not only made the ground smoother, but it also disturbed its normality.

The second spell was a Directed Wind spell, that would change the direction and increase the strength of the wind towards a specific direction, that in this case was the scrawny man.

The two Magic Spells weren't meant to kill him, but only to disrupt his movement, and forcefully stop him on his tracks.

After all, such level magic spells could only be critical and lethal if there was a large amount of Magic Power fuelling them up, but in this case that was missing.

As the vice master of a merchant guild, it was more than obvious that the scrawny guy wasn't just some normal figure and that he must be a strong Warrior or Mage.

In this world, intelligence, connections, and relations could bring people up the ladder only up to some point. If they wanted to surpass that point they needed the necessary strength for it.

And the position of a vice master of a merchant guild was something really up that ladder. So, the scrawny guy was bound to be a strong master.

The two spells sent his way were never going to work on him, but certainly worked on his carrying beast, the Rank 2 Horse Flame.

Suffering the consequences of the two spells the scrawny guy seemed to have gotten even more furious and enraged, as he started screaming,

"How dare you, lowlife! I will make sure that you get punished!

Or could it be that you are bandits who have kidnaped the Young Lady and her caravan and are trying to enter the city to ask for a reward!?"

The more he continued to speak the more he seemed to go off track and add accusations upon the poor soldiers that were only following orders and taking precautionary measures for their lives.

As they were unable to bear with the words of the guy anymore, the blue-haired beauty Alma got out of the carriage and walked towards them from behind, calling to the scrawny guy,

"Vice Master Brandon, calm yourself down! The soldiers were only trying to do their job after all the experiences we went through on our way here!"

The Vice Master stopped talking cr*ap all of a sudden, as he turned towards Alma with the remaining dissatisfaction on his face, and started talking to her,

"Young Lady it's a great pleasure to see you return well and successful from your mission. Your esteemed father the Guild Master has been really worried and preoccupied about your health!

Quickly follow me and let us go and meet him!"

The look on his face seemed to change with his words, as the more he talked the more did he look like he was trying to bootlick the blue-haired beauty in front of him.

On the other hand, Alma didn't seem to get much surprised, or enthusiastic towards his words and his bootlicking.

She just turned towards Roy who was by her side, and asked,

"What do you say, hubby?"

It was at that moment that the scrawny guy seemed to have accepted Roy's existence and presence, as he turned to have a second look at him.

There was clear curiosity, surprise, and startling at first, that slowly derogated to disappointment, anger, and despise.

No matter how long he looked at Roy there didn't seem to be any kind of special quality about him. Besides his good looks, everything else looked normal.

Even the pressure and aura he gave off to the surroundings was nothing more than that pertaining to a normal young Warrior of Rank 3 at best.

In fact, for a man of the age he was showing to have that kind of strength was certainly more than surprising, but the scrawny guy didn't think that Roy was showing his true age.

He thought that Roy was using some kind of potion or Magic Spell in order to actually change his looks and show himself younger.

He thought that most probably Roy had used his tricks to actually trap Alma into accepting him into her husband, which would have been clearly impossible had he known about her eyes.

On the other hand, Roy didn't seem to care much about the way that this idiot looked at him, and he just looked Alma deep into her eyes saying,

"Don't you think that these games are totally useless? We should just kill him, and take his head to your father, right?

After all, colluding with the bandits in order to rob away an extremely precious cargo is more than enough of a reason to take care of him don't you think?"

"Hubby, you shouldn't be saying those words out loud. Even though what you say is right, he still hasn't acted, and it's not like the soldiers would keep their mouth shut don't you think?"

"Huh!? Oh yes, that is right, but do you think that they will be able to not act for long? We are so close to our destination, so if they wish to get their hands on the cargo, they have to act soon!

How about we bet on the time? I say that we will be attacked in the next 30 seconds! I am willing to bet one night with you!"

"Aren't you the only one winning in both cases? But I can bet with you!"

"How am I the only one winning, do you think that I don't know just how strongly you desire me as well?"

"You…"

But she couldn't continue her words, as the next instant, a sharp small ax was thrown towards her head, with the intention of breaking through right between her eyes.

Roy moved like a ghost as he appeared behind her, with a sword appearing on his hand out of nowhere, and then parrying the small ax away.

The two of them until that point seemed to have been lost in their small world, completely ignoring the scrawny guy and the rest of the soldiers in front of them.

While in actual fact they had been concentrating on looking at whatever happened around them and keeping tabs on everyone.

The sudden attack was in both of their expectations, so Roy had been prepared about it for quite some time.

It was impossible for the perpetrator behind all these attacks to actually not make the last stand before they entered Badona City.

The only surprise was that besides the merchant guilds vice master, there seemed to be even some high-ranked commander or knight in Earl Clark's manor that was mixed in this.

Still, neither of them actually feared the strength of the people in front of them, as they heard that scrawny guy ramble,

"Alma you little bi*tch why don't you just die and get over with this? Your pathetic life is worth living, you should just give up.

You are just like that sl*ut you had for a mother, putting your nose where you shouldn't! Don't worry though, you are going to soon join her in that world, so you better be thankful!"

At first, Alma hadn't bothered much with this guy, she had thought of him as only some kind of useless tool that was being sent here to die and take the blame by others.

Who would have expected him to make such a remark that involved her mother's death? Since the possibility of him possessing necessary information for her was high, his value increased.

Immediately the air around her started to change, as the environment got suddenly colder and wetter.

Her Magic attributes were water and ice, which were quite compatible with each other, which made her strength as a Peak Rank 3 double Water-Ice Mage comparable to a mid-Rank 4 one…