He really didn't expect Arathor to cause such a change just as the auction was about to end. William was so infuriated that his beard was trembling. However, Arathor was the castellan of Roland City, after all, and he couldn't really scold him to his face. He wanted to ignore this matter, but he had just sent a few Dark Age formulas to Lin Li a few days ago, and he was still hoping that Lin Li would be able to concoct them. Besides, he was the one who had invited Lin Li to the auction. If anything were to happen, Arathor would definitely be held responsible.
Regardless of whether he could persuade Lin Li or not, he still had to give it a try. William couldn't be bothered about the auction anymore, and hurriedly went to the VIP room on the second floor with Arathor. The people below the stage who were about to leave immediately recalled the powerful aura that had erupted upstairs when they saw the two of them going up the stairs to the second floor.
Although the people downstairs didn't see anything at that time, they had a rough idea of what had happened after connecting the two voices to the bidding. It was nothing more than a nouveau riche flaunting his wealth, and ended up flaunting his wealth to a Legendary powerhouse. They didn't know if he was going to end up in a tragedy or not.
How could the people who had long been filled with envy and jealousy miss the upcoming show? All of them craned their necks to look upstairs. Among the crowd, only Sienna looked at the excited people around him and cursed in disdain, Damn it, a bunch of ignorant people. What's so great about a Legendary powerhouse compared to Mage Felic? Previously, Mage Felic defeated a Legendary Lich and a Humerus Wyrm.
William went upstairs to persuade them, but the outcome was obvious. After a few sentences, he realized that it was useless no matter what he said. The two of them were determined to fight today.
William and Arathor looked at each other helplessly. They still had to do as Lin Li and Vidas requested. Arathor went to arrange the venue worriedly, while William announced the news of the battle to the crowd downstairs.
Contrary to William's and Arathor's worries, the people downstairs heard that there was going to be a good show to watch. Furthermore, it was a Legendary powerhouse teaching a nouveau riche a lesson. William and Arathor were praying that nothing would happen to Lin Li, but the people downstairs were hoping that the owner of the Tower of Dusk would be defeated by a Legendary powerhouse. That way, the success rate of them recruiting pharmacists would be greatly increased.
Arathor was the castellan of Roland City. It could be said that the entire Roland City belonged to him. It was very easy for him to arrange a venue for the duel. Considering that Vidas was a Legendary-mage, and Mage Felic seemed to be rather powerful, too, Arathor decided to set the venue for the battle in the Harvest Square.
The Harvest Square was located in the center of Roland City. If one were to look at it from the sky, the entire city would be spread out like a spider web. Although the Harvest Square was called a square, it was different from the usual open squares. At the same time, it was not a completely enclosed building like the Arena.
The area of the Harvest Square was about the size of 10 football fields, and there were 84 stone pillars that were as thick as two people's arms. They surrounded the square at the same distance. The stone pillars were all more than 10 meters tall, and each of them was engraved with complicated high-level mageweaths to prevent the buildings around the square from being damaged during the intense battle.
The square was oval in shape, and there were only four levels of spectator stands at the top of the two sides of the square. The other two sides were completely open, allowing people to see the opposite side at a glance. Hence, when not in use, the two sides of the square would be unobstructed. After activating the defensive mageweaths on the stone pillars, a powerful defensive force field would envelop the entire square.
The square that was built more than 1,000 years ago had always been used by people to worship the God of Fertility. Every harvest season, a series of sacrificial celebrations would be held there. Among all the celebrations, the most important and popular performance was the gladiatorial competition, which was meant to show people's spirit of fighting without fear of difficulties.
At first, the gladiatorial competition was just a kind of dance performance in sacrificial activities. Ugly beasts and demons symbolized various disasters. Under the leadership of heroes, humans rose up to resist and finally defeated the beasts and demons that symbolized disasters. However, people gradually became dissatisfied with this kind of dance performance. They began to use real beasts in the celebration, and the beasts were replaced with magical beasts. Then, gladiatorial competitions were introduced into the celebration.
The celebration of the Goddess of Fertility was the most solemn festival in Roland City every year, and the gladiatorial competition gradually became the highlight of the festival. At the beginning, only some prisoners on death row were used in the gladiatorial competition, and those who survived would only be exempted from the death penalty. However, people were soon surprised to find out that the final winner of the gladiatorial competition would not only get a pardon, but also a huge amount of fame and fortune that ordinary people could not imagine. Hence, gladiators became a profession, and the prisoners on death row lost a chance to change their fate. The gladiatorial arena became a famous place, and the final winner of the gladiatorial competition would not only get a huge sum of money, but also invitations from various forces.
Although Arathor knew that there was an elven Legendary-mage Vidas in the battle, and that Mage Felic was not weak, he was still very confident in the defensive mageweaths of the square. The Harvest Square was not just a place used for folk celebrations, nor was the gladiatorial competition just cruel entertainment for ordinary people. At least in the past 1,000 years of history, there had been many Legendary powerhouses or people who were close to the Legendary-realm who had resolved their conflicts in the square.
The defensive mageweaths on the stone pillars around the Harvest Square had already been activated, and the originally ugly stone pillars were now covered in a faint blue halo. The stone pillars were connected by an almost imperceptible layer of light that blocked the spectator stands at both ends of the square. The entire square was completely shrouded by the defensive mageweath.
There were many people who participated in the auction, and all of them followed Arathor to the Harvest Square. Although pharmacists had a high social status in this world, and people did not dare to provoke them easily, it did not mean that no one was jealous of the status that pharmacists had. When I have to bow to someone, it doesn't stop me from wanting to see someone else slap my face. Humans had such a mentality. Seeing someone else do something that they didn't dare to do or couldn't do was also a very happy thing.
Ever since they found out that the Tower of Dusk had obtained a high-level pharmacist, everyone in the Breezy Plains would be full of envy and jealousy at the mention of the Tower of Dusk. In particular, after seeing the sky-high prices of the potions being auctioned today, the group of people were simply burning with jealousy, and wishing they could strangle Lin Li.
Putting aside the fact that the potion that was auctioned for 10,000,000 gold coins, the Origin Potion concocted by Master Wilkinson was definitely worth the price of 3,000,000 gold coins. Coupled with the potions that were auctioned in batches previously, the huge amount of wealth that the Tower of Dusk had earned from the products of the high-level pharmacists was enough to make many of the people present go crazy with jealousy.
Why do these high-level pharmacists only serve the Tower of Dusk? We've given plenty of gifts and conditions, but no one has been able to successfully recruit the pharmacists. Even the intermediate pharmacists have turned down our invitations without any hesitation. Because of this, all the forces that were involved in this matter were filled with resentment.
In particular, Lin Li spent 15,000,000 gold coins just to buy a branch that seemed inconspicuous in the eyes of others. In the eyes of those people, this kind of behavior that didn't treat money as money was simply arrogant to the extreme. All of them had been hoping for someone to teach this arrogant guy a lesson for everyone.
The Harvest Square was used for celebrations. Although the Elven Theater was filled to the brim with nearly 2,000 people, they only took up a small space in the stands. However, the other seats were not empty, either. Some people had already seen the activation of the defensive mageweaths in the Harvest Square, and knew that there would be a good show to watch. Soon, both sides of the stands were filled.
According to Arathor's instructions, a large number of magical crystals were continuously added to the energy core of the mageweath, increasing the magical energy of the defensive mageweath to the maximum limit that it could withstand. Although Arathor was worried, he had no other choice. He could only hope that Lin Li had the ability to protect himself. Since he insisted on participating in this battle, he shouldn't be suicidal.
Resignation. That was how Arathor and Varian felt now. It was because they knew very well that even if it was a fair and open battle with so many witnesses, the Supreme Council or any other supporters behind Mage Felic would not care about the fairness of the battle if anything were to happen to Mage Felic if he were to get into an accident.
In fact, in the hearts of Arathor and William, or rather, in the hearts of almost everyone present, they had already determined that the outcome of this bet would definitely end with the arrogant nouveau riche being defeated or even killed.
He was only 20 years old, and even if he was extremely talented in magic, how could he compare to the legendary Geresco!? Who was Geresco? He was the publicly acknowledged God of Mages, and his talent and attainments in magic were incomparable to anyone else. They would never believe that there was anyone in Anril who could reach Geresco's level, or even get close to him.
The defensive force field that enveloped the square became more and more solid and transparent under the infusion of powerful energy. It was as if a transparent crystal cover had been added to the square. Lin Li and Vidas were already standing in the middle of the square, and were about 100 meters away from each other.
The knowledgeable people in the spectator stands also discovered that the energy field of the defensive mageweath had been activated to the extreme by Arathor. They couldn't help but feel bewildered. Maintaining such a defensive force field required a huge amount of energy at every moment. Level-10 mana crystals would be sucked clean in the blink of an eye, leaving nothing behind. Only level-15 and above mana crystals would be able to support it for a while.
Many people felt that Arathor was making a mountain out of a molehill. Such a defensive force field would probably be able to withstand the bombardment of a Legendary powerhouse. However, the problem was, was it necessary? Although everyone knew that the mage who was going to help them vent their anger was definitely a powerful Legendary-mage, how much power could he exert against a weak opponent? In the face of a Legendary-mage, even an Archmage who had reached the peak would not be able to retaliate at all.
If they were just there to watch a gladiatorial battle, the people in the spectator stands wouldn't be interested in staying there at all, because in their opinion, there wouldn't be any suspense at all. In order to have an exciting gladiatorial battle, the most basic condition was for the gladiators on both sides to be of similar strength. Otherwise, there wouldn't be any excitement if the gladiators were to be killed instantly.
Hutton from the Malfa Family and Stephen from the Dark Blade were widely recognized as magical geniuses in the Breezy Plains. Both of them had reached the level of an Archmage in their twenties. They were already considered to be at the peak of the so-called magical geniuses that people could accept. However, no one could be sure when they would reach the Legendary-realm, and it depended more on their comprehension and luck.
Hence, in everyone's opinion, even if Mage Felic from the Tower of Dusk was really a magical genius, he would at most be a level-15 or level-16 Archmage. After the battle officially began, the Legendary-mage would probably only need to cast a spell to kill the arrogant nouveau riche in an instant. In that case, wouldn't all the magical crystals that Castellan Arathor had spent to support such a defensive force field be in vain?
While the defensive force field was constantly being charged with energy, in order to make this battle without any suspense more fun for themselves, a group of people in the spectator stands even started to bet on how long this battle would take to end. However, even then, everyone still felt bored, because almost everyone thought that it would end with an instant kill.
What was Arathor doing with this troublesome matter? What a waste of everyone's time. There was no need to activate the defensive mageweath at all, and it was almost certain that Felic wouldn't even have a chance to attack. Many people were complaining about the boredom of waiting, and were puzzled by Arathor's caution.
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