Deities: Starting From Goblins
/ Deities: Starting From Goblins Chapter 1305
Chapter 1305: Chapter 716: Magpie Bridge_2 Chapter 1305: Chapter 716: Magpie Bridge_2 “Lord, are you really planning to set up an array?” Timothy Daiziel asked cautiously, his voice trembling slightly, clearly worried about this decision, “I have a feeling this array isn't simple, and there are many dangers involved. Perhaps you should ponder it further, consider it more deeply!”
Instinctively, he wanted to persuade Logan to abandon this perilous thought, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted it. Logan's gaze had suddenly become piercingly sharp, as if it could penetrate one's soul, exerting an unprecedented pressure on him.
“Hm?” Logan hummed softly, though low in volume, it thundered in Timothy Daiziel's ears. His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a trace of displeasure, “Are you questioning my decision?”
Timothy Daiziel shuddered, quickly bowing his head, not daring to meet Logan's eyes. “No… not at all, Lord, I'm just concerned…” he stammered, his voice so faint it was almost inaudible.
“Concerned about what?” Logan interjected coldly, “I know what I'm doing and don't need your advice. You just need to do as I command, everything else is not your concern.”
Timothy Daiziel sighed helplessly, knowing that further persuasion was futile. Lord Logan's decisions had never been swayed by anyone. He could only nod silently, turning to leave.
“Remember, this matter needs to be handled promptly.” Logan's voice followed him, cold as ice, “I will not tolerate any delays.”
Timothy Daiziel quickened his pace, almost jogging to leave Logan's room. He thought to himself, “What changes will this array bring? Fortune or disaster, who can predict?” However, regardless of the outcome, he had to execute the order, for it was a command from Lord Logan, a destiny he could not resist.
In the deep and mysterious corridors of the City Lord's Mansion, the night was like ink, and only a few dim magic lamps emitted faint light, illuminating the path ahead. Timothy Daiziel, usually known for his wit and loyalty, now appeared somewhat anxious and uneasy. He had just left Lord Logan's room, Logan's cold and firm words still echoing in his heart.
“You needn't worry that the array will rebound on me. My strength is well known to all. Just bring me more Demonic Qi, and don't concern yourself with the rest!” Logan's voice was deep and forceful, each word seemed to be squeezed through clenched teeth, carrying an unquestionable authority. Standing before Logan, Timothy Daiziel was sweating profusely, almost suffocating with nervousness. He dared not look into Logan's eyes, and only listened silently, head bowed.
Logan's words brought an unprecedented pressure on him. He knew that no one could ever alter what Lord Logan decided upon. Moreover, the array Logan spoke of was a legendary Advanced Magic Array, said to gather and transform massive amounts of Spiritual Energy, but also fraught with unknown dangers. Timothy Daiziel thought to himself, “Can Lord Logan truly harness this array? What if…”
But he dared not continue that thought, for Logan had already interrupted him, “What are you still doing standing there? Get going now!”
Timothy Daiziel jerked his head up, catching Logan's icy stare, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly nodded, “Yes, Lord, I'm on it!” With that, he turned and left swiftly, as if afraid that lingering a second longer would freeze him with that chilling gaze.
After a long while, Timothy Daiziel returned, panting. In his hands, he carried a large Magic Bag filled with the Demonic Qi that Logan required. He entered Logan's room and placed the Magic Bag on the table, cautiously saying, “Lord, I have acquired the Demonic Qi, and the amount should suffice.”
Logan glanced at the bulging Magic Bag, a satisfied smile appearing on his face: “Very good, you've done well.” For Timothy Daiziel, these words were like warm sunshine in the cold of winter, instantly making him feel an unprecedented sense of relief.
“All right, you can step back now. If there's nothing else, I won't call you again!” Logan finished speaking, waved his hand, and gestured that Timothy Daiziel could leave.
Timothy Daiziel sighed in relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He bowed respectfully and said, “Thank you, my lord. Then I'll take my leave now. Should you have any other matters, please call for me again!” Having said this, he cast a lingering glance at Logan and turned to leave.
Logan didn't speak, merely withdrawing his gaze indifferently, continuing to focus on the magic books in front of him. However, just as Timothy Daiziel was about to step out of the room, Logan suddenly called out, “Timothy Daiziel.”
Timothy Daiziel's heart tightened, and he quickly halted his steps, turning to face Logan: “My lord, do you have any other orders?”
Logan remained silent for a moment, seemingly pondering something. Then, he spoke slowly, “You… from now on, just call me Logan, no need to be so formal. We may only be husband and wife in name, but there's no need to be so distant, is there?” After saying this, he revealed a playful smile.
Timothy Daiziel was startled, then quickly realized that Logan was joking with him. He couldn't help but smile as well: “Alright, Logan, then you shouldn't be so formal when addressing me either. Just call me Little Timothy.”
Logan nodded: “Okay, Little Timothy, off you go. I need to continue studying my magic.” Having finished speaking, he once again lowered his head, sinking into the world of magic. As for Timothy Daiziel, he left Logan's room with a sense of relaxation and pleasure. He knew that no matter what challenges or difficulties he might face in the future, as long as Logan was there, he would have the courage and drive to move forward.
In the bustling Magic Market, outside a shop that seemed ordinary yet exuded an extraordinary aura, the crowd was teeming, yet all uniformly kept a certain distance. Their gazes were unanimously fixed on the figure inside the shop–Logan, the legendary powerful mage.
The people surrounding him watched Logan with unrestrained eyes; their looks contained both reverence and curiosity as if Logan was a miracle from another world, compelling them to take a few more glances. They looked at each other, communicating their shock and confusion through their eyes, as if at this moment, language had become superfluous.
“Look, that's Lord Logan!” a young man whispered to his companion, his eyes sparkling with excitement, “I heard he has made another breakthrough recently, and his strength is even more unfathomable!”
“The lord is truly too strong,” another person chimed in, his voice trembling slightly, “I never imagined the lord would be so formidable, it's truly beyond my imagination. If the lord is indeed that strong, I think we need to reassess our positions. Perhaps our previous plans were too conservative!”
“What do you know?” a seemingly older mage snorted disdainfully, his gaze filled with boundless admiration for Logan, “Of course, the lord's strength is the mightiest, that's indisputable. If the lord wasn't that powerful, how could he possibly attract so much Demonic Qi, causing the entire market to be shaken by it?”
His words resonated with the surrounding crowd, who all nodded in agreement. Though they only dared to watch from a distance outside the shop, their respect and awe for Logan swelled like a surging tide.
“Yes, the lord's strength is indeed beyond our reach,” a young female mage said softly, her eyes alight with admiration, “I once had the honor of witnessing the lord casting magic, it was like a Heavenly God descending to earth, utterly awe-inspiring.”
“That's right, not only is the lord powerful, but he's also modest and humble,” another person added,
Chapter end
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