Earth's Greatest Magus

Even though he was surprised, Emery contained his emotions and showed a calm expression on his face as his mind began to work to figure out what this was all about.

From all the things he had observed and knew so far, there was quite a high chance that this summon was something good. After all, he wouldn’t be receiving an invitation if that was not the case.

Hence, still having the calm mask he wore, Emery nodded his head; accepting the invitation.

He left with the old grand magus after informing Annara of the matter, signaling to the worried red-haired girl that everything was fine.

As the two of them walked towards the magnificent palace where Silvermane Alpha King lived, the old magus who had been steadily walking in front of him suddenly spoke.

“I have actually never heard of the Valerious Clan. Tell me, young man. Which planet are you from?”

Fortunately, Emery had studied his fake identity properly, hence he was able to tell the old man about his ‘hometown’ in a calm manner, explaining about the planet in a solar system within the neutral territory without a hitch.

The old grand magus however seemed to not be satisfied by his answer as he threw another question. “Tell me about your lineage then”

Of course, Emery was also prepared to deal with that kind of question.

“Elder, I’m afraid I can’t answer your question. I’ve been an orphan for so long. I don’t know and have not had a chance to learn anything about my lineage.”

This time, there was no response from the old grand magus, prompting Emery to throw his gaze at the latter as he nonchalantly walked through the palace’s huge doorway. Quickly following the old man, Emery was greeted by the sight of a grand lobby that was lavishly and magnificently decorated.

He was startled when he saw that there were other people, eight of them ,already waiting in this place.

Sweeping his gaze, he quickly recognized all of them. They were all the young magus that had offered themselves as sacrifices before. Or rather, what had left of them as several few who were left gravely wounded by the previous brutal bouts were not present.

The old grand magus immediately left after escorting him to this lobby, and the group of wolves already present swiftly looked at him with much interest. Even the calm-looking Talbots’ Warhound named Zev couldn’t help but glance at him.

However, to Emery’s surprise, it was Freaki of the BoneCoyotes who he saw approaching him first. While sniffing at him in a taunting manner, the man spoke.

“The strength you displayed.. What rank are you? You are rank 6 aren’t you?”

It seemed that Emery’s plan to get noticed worked perfectly. However, now was not the time for him to spill too much about himself. So he chose not to say anything, remaining silent as his eyes scanned the coyote.

Seeing that Emery was not answering his question, Freaki scoffed before saying, “You dare to humiliate that proud Corvin, I hope you have the strength to back it up. He definitely will not let you go, he might not look much right now, but when he finally broke his bloodline through into Mythical Rank 7. You will be in much trouble then”

Despite the fact that Emery didn’t respond to anything he said, the thin-looking coyote kept on blabbering.

Apparently, most of them were proud of being a top Legendary bloodline Rank 5 or 6, as Rank 7 was a huge leap into the illustrious Mythical rank. Every half-blood descended from a prominent clan sought such an achievement, but even if they yearned for it in their entire life, they were all inevitably bound by the innate limit of their bloodline, of Rank 6.

This revelation made Emery finally understand as to why Lucius was so hell-bent in taking him into his own clan. After all, even though his bloodline was currently only at Rank 6, he had the potential of reaching Rank 8.

Freaki was surprised when Emery, who had been ignoring him, suddenly turned to him and interrupted his chatter by asking, “What about the Corvin elders? What rank are they all?” His question caught the attention of the others present.

“Hahaha, you are one crazy bastard aren’t you?” He said with a chuckle. Seeing no response from Emery, he shrugged his shoulders and said, “what rank are you really, to even dare ask such a question.”

Emery tried to avoid revealing his information, but this time the coyote was insistent on wanting an answer. Before the two of them could figure out what they wanted to know, their conversation was cut short by the arrival of the figure they had just been talking about.

Freaki had a wide smile on his face as he looked at the young man who seemed to be dragging his feet. On the other hand, the latter had an expression of hatred on his face as he glared at Emery.

“Lord Jason, I see you are still alive and well,” said the coyote in an exaggerated manner.

Unexpectedly, Jason ignored the blatant ridicule. In fact, he didn’t even try to approach Emery. He just stood in a corner on the opposite side, still with his glare, most likely thinking of ways to enact his revenge.

Everyone in the lobby suddenly turned silent when they sensed several powerful figures approaching their direction. Knowing that what brought them here was about to begin, Freaki returned to his place. But before doing that, he did not forget to whisper to Emery.

“To note, I really enjoyed your fight, and you should know that the bone coyotes always have room for people like you.”

As he watched the coyote leave, Emery inwardly smiled. The result was more than he hoped.

He certainly had made an enemy of the Corvin, at least the young one with his actions. But at the same time, he must have pleased the people who disliked the family, and with this he hoped that this Freaki was not the only one.