Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe

The night sky over Ravenfell was clear, with stars twinkling like scattered gemstones among the backdrop of countless ravens that flew about.

Viva Opera House was illuminated by the soft glow of the street lights. It stood majestically, its gothic spires and stained glass windows casting intricate patterns on the cobblestoned streets.

The grand double doors of the opera house swung open, revealing the luxurious interior lit up by crystal chandeliers.

Noblewomen wore elegant gowns made of silk and velvet as they stepped out of the opera house. The colors that these women from the upper class chose to wear were mostly inclined toward the darker shades.

Meanwhile, noblemen wore impeccable tailored suits and cloaks or capes on top. Some of these cloaks had insignias of their noble houses, while others had the emblem of a raven.

The people who could afford to spend their recreational time at this opulent opera house were all people from affluent backgrounds.

Amidst the crowd, Adam and John stepped out, both wearing the gray cloaks of Saratoga Castle over their magus robes.

Adam opened his mouth wide and yawned lazily. Seeing this, John was filled with disbelief. ”I can’t believe you slept through the whole play. Do you even know how glorious the ending was? How could you miss out on it?!”

”Ah?” Adam cracked his neck slightly, relieving the discomfort from sleeping for the past few hours in a bad posture.

”Wasn’t the character whom everyone thought to be the bad guy, turn out to be the savior?” Adam asked in a bored manner.

John was flabergasted. ”It’s not the story, but the performance! You missed out on the performance of those great actors.”

Adam waved his hand nonchalantly. ”These dramas and musicals are not really my thing.”

”Haa…” John couldn’t help but sigh as he shook his head. ”Don’t let your prejudice stop you from enjoying the finer things in life.”

Finer things in life? Heh, what a waste of money. Adam rolled his eyes, thinking to himself in amusement.

The sound of laughter and animated conversations filled the air as the nobles discussed the evening’s performance.

Compliments and criticisms were exchanged along with plans to meet up for the next social gathering. The popular pastimes of these affluent nobles were quite lavish, to say the least.

Horse-drawn carriages lined the street in front of the Viva Opera House. When the nobles passed by Adam and John, they first glanced at the emblem on their crest and only then greeted them politely before hopping onto their respective carriages.

Seeing such a scene, Adam couldn’t help but scoff in disdain. He truly disliked such people.

The pair stood before a carriage that was emblazoned with the crest of the Rodriguez Family.

John hailed from an aristocratic family in the city, however, unlike most nobles, he was very down to earth. It was one of the reasons why Adam got along with him in the first place.

”Me and a few of my friends are going to have a gambling night. Do you wish to join us?” Asked John before he stepped foot inside the carriage.

”No thanks, I don’t like gambling.” Adam shook his head.

He loved money way too much to part with it over a game.

”Come on, it will be fun!” John insisted. His smile turned a little lecherous and he whispered, ”There’s going to be lots of pretty women. Man, I tell you, these noblewomen, they appear innocent and sophisticated on the outside, but they’re crazy in bed!”

Adam hesitated for a moment before ultimately declining, ”I have some work to do. Perhaps some other time.”

With that said, he bid farewell to John and walked away.

It was about time he did some reconnaissance for the Brotherhood.

…

Corvid Quarter.

It was a district situated on the eastern side of the city; it was wrapped around the small Dundee Harbor south of Dell River.

This quarter was a diverse region of the city. Its neighborhoods varied from housing the middle-class residents and ordinary businesses to accommodating the poorest and filthiest dregs of society.

Since this district contained an inner harbor, it was frequented by shipping merchants, artisans, and folks from other professions.

This place witnessed a large volume of trade, falling short only to the Market Quarter and the Harbor Quarter.

While some residents—mostly nobles—considered this district the dark underbelly of Ravenfell, others thought of it as the heart and soul of the city, largely due to the presence of Dundee Harbor.

Adam, who had now changed into a simple white tunic, brown trousers, and black boots, walked through the winding cobblestone streets of Corvid Quarter, glancing at the centuries-old buildings on either side of the street.

He wanted to attract as little attention as possible. Wearing magus robes and the Saratoga cloak would be counterproductive to what he was planning to do.

The streets were uneven and weathered, lacking maintenance. Gas lanterns hung from iron posts, their flickering lights casting dim shadows on the ground.

Adam took a deep breath and intensely frowned. ”This place sure smells like horseshit!”

He had always heard about this district, but today was the first time he had come here. Naturally, Daneli wouldn’t show him around this place. The young elf absolutely detested it.

But Adam figured that if he wanted to inspect the whereabouts of the members of The Cult of Bones, he might as well start investigating the dark side of Ravenfell.

After all, this secret society was said to have a strong presence in the city’s underworld. The easiest prey for cultists would be the people from the Corvid Quarter who were more susceptible to empty words of hope.

These people who dwelled in the slums would do anything to see the light of day, to feel the greener pastures on the other side.

Adam knew this well because he used to be one of them.

Recalling the harsh childhood that he had to go through in the slums of Behal Town in the Cormier Kingdom, Adam couldn’t help but smile wryly.

His eyes flashed with reminiscence and he softly muttered, ”Ana… if I hadn’t met you, I wonder how my life would have turned out.”

He turned his head and glanced in the direction of the Galestine Ocean.

”Wherever you are, I hope you’re doing well.”