Gravity Mage with Level-Up System Chapter 1885: Part 1: Going to the Capital City

Pebble City

My gaze landed on the zero puppet. This puppet's nightly task was information gathering, and it had compiled intel from all directions. I sat down, ready to receive the briefing as the zero puppet continued. A few minutes passed, and my eyes sparkled with newfound clarity. The zero puppet had delivered vital information, confirming that the dark magic spell plaguing the little girl was indeed the work of the city's renowned wizard. "Wizard Raymond," I whispered, then proceeded to inquire about the city's key locations. After the zero puppet concluded its report, I expressed my gratitude and stored it back within the Gregor Mansion. I hadn't anticipated the dark wizard to be so famous, appearing to be a celebrated and powerful figure in this nation, having achieved renown through countless victories. Approaching such a person would not be simple. A clever idea then struck me. It was imperative, first, to ascertain if this wizard was indeed responsible for the girl's suffering. Thus, a trip to the Capital, where the Raymond Family resided, seemed necessary to uncover the truth. Wizard Raymond was known as a Supreme Wizard, but I suspected he might be concealing his true capabilities. With a clearer objective, I decided to depart for the capital city that very day and began preparing for the journey. Thirty minutes later, I left the hotel and headed towards the transportation hub. As I walked along the footpath, pedestrians observed my mask with curiosity, but none approached or questioned me. I followed the route the zero puppet had indicated, traversing several streets before arriving at the transportation area. My attention was drawn to a vast open field a short distance away, filled with various airships and flying vehicles. My eyebrows rose in surprise. [Ding! Magic Lords detected.] The system's voice echoed in my mind. Alerted, I scanned the area, noticing a group of wizards in suits standing at the entrance, radiating the power of Magic Lords. I utilized the system's function again to verify, and they were indeed Magic Lords, presenting a considerable obstacle. Suddenly, a portly middle-aged man among them turned towards me, having noticed me. I maintained a casual demeanor, glancing around nonchalantly before continuing on my path, opting to circumnavigate the teleportation area first. The portly middle-aged man raised an eyebrow, certain that the masked individual was merely observing them before moving on. He found it peculiar but dismissed it, resuming his conversation with his companions. Meanwhile, I discovered that the middle-aged man had stopped watching me once I reached the rear of the large field. I spotted a less-used back entrance, which was news to me. Approaching the small gate, I opened it and entered. My gaze fell upon the airships docked before me. Some appeared modest, while others boasted luxurious paintwork and intricate designs. Unconsciously, I found myself captivated, observing the airships, noticing no one else was present at that moment. Abruptly, the group of wizards from the entrance entered the field, intending to board their private flying vehicles. Their eyes, however, landed on the masked man, eliciting surprise, especially from the portly middle-aged man who was visibly shocked. Swoosh! In an instant, he approached me. "Who are you?" "What are you doing here?" the fat man demanded. I was taken aback by the abruptness but not entirely surprised. "Hello, I'm heading to the capital city and was just looking at the airships," I replied. The portly middle-aged man seemed taken aback himself. He attempted to gauge my strength but failed to perceive anything, his probing being nullified. He surmised that I might be a powerful Magic Lord. Having recently achieved his own breakthrough, the middle-aged man immediately adopted a respectful tone. "If you're going to the capital city, you can join us. My friends are also Magic Lords," he offered. Hearing this, I turned to observe his companions, who were conversing amongst themselves, clearly traveling together. Noticing my contemplation, the portly middle-aged man gave me space. He then exchanged a knowing glance with his friends. They understood the situation instantly, their eyes flashing with avarice. They had encountered an unknown Magic Lord, and the thought of joining forces to eliminate me and claim the rewards was enticing. Their difficulty in assessing my strength made them believe I was an unusually potent Magic Lord.

Notwithstanding, they placed their faith in their collective might. Their strategy remained concealed from the corpulent middle-aged man. Detecting an anomaly in their cheerful expressions, the plump individual harbored suspicions.

He harbored a hope that the approaching mage lacked any significant backing. This would then present an opportunity for his team to seize his possessions.

The acquisitions available to Magic Lords are notoriously scarce. Consequently, fatalities are a common occurrence in this locale. This particular group had previously engaged in such acts and subsequently divided the spoils amongst themselves.

Having identified another potential victim, they were resolved not to let this chance slip away. Their familiarity with all the Magic Lords within the city led them to conclude that the individual donning a mask was an outsider.

Considering his destination was the capital city, they surmised his purpose was related to the upcoming tournament. Such an event reliably draws participants from various nations.

[Ding! Hostile intentions are detected.]

The system's announcement resonated within my consciousness. Instantly, I comprehended that the assembled group harbored concealed agendas.