Gravity Mage with Level-Up System Chapter 1887: Scheming First

Verdantwood Nation

The Black Silver Airship soared through the skies, its pilot relieved. He had harbored concerns about the perilous weather potentially disrupting their journey.

Their fortunate escape from the earlier onslaught meant they avoided the destructive lightning power that could have crippled the airship.

Now, having navigated the treacherous climate, the vessel proceeded smoothly through the air.

Within the airship, five Magic Lords were engaged in a serious discussion, their attention frequently drawn to the rear cabin.

This last cabin was the current residence of the new, masked Magic Lord.

"What's going on with the newcomer?"

"Didn't he even sense the crackling lightning earlier?"

A man of lean build, who had previously utilized wind magic, posed the question.

"Perhaps he intends to rest until we reach the capital," another man offered.

"We don't know his origin. What if he has connections in the capital?" the scar-faced man mused aloud.

"He's heading to the capital for the tournament; I'm certain he must have acquaintances there," he added.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of those present shifted, and a sense of vigilance permeated the group.

The five exchanged glances, noting the masked individual's consistent lack of outward nervousness around them.

This suggested the possibility that the masked man might have contacts in the capital. Furthermore, his confident demeanor in their presence was telling.

The masked man clearly wasn't concerned about their company.

Their faces then adopted a more serious mien.

"Should we make a move midway?" the brown-haired man inquired in a subdued tone.

The scar-faced wizard responded, "If he genuinely has allies in the capital, then attacking the masked man now would lead to our exposure."

"It wouldn't be difficult to discover we were traveling with him," he elaborated.

"Then, we should make arrangements once we are in the capital itself," a middle-aged man with brown hair proposed.

"I concur with the strategy. We must decide after arriving in the capital city," the lean wind wizard agreed.

Following this, the topic shifted, giving way to laughter.

"Ha... Ha... Ha..."

Their laughter echoed, unconcerned about whether the new arrival could overhear them.

Days drifted by.

The black airship encountered no further difficulties; the skies remained clear, and they were only a few hours from the capital.

All the Magic Lords were now alert. While they possessed the capability to reach the city sooner, there was no urgency.

The Verdantwood Nation's territory was extensive, encompassing untamed wilderness. Encountering formidable 10th-order monsters posed a significant threat.

These high-order monsters were potent enough to challenge even Magic Lords, and any conflict could devastate the surrounding landscape.

Consequently, the Magic Lords favored a discreet passage.

Several hours later, all the Magic Lords emerged from their quarters, converging together as the capital city loomed close.

They exchanged glances and resumed their usual conversation. However, their focus shifted back to the last room, and they were once again taken aback.

The masked individual had not emerged from his room since boarding. They began to wonder if he was even present.

The lean wind-elemental wizard approached the room.

Knock! Knock!

He opted for a polite knock, foregoing the use of his mental power, not wishing to provoke the masked man unnecessarily.

Creeeak!

The door opened, and I stepped out, my gaze settling on the lean-physique man. A subtle glint flickered in my eyes.

"Mister?" I inquired.

I recognized him as the one who had unleashed a powerful wind magic spell to clear the dark clouds.

The lean-physique wizard offered a sudden smile.

He stated, "We are now nearing the capital city."

"Understood," I replied.

I then accompanied him to meet the other four Magic Lords, who were all smiling and conversing.

Upon my arrival, they extended similar pleasantries. I acknowledged them with a nod and joined in light conversation.

"Wizard Frank, where will you be staying in the Capital?"

"Do you have any friends here?" the scar-faced wizard inquired.

Hearing this, I raised an eyebrow. I could feel the scrutiny of the other wizards upon me. I was aware they harbored lethal intentions.

However, I hadn't anticipated their eagerness to act upon them.

[Ding! Malicious intentions detected.]

Responding to the system's alert, I turned my attention toward the lean-physique wizard who had initially greeted me.

I had witnessed him previously execute a formidable magic spell.

"Wizard Frank," the scar-faced wizard called out again.

His voice snapped me back to the present. I turned to face them, a shrewd idea forming in my mind.

"Ha... Ha... Ha... Indeed, I do know individuals near the Raymond Mansion," I responded, a touch of amusement in my voice.

Gulp!

A collective jolt ran through the Magic Lords. The name Raymond was not one to be taken lightly; it belonged to a prominent and powerful wizarding family.

A chill snaked down their spines at the mere utterance of the name. Recollecting themselves, they turned their gaze toward the masked individual.

Uncertainty gnawed at them: was the masked man being truthful? They had all attempted to gauge his power, yet their probes had yielded nothing, leaving them baffled.

Swiftly, they smoothed their expressions, regaining their composure.

"Very well, we trust we shall cross paths again," declared the man with the scar.

I offered a slight nod in agreement. After the others voiced their thoughts, I returned to my chambers.

The five Magic Lords wore particularly serious expressions.

"Do you place any faith in his words?" inquired the slender wizard, his shock not entirely eclipsing his lingering doubt.

The scar-faced wizard, the one with brown hair, and the rest remained silent. Their earlier elation at the prospect of plundering an unsuspecting Magic Lord had vanished.

Wizards at the Magic Lord level were no common mages; the wealth and resources they possessed were considerable.

Such spoils, once acquired, could be divided amongst them.

Their intentions had been to target the masked man, but his unexpected declaration had thrown their plans into disarray.

"Might we not follow him later?"

"If he ventures close to Raymond Mansion, we can then make our retreat," suggested the scar-faced wizard.

This plan resonated with the others, and they unanimously agreed to proceed accordingly.