Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys Chapter 1533 - 527: Shirendil Plateau_3

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"Hahaha!"

In the remote Tutkash School residence, Graham finished the call and immediately broke into peals of gleeful laughter.

"Rein, well done. I figured he wouldn’t return at all, yet surprisingly, he’s made his way back."

Out of nowhere, a voice echoing from afar rang clearly in his thoughts, ‘Get rid of this Rein... the reward...’.

Unlike earlier, this far-off voice flowed steadily now, without any breaks.

It looked like their mysterious connection had grown stronger somehow.

"Naturally, Your Majesty Demon Spider, that’s precisely my plan."

"Plus, we can take out Stuart too, and by the time the Empire catches on, Nirheim will have gathered plenty of sacrifices for Your Excellency’s avatar to arrive right away."

Graham’s soft, elated tones resounded through the empty hall, where he stood alone, creating an especially chilling vibe.

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As dusk fell.

The swift airship carrying Rein started easing into the Shirendil Plateau region.

Leaning on the airship’s edge, Rein peered into the horizon, where endless mountain ranges rose in succession. The thick woodlands below thinned out, giving way to more pine forests dotting the landscape.

Further along their path, the greenery on the earth grew sparser and lower, with bushes and highland pastures taking over, while snowy summits loomed on far-off ridges.

The vast plateau’s landscape slowly revealed itself to Rein’s view.

"I recall the Brighton tribes dwell in these parts." Rein remembered once defeating a Legendary Strongman from the Brighton folk, ‘Corpse Splitter’ Greg.

Many wandering groups roamed the Shirendil Plateau, yet the Brighton tribe stood apart, rumored to carry traces of giant lineage and survive through the hunt.

What’s more, they chased down tough beasts such as highland wild bovines, rugged mammoths, and massive mountain bears.

Moments afterward.

From the airship deck, Rein spotted a caravan down below, made up of scores of highland wild bovines hauling bulky cargo, trudging steadily northwest.

"Oh? A Brighton group?"

"From their route, it seems they’re bound for Nirheim."

Moreover, thanks to Rein’s sharp vision, he quickly made out their outfits—basic leather gear, sturdy and towering builds, plus a triple red-mud symbol on each forehead.

This sparked Rein’s curiosity.

Turning to the elite guard nearby, Rein instructed: "Halt the airship right here; stay put while I’m gone. I’ll return by noon tomorrow."

"Understood, Lord Rein!" the guard acknowledged.

Before long, Rein vaulted over the side, using the Floating Technique to drift gently downward and stride toward the caravan.

"Hmm, a good portion of their load looks like ores?"

Drawing closer to the group, a quick scan showed that the Brighton caravan’s haul wasn’t just pelts and hides—almost half consisted of diverse ores, several quite uncommon.

Even under their tarps, Rein, as a Metal Series Dawn Wizard, sensed them without needing a direct look.

"Outsider, remember one key wilderness custom: don’t just wander up to caravans like this."

Right then, a towering Brighton youth, exceeding two meters in height, dressed in plain leather armor and gripping a single-bladed battle axe, stepped up to Rein and warned in a gravelly tone.

"Are you folks traveling to Nirheim?" Rein inquired, offering a small grin.

"And if we are?" The young Brighton eyed Rein warily, clutching his axe tighter.

"Could I join your journey?"

"Strangers aren’t welcome among us."

"All right then, how about I buy some of your ores?" Rein took the rejection in stride, continuing with a smile.

"How’d you figure out we’re carrying ores?" The young Brighton’s face shifted at once, and with a sharp whistle, seven or eight burly Brighton lads emerged from the caravan’s flanks.

Rein laughed inwardly, shook his head, and shaped the solid essence gold in his grasp into a shield alongside a Knight’s Longsword, then crafted a matching single-bladed battle axe just like the youth’s.

At this, the Brighton fighters halted, shooting each other astonished looks!

"High Rank Wizard?" the dreadlocked elder at their front gaped and murmured softly.

"Hold!"

He shouted, hurrying forward from the group, giving a slight bow, and adding, "Honored Wizard, we’re merely a simple trading party—what can we do for you?"

Realizing their Brighton clan, with its faint giant heritage, couldn’t stand against a High Rank Wizard outsider, the elder proceeded carefully.

"Relax, I only want to purchase some ores."

"Er... very well." The dreadlocked elder appeared reluctant yet agreed, clearly overawed by Rein’s strength.

"Elder? These are for Izso..." the youth next to him began, then cut himself off.

Still, Rein had picked up on the ‘Izso’ word.

Was it the Isodre School?

A subtle smile crossed Rein’s face, his intrigue deepening.

Through this caravan, he might uncover plenty of fresh details on the Shirendil Plateau and the Isodre School.

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