Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys Chapter 1537 - 529: Shattering the Boulder with One Blow

In the meeting chamber of the Isodre School, the senior officials looked thunderstruck, frozen stiff in their chairs without snapping out of it for quite a while.

A few moments passed before their faces shifted in all sorts of ways!

Some appeared grave, others wrinkled their foreheads, and a few even shouted curses.

"This kid is way too bold! We haven't gotten payback for Harold yet, and he has the guts to show up at our door!" The elderly wizard who'd just ridiculed Rein leaped to his feet and declared.

"Does he actually believe reaching Dawn Wizard level lets him run wild?"

"Let's head out and see what's going on!"

"Sect Leader?" Deputy Sect Leader Malcolm turned toward Stuart, who occupied the head position.

Stuart, observing the unfolding drama, stayed quiet, lost in contemplation.

Still, the heavy look on his face revealed his inner turmoil wasn't at all serene.

Though he'd set up precautions ahead of time, truthfully, those were meant for rare possibilities; he never imagined the foe would truly appear.

Moreover, as sect leader, he grasped Rein's capabilities much deeper than anyone else there, realizing Rein's power went beyond mere epic tier.

The empire's title for its youngest epic powerhouse wasn't hype—it stemmed from genuine combat feats.

"We'll all go check it out."

"The youth often charge ahead hot-headed; we ought to aim for a peaceful settlement, yielding if it makes sense." Stuart rose gradually as well, his voice steady and composed.

Hmm?

Seek a peaceful resolution?

Yield where feasible?

Stuart's statement caught everyone off guard, from Malcolm to the three Crystalization Peak elder wizards, who stared at the sect leader famed as the 'Shield of Rock,' pondering:

'Has the sun come up in the wrong direction?'

'The typically icy and unyielding Stuart is showing such restraint?'

...

Outside the gates of the Isodre School grounds.

A squad of sentries remained stunned, as a Third Level Wizard Apprentice slumped to the floor.

When a master acts, the skill shines through right away.

The faint Dragon Roar woven into Rein's message held might comparable to a Crystalization Peak wizard's sonic spell, sparking instant turmoil across the Isodre School and putting the whole area into full alert!

Numerous wizards clad in earthy robes sprang from their labs, naps, and studies, bolting from their quarters in alarm.

The array of protective witch formations overhead flickered to life all at once!

In a flash, a multitude of golden-hued barrier domes materialized over the school grounds.

But once Stuart and the top school figures showed up as a group, the gathering of school wizards settled noticeably and dove into chatter:

"Is that Rein he's called?"

"I've caught wind of him—the empire's rising talent, the youngest with epic battle prowess!"

"Me too, though from this uproar, it doesn't look like a friendly visit."

...

"Lord Rein, it's a pleasure that you've graced the Isodre School with your presence; we extend our heartfelt welcome! That said, your latest moves suggest some confusion about our school." Deputy Sect Leader Malcolm addressed him smoothly.

"And who might you be?" Rein inquired.

"I'm Malcolm, the Deputy Sect Leader here at the Isodre School."

"Malcolm? Alright, that name rings a bell." Rein gave a nod.

"It's a privilege that Lord Rein knows of me," Malcolm replied, taken aback at first, then beaming wider as he dipped his head in thanks.

After all, earning a spot in the mind of the empire's youngest epic powerhouse counted as real acknowledgment.

"Back in Mingster, two of my men got slain, and when we nabbed the killers, they claimed you gave the order. Do you own up to it?"

"Just so you know, your underlings are still breathing—falsely denying it won't help."

Rein’s declaration hit Malcolm like a blow, twisting his features sharply!

"This..." Malcolm's face flickered through emotions, unsure how to respond, inwardly fuming at his lackeys' failure to die in the act.

After a brief pause, Malcolm managed an awkward chuckle, "Surely this is some mix-up, Lord Rein. Now that you're here, why not come in for a chat? Let us entertain you as guests should be."

Forcing a grin, Malcolm eyed Rein's spot.

Rein caught the glance without delay.

He fully understood what Malcolm was after.

For Rein lingered right beyond the reach of a particular witch array at the Isodre School.

Should he take the offer, a short step forward would trap him inside the array's influence.

From the faint magical pulses, even a mid-stage High Rank Dawn Wizard might struggle against the setup.

Meanwhile.

Malcolm's reactions and speech baffled plenty of Isodre School wizards, their expressions hinting at 'Something's off here.'

The three elder wizards even eyed Malcolm, conveying 'This doesn't match your conference hall tale at all.'

This prompted Stuart to step in with words.

"Lord Rein, should a real mix-up exist, it could stem from our people's foolishness. We're prepared to offer fair amends. Care to join us indoors to discuss?" Stuart suggested.

Stuart extended the invite to enter too, sharing Malcolm's underlying aim.