Chapter 415

Chapter 415: Wolf Spider Merchant Caravan

Mososbury City stood as the dominant power in the region, an unchallenged overlord.

This colossal entity commanded the deference of all tribes.

Yet for those without ambitions to overthrow it, Mososbury City also served as a thriving trade hub.

Slaves traded hands here, warriors could be hired, wealthy buyers roamed the markets, and powerful factions recruited openly. Countless opportunities flourished within its borders.

The Wolfspider tribe periodically dispatched merchant caravans to Mososbury City, ensuring their equipment, intelligence networks, and alchemy techniques remained aligned with regional standards. Guarded by their Level 62 elder mage, supported by a black dragon priestess, tribe warriors, and lizard knights, these caravans traveled securely.

Most tribe members entrusted their accumulated cargo to these caravans for sale. Many provided black gold coins to request rare goods from the city.

Midi’s entry into the Alchemy Workshop had stirred ambitions in Sherlock, the workshop’s typically sedentary old alchemist. Producing batches of finished alchemical potions, Sherlock now aimed to establish long-term trade channels by joining the caravan personally.

Seizing this chance, Midi planned to visit the famed city – not for profit, but to prepare for the approaching bonfire gathering. He sought better equipment, superior materials, and crucially, wanted to observe future Black Dragon Conference opponents among Mososbury’s warriors.

With sidelined Zaride and disinterested Alexis, leadership fell again to the steadfast elder mage assisted by Galantis. The accompanying tribe warriors included familiar faces – Zaknavan and Mason, former slaves turned warriors using this trip to acquire final upgrades before the gathering.

Both had trained relentlessly for weeks. Mason now stood at Level 62’s threshold, while Zaknavan approached mastery within Level 61. Though considered elite even by city standards, both dark elves marveled at Midi’s progress – from minor Level 61 achievements to its peak, nearly breaching Level 62.

Unknown to them, Midi’s status as an Awakened One of Extraordinary Awakening from the Dragon’s Blood White Crystal Pool demanded far stricter advancement conditions than ordinary practitioners. Without these constraints, the Alchemy Workshop’s resources might have propelled him to Level 62’s peak already.

Even at Level 61, his Extraordinary Awakening granted unmatched foundational strength. Though unaware of this truth, the dark elves could only watch as Midi steadily outpaced them, his progress accelerating with each passing day.

If there was anyone unfazed by Midi’s transformation, it could only be Galantis.

To her, no miracle occurring around Midi seemed surprising anymore.

The Black Dragon Priestess currently cared only about whether the final trade before the "bonfire gathering" would proceed smoothly.

"Watch this human for me," Galantis shot Midi a glance and snorted, addressing Zaknavan and Mason. "He knows nothing of the Shaded Realm. If he stirs trouble as Wolfspider champion, you two bear responsibility."

"Though I’ve never visited Mososbury City, I understand how major families operate," Midi answered with a wry smile.

"Hmph! How can frail surface-world nobles compare to our Shaded Realm dark elf clans?" The priestess snorted again.

By now, Midi realized she wasn’t reasoning – she was provoking.

He could guess why.

Though nominally Galantis’ warrior, he’d spent weeks ignoring duties to frequent Sherlock’s Alchemy Workshop, hoarding resources and training. Even her direct orders he’d pretended to overlook. That the hot-tempered priestess hadn’t whipped him yet showed remarkable restraint.

Naturally, Midi came prepared.

"Frail nobles couldn’t survive here, but I’m no weakling. I’m both Wolfspider champion and alchemist," Midi declared boldly, having been mentored by Eighth Apostle Rot.

The provocative response darkened Galantis’ expression.

I saved you!

I safeguarded your dual swords!

I defied mighty Alexis for you!

Now you act like strangers after becoming champion?

Galantis’ chest tightened with unspoken grievances. As for enslaving him? The willful priestess conveniently forgot that.

When her silver teeth nearly pierced her lip, Midi extended an open palm.

Upon it rested a vial carved from solid blue crystal – the Shaded Realm’s magic-sealing mineral preserving potion efficacy. Countless precision-cut facets by Golden-Red Sword Lights whispered discreet opulence.

Inside lay every Black Dragon Priestess’ coveted treasure: Dragon Breath Potion.

Zaride once bribed Alexis with Black Dragon Dust Crystal for its enhancing aura. This potion distilled that crystal’s essence with rare ingredients, surpassing its effects exponentially. For priestesses drawing power from the Dark Dragon God, its value was immeasurable.

Though aura-proofed by blue crystal, Galantis instantly recognized the amber liquid.

"This… Dragon Breath Potion?" Her voice trembled despite efforts to suppress it.

Even miserly Sherlock hadn’t brewed this in years due to scarce materials.

"Correct," Midi nodded.

For me?

She nearly asked, but knew its worth could bankrupt tribe warriors.

Seeing the usually headstrong priestess hesitate, Midi smiled. He pressed the vial into her hand. "For safeguarding my swords. And everything else."

The vial’s coolness met her palm as Midi’s warm, triumphant smile dissolved her frustrations.

This guy!

Heat rushed her cheeks, mercifully hidden by darkness.

"Hmph! About time you thanked me! I’ll reluctantly accept your sincerity!" Snatching the potion, Galantis whirled away on the shadowed trade route.

"This brat…"

"Bastard…"

"Damned human…"

"Sherlock’s lapdog…"

Nearby dark elves expecting drama erupted in jealous curses. Even Mososbury’s elite warriors rarely gifted Dragon Breath Potions!

The Wolfspider tribe’s winds were changing.

"Impressive, friend." Zaknavan winked.

"Just like how you handled Morning Star Mercenary Corps?" Mason recalled Elven Kingdom adventures and Midi’s sister companions, sighing.

Midi smiled wordlessly, producing two level-breakthrough potions for them. Less precious than Dragon Breath, yet still rare.

"Walk with me at the bonfire gathering," he said, confidence blazing in his gaze.