The Golem Mage - Chapter 41

Chapter 41: The Ambush Chapter 41: The Ambush Brandon fought two opponents who felt they could try their luck, but it was all the same as he won effortlessly.

However, he later had to step down since no one was confident enough to challenge him.

Agnes could only grit her teeth in anger as she could not think of any reason to make Brandon so strong a few days after living with Alec.

“Surely, it had something to do with Alec,”
Knight said from beside her, almost sure of what she was thinking.

“Hmmm,”
Agnes responded, trying to play innocent.

“Oh, don’t act dumb.

I see how you keep looking at them, and I think I should tell you, don’t you realize that even when we fought beside Alec, we seemed to be getting better ?

he was just good at instructing us on which spell to use.”
Knight explained his theory to Agnes.

“Hmmm, still, he seems stronger than a normal (Mid) Tier 1 mage.

He was as strong as a (High) Tier 1 mage, which is ridiculous,” Agnes sighed in defeat.

The rest of the continued fight was boring and could not match up to Brandon’s matches.

He had brought the crowd to climax satisfaction.

It now felt like watching the younger generation leaders of various families and clans showcase their skills was boring, making it quite bland compared to the explosive excitement that Brandon gave them.

Everyone kept looking over at Alec, who was still sleeping, as they wondered how someone like him could be leading a monster as strong as Brandon.

Some people even questioned if he had already advanced to the (High) Tier 1 mage realm but quickly dismissed the idea when they remembered how difficult it was to move to the next rank.

The banquet ended with the Gordons family exhibiting their dominance without even having to exert any force after Brandon’s battle.

Alec slept throughout the match, still sleeping as Arthur carried him on his back towards a new carriage.

Arthur was not interested in sitting with Knight and Agnes again after publicly denying Alec, feeling that she had tarnished his reputation.

Alec lay fast asleep with a snort escaping his nose, becoming a comical balloon-like sound in the air.

Oblivious to what had just transpired, his loud snoring only managed to annoy Agnes further, Though he couldn€™t blame him.

After all, he had been awake for days, tirelessly attempting to create a lava golem but failing miserably,
Even with the guidance of the ancient patriarch€™s book by his side.

The exhaustion finally caught up with him, causing him to collapse and surrender to a well-deserved slumber.

“Hahaha, nice work out there!

I loved it, especially your performance,”
A loud voice echoed through the air as Draco approached Arthur and Brandon.

Alec remained sprawled on Arthur’s back while Draco pointed fervently at Brandon before finally reaching their location and placing his hands on Brandon’s shoulders.

It was evident that Draco admired Brandon’s demeanor and the aggressive battle style he displayed on stage.

It reminded Draco of his past when he fearlessly challenged those in the same realm, yet no one dared to face him.

Brandon’s performance had reignited that fire within Draco.

“Keep it up,”
Draco remarked, not bothering to acknowledge anyone else€™s presence as if they were nonexistent.

“Yes, sir.

I will,”
Brandon replied swiftly, taken aback by Draco€™s unexpected approach and conversation.

Being approached and spoken to by Draco, the feared seventh elder, was a rare occurrence.

“Did that just happen?

Brandon, you’re going to become a star in the clan.

Don’t even think about washing those shoulders when you bathe; don’t bathe above your waistline!”
Arthur exclaimed amidst his breathless huffs, clearly astounded by the turn of events.

“Whatever,”
Brandon muttered, too weak to engage in banter with Arthur.

He knew from experience that no one ever won an argument against him,
As Arthur always managed to find a comeback, Brandon never took Arthur’s jokes too seriously.

As Draco walked away, a smile adorning his face, his expression suddenly shifted to disgust as he passed by Agnes.

He spat on the floor, making his discontent towards her behavior during Arthur’s challenge to the other family and clan evident.

However, any time Draco thought of how Brandon had commanded the stage, his disgust was temporarily overshadowed by a flicker of admiration for the young warrior.

He felt a surge of joy once again.

“I can finally brag to that old man,” Draco said, referring to the patriarch.

If only Alec had heard this, he would surely be shocked, as he was the only one shameless enough to call his grandfather an old man.

“Let€™s ride home,” Draco declared, and they all climbed into their carriage, beginning their journey back.

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“Sorry for failing you,” Bree apologized to the elder who had accompanied them.

“No need for apologies.

After witnessing that guy’s power, it was clear that you had no chance against him; you couldn’t even force him to use his full strength,” the Fridall Clan elder responded.

“What!” Bree was astonished to learn that Brandon had yet to unleash his full power.

“But don’t worry, we had a plan B, and I’m confident they are executing it now,” the elder assured.

As the Gordon Clan carriages departed from the city lord’s mansion, they became aware of someone trailing them and initially dismissed it as one of their many admirers or someone on the same path as them.

They didn’t bother to investigate; however, as they traveled further, it became apparent that they were about to fall into an ambush, with three individuals dressed in black awaiting them up ahead.

“Hmm, I want to see who dares to stop me,”
Draco declared as he emerged from the carriage, his aura powerful, causing the ground beneath him to crack.

Two of the black-clad figures released their aura in response.

“Humph, two Tier 6 mages.

If you think you can kill me with this number, think again,” Draco taunted.

“Who said we’re interested in killing you?

Oh no, no, no.

Draco, you need to swallow your pride a bit.

We’re here for someone else, someone who we believe has the potential to be even more fearsome than you,” one of the men in black stated.

“What?

Hahaha, I can’t believe you’re afraid of that little boy, Brandon.

It just shows that the Gordons Clan isn’t far from relocating to a Tier 2 city,”
Draco boasted, unconcerned by their claim that Brandon possessed more significant potential than him.

He truly hoped that the younger generations would bring forth even stronger individuals, elevating the family€™s strength to a whole new level in the future.

“Idiot!

You don’t even know who we’re talking about.

Your proud attitude has never changed, which makes this even easier.

From our information, Brandon is just his general, right?” one of the men in black taunted.

“Wait, you’re talking about the patriarch’s grandson?

Well, I guess I’ll have to kill you then because that’s never happening,” Draco responded, his face filled with anger.

With a swift motion, he pulled something out from his space pouch.

Two golems emerged from the pouch, resembling demons with their intimidating presence.

One was taller than Draco, boasting long curved horns, while the other was tiger-shaped.

Both golems had cracks of flowing lava around their bodies, connecting to crystals on their chests.

“The lava golems!

Attack him now!”
The black men commanded as they moved towards Draco.

The golem with horns conjured a lava sword, roaring and releasing its powerful aura.

It was a Tier 5 golem.

The other golem, tiger-shaped, remained unfazed, its claws igniting with the power of lava as it let out a mighty roar, sending shockwaves through the air.

“I urge all disciples of the Gordons family to listen to me.

We are ambushed, and I apologize for my inability to protect you all.

I will take care of these troublesome ones,” Draco called out.

“Kill all our enemies!” Draco commanded as he and his golems soared into the sky, with the men in black joining him; their battle took place in the sky above, away from the younger family members.

Draco might not have known much about Alec, but the fact that these assassins attached importance to him only gave him more reason to save the boy.

There was no way he would allow the patriarch’s grandson to die after he had promised to protect everyone alone.

“Make sure to kill him,” the men in black instructed the third member of their group.

“With pleasure, elder,” the person responded as the group approaching from behind caught up and released their auras.

It was like a gathering of 50 Tier 1 mages, prepared to bring hell upon the younger generations of the Gordons family.

“I guess it’s time we wake him.

After all, he said to wake him when things get interesting.

I think this is more than interesting,” Arthur commented.

“Hmm,” Brandon nodded in agreement as he unsheathed his sword, ready to join the battle.