Earth's Greatest Magus

The bearded old man, Chief Beowulf was the former Chief of the White Fang Clan before he was fatally injured at the battle of Kulturmak and later handed over his reign to Heorgar the Demon Wolf.

The last time Emery heard from the other party was that he was going to retire, but now the man was standing in his backyard. Because of that, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing for a moment.

Emery quickly dispelled his shapeshifting and walked towards the man with respectful attitude. “Chief Beowulf.”

The elderly man stepped forward, put his hand on Emery’s shoulder, and with a proud smile on his face he said, “You have grown now, kiddo. Truly amazing..”

Even though the man had retired, there was clearly still vigor to be seen on the man. However, after four years of not seeing each other, not only had he still not recovered his strength of the magus realm, the man looked ten or even twenty years older than he should have been.

Seeing the concern in Emery’s eyes, Beowulf patted his shoulder again while saying, “Don’t give me that look, kiddo. I am fine.”

Just as Emery was about to ask why the man was here, a tall figure suddenly shot up from behind him and hugged the old wolf tightly. He postponed his question as he watched Andrei once again become his usual sentimental giant at the sight of his fatherly figure.

As it was late at the time, Emery prepared dinner for the group. With his apothecary skills improving, Emery was able to cook a decent healthy dinner that turned out to be quite delicious.

Once again, Morgana made a scene with her distinct way of eating. In fact, if it wasn’t for Annara’s relentless laughter at her antics, the red-haired girl probably wouldn’t have stopped her rampage.

Before the old wolf told his story, Annara first took credit for the efforts she put in for weeks searching for the remaining members of White Fang until she finally found the old chief. Unfortunately,  the rest were currently beyond the enemy lines.

Hearing Annara’s explanation, Beowulf heaved a deep sigh and said, “It’s truly a shame that the White Fang is disbanded.” He then looked towards Emery saying, “I heard what you were trying to do, so I agreed to come. I will help you form your wolf pack and win the Royal Hunt.”

Much to Emery’s surprise, the man had actually participated in the Royal Hunt several times in his youth. For that reason, he was confident that he could give him and his pack some tips and tricks on how to win the event.

Of course, Emery was thrilled at the prospect of Beowulf helping. Having such a veteran agree to help him was definitely something he could only dream of, and because of that he also felt grateful to Annara.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Beowulf quickly moved to Emery’s aid and he began by analyzing the people he currently has. One by one, Yoro and the others came to stand before the old wolf.

After watching them do several demonstrations of their abilities, Emery noticed that Beowulf seemed to have grasped everyone’s skills as well as a rough idea of their team’s strengths and weaknesses.

Andrei was surprisingly fast despite his large stature, which made him a good member to serve as bait or diversion during the event. His glaring flaw, however, is that he lacked confidence in head-to-head combat which could prove fatal in certain situations.

Contrary to Emery’s expectations, instead of forcing Andrei, Beowulf suggested he practice using medium or long-ranged weapons – whichever he preferred. He also told the latter to expand and learn more spells as with his talent, he should be able to cast Tier 5 spells.

On the other hand, Yoro has great mobility and tracking abilities which make him the ideal scout for the pack. However, according to Beowulf, the young wolf was still very raw in technique. The former also thought that Yoro was still far from utilizing the maximum potential of his Saint realm.

As for Morgana, just a brief glance of the girl let Beowulf know that she was special. Unfortunately, Emery’s residence they were currently at was not an appropriate place to test her Crescent Moon realm.

However, it didn’t mean Beowulf was clueless. In fact, the man thought that with her stats and element affinity, she could become the pack’s powerhouse – the finisher of the group.

“What about me?” Emery asked curiously, seeing the old wolf didn’t mention him.

Knowing roughly about his situation on spellcasting, paired with his extraordinary battle power and the ludicrous ability that is [Undecaying Flesh], Emery was assigned the position of the defender during the Royal Hunt, becoming the one who held the frontline for the team.

After a quick observation, the old wolf said, “You need at least five members to join the Royal Hunt, so you’re still missing one person.” Turning to Emery, he added, “How do you plan to resolve this?”

Unfortunately, Beowulf was still not in the condition to take part in the event. Even if he could, it was an event aimed at the younger generation, so the old wolf preferred not to participate.

He suggested Emery to search for someone that could fill in the support role of the group, preferably one with good healing skills. Hearing those words, Emery gave a smile to the old wolf.

𝑂𝚟𝔩xt.𝓒𝑶𝑚

“We have exactly that.”

It was now definitely the best time to buy Tatyana out of the Red Pagoda, and so Emery decided to do just that even though it would have drained most of the savings they have. Not only that, it would also resolve his guilt towards her.

“I’ll go fetch her now”.

Morgana refused to be left and insisted on joining, hence the two left the residence and made their way to the Corvin estate. Entering the establishment, Emery quickly looked for the fat man and told him his intention of coming here. But the latter’s reaction was strange, which made Emery anxious.

He trembled as he said, “I’m sorry, sir, but someone has bought her away already.”

“What!? How?! Who the hell did that?!!”

Emery was upset by the unexpected revelation. His first suspect was the Corvin themself, as they was the only one who dare make the fat man do such things to a paying customer like him. After pressuring the fat man enough, he revealed who it was.

“T-They are from the Silvermane palace.. I cannot say no… You understand right, sir?”