After storing away the supplies in the basement, Ang did not immediately leave the ruins. Instead, he stood there and pondered for a moment.
He looked down at the stone floor beneath his feet, his brow slightly furrowed as a thought surfaced in his mind—would the Black Magic Society return for the remaining items?
"These materials are piled up in an orderly fashion. They do not look like they were abandoned in a hurry. It is more like... someone intended to come back and continue moving them." He muttered to himself, then his gaze sharpened as he immediately turned and gave an order to his men.
"Send the airship back to the Milaginbi Mountains and transfer another two hundred Flame Swordsmen from the southern outpost. Tell them to come fully armed and travel day and night!"
The messenger immediately accepted the order and left.
Ang walked steadily out of the ruins. Looking at the manor ruins, which were tightly surrounded by patrolling soldiers, he said softly, "Steven Brill's whereabouts are unknown now. If the Black Magic Society still exists, they will never give up these things. What I am waiting for is for them to come and deliver themselves to their deaths."
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Milaginbi Mountains, the Black Magic Society's secret base.
Inside a cold stone chamber, an elderly mage clad in elaborate black robes stood before a floating magical mirror of light, his brows tightly knitted in thought.
"Master, it has been confirmed. Count Steven Brill's manor was attacked by Black Mages, and Dark Erosion was used." Leon, a mage in gray-white robes, stood respectfully to one side as he reported.
The elderly mage's eyes shifted slightly, and his voice was low. "Was it the remaining forces of the Third Magic Society?"
"Master," Leon said quietly, "the Third Magic Society