Black Hearted Mage

Chapter 147 Vitas Trading Company 3

A young man with a childish face, without any protective gear, was seen holding a crystal-clear bottle with his bare hands, catching the deadly venom flowing from the terrifying fangs.

From the window of the towering three-story Vitas Trading Company, Logan, the company's true ruler, was watching the scene unfolding before him. Seeing the young man's audacity, he was so shocked that his body trembled uncontrollably. A surge of urinary urges rushed into his bladder, nearly causing him to suffer incontinence.

The terrifying nature of the Golden-Eyed Black Demon Snake's venom was known to virtually everyone on the vast Roland Continent. Even a tiny drop of venom accidentally splashing onto a person's skin would result in death if the affected area wasn't quickly removed, with absolutely no chance of survival.

At that moment, the door to the nearby warehouse was suddenly pushed open with a dull creak. Then, a massive magic steel cage appeared before Kaisus's eyes. This cage was three or four times larger than the one in the Northland Tower. It was firmly anchored to the solid ground and looked incredibly sturdy, likely intended to imprison ferocious beasts.

Standing nearby, Kaisas calmly directed the massive, golden-eyed black snake to snake its way toward the massive magic steel cage. Once the black snake was completely inside, Kaisas closed the heavy iron cage door tightly and locked it, preventing the venomous snake from escaping.

"Feed it five fresh magic rabbits, and open the warehouse door for two hours every afternoon to ventilate it. This will give it room to move around, and it will attack people less often!"

Kaisas said a few words to Shattrath, shook the crystal bottle filled with venom, and signaled that the other party could pay the reward.

Shattrath understood what was happening and took out twenty high-level magic crystals as a reward. He also successfully obtained the coveted and extremely precious magic material.

When Caesars returned to the entrance of Vitas Trading Company, a caravan loaded with goods had already parked there. The carriages were covered with waterproof animal skins, and it was obvious that they were filled with living things. Otherwise, they could have used storage rings to store them, and there would have been no need to organize such a large caravan.

"Geralt, Vitas Trading Company has its own guards, so why are they recruiting so many mercenaries to escort them?"

Vitas's caravan had over a hundred well-equipped guards, including over a hundred highly skilled professionals. The Redstone Kingdom bordered the Roland Empire, and the sheer size of the escort was a mystery to Caesars.

"Kaesas, recently a group of desperate bandits have been active on the border of Roland Continent. They specialize in murder and robbery!" Geralt said incessantly.

"They are from the Saint Laurent Empire. They are disguised as robbers. There are only about three hundred of them, and they are all high-level professionals!" Clarice added a few words.

A small number of people would make it easier to hide. The border between the Roland Empire and the Redstone Kingdom was mostly mountainous and hilly, so it would be difficult to find two or three hundred people hiding there.

"Did they kill ordinary civilians?" Caesars asked.

"They only rob large caravans, and their intention is very clear, which is to rob various magical materials. Because caravans transporting food have never been robbed!" Clarice replied.

After hearing this, Caesar nodded. The Roland Empire has already strictly inspected its borders. The Saint Roland Empire must be in serious shortage of magic materials, otherwise it would not resort to such despicable means.

After a while, the large convoy slowly set off, and Caesars followed Geralt onto the carriage.

"Geralt, why did you put the magic steel cage on the car? Why not put it in the storage ring?" Caesar sat on the magic steel cage and complained to the old mercenary.

"Brother Caesars, I heard that it's very cold at night on the northern plateau. My storage ring is full of firewood and can no longer hold these cages!" Geralt said helplessly.

"Idiot, why not put the firewood in the magic steel cage so it can fit in the storage ring?"

"Where should we put the viper after we catch it?"

"Geralt, it takes twenty to thirty days to get to the Northland Plateau from here. The snow there hasn't melted yet, and your viper is hibernating underground!"

"what!"

Geralt scratched his head, looking as if something had suddenly dawned on him.

This convoy of over thirty large carriages moved forward slowly like a long, winding dragon. Caesars's Sword and Rose mercenary squad followed closely behind.

After the convoy left Redstone City, it quickly picked up its pace. To ensure a safe journey, the convoy had already dispatched a group of skilled scouts. These scouts traveled through the mountains and forests on both sides of the road, carefully probing for possible dangers and hidden dangers.

It is more than 300 miles from the border to the nearest city, and the land along the way is vast, rolling mountains and forests.

The afternoon sun was still bright, but the convoy had already left the borders of the Redstone Kingdom. As they advanced deeper into this unfamiliar territory, the initially relaxed and cheerful atmosphere gradually gave way to a tense and oppressive atmosphere.

The scouts who had been scouting the area ahead hadn't returned yet, forcing the entire caravan to halt and await news. Meanwhile, the guards drew their heavy shields, taking up their positions and rapidly entering a state of high alert.

Suddenly, a heart-pounding noise erupted from the tranquil forest. It was short and powerful, the whine of a taut bowstring suddenly released. Then, one or two hundred gleaming arrows descended like a torrential downpour! However, the caravan had already prepared for this sudden attack. For a moment, only a series of crisp, melodious "ding-dong" clashes echoed through the air. Those fierce arrows were blocked by the sturdy shields or the thick walls of the vehicles, unable to penetrate at all.

After several rounds of arrow rain, only two unlucky mercenaries were injured and a horse was hit by an arrow.

At this time, the robbers lurking in the mountains rushed down from the mountains with swords in hand. They were wearing fine composite leather armor of a uniform style.

Caesars and his men were at the back, so they were naturally surrounded by the robbers.

"Kill one robber and you'll get a reward of fifty gold coins!"

Suddenly, someone shouted from the caravan. The voice sounded familiar to Caesars; it belonged to the high-ranking mage Shattrath. The mercenaries escorting the convoy hesitated. The allure of fifty gold coins was considerable, but the bandits were equally formidable. The bandits emerging from the forest were somewhat surprised; the caravan they had ambushed seemed well prepared.

At the rear of the convoy, magical light began to blaze. Caesars, holding the Staff of Death, took the brunt of the attack. His first move was Cloud of Corrosion, a large-scale spell he had already begun chanting as the robbers rushed out of the forest.

As the cloud of corruption descended from the sky like a demon, a dangerous area instantly formed between Caesars and the robbers. The staff he held tightly in his hand shone with mysterious light, and the Death Coil spell carefully engraved on it poured out towards the robbers like a wild horse.

You know, once there's enough distance, Caesars, as a high-level magician, has an absolute advantage and can easily slaughter other professionals. And this Death Coil is a terrifying spell derived from the power of darkness, and it's a powerful spell with extremely astonishing damage.

This spell would initially inflict a low level of direct damage to the target, but this was only the beginning. Then, every three seconds, it would inflict further damage, repeating this cycle for a total of eight rounds of spell damage. For those not high-level practitioners of magic, even if they managed to survive the relentless ravages of Death Coil, they would only be left with half their life.

With each swing of Caesars' staff, the magic patterns on it were continuously triggered. The gray-green Death Coil, like a scythe, struck the robbers twenty or thirty meters away with lightning-fast precision. If one Death Coil didn't kill the enemy, then two would come.

At this moment, the robbers at the rear of the convoy were all stunned, their faces filled with bewilderment. The members of the Sword and Rose mercenary team were equally stunned. They watched as those strangely colored spells flew through the air, and without exception, they all struck the robbers.

As the robbers fell one by one, Caesars jumped off the carriage and went to pick up the bodies with a magic shield.

The mercenaries and robbers were already engaged in battle, and the guards of Vitas Trading Company were standing by the carriage.

"Caesar, aren't you going to kill the robbers?" Geralt asked with some confusion.

After collecting more than 20 corpses, Caesar returned to the carriage. He searched for his spoils, and the corpses were thrown on the ground. After feeling the corpses, Caesar placed the black snake on the ground, and it quickly disappeared into the forest beside the road.

"No, although these people's equipment is good, they don't have storage rings!"

Kaisas obtained more than twenty sets of composite leather armor and some magic steel weapons. He guessed that there were still robbers hiding in the mountains and forests, because there were no stealth or magicians among the robbers.

"More than 20 people, and none of them have storage rings? How is that possible?"

Geralt was an experienced mercenary. He knew that these composite leather armors were expensive, but he was not prepared for the lack of a storage ring.

"Geralt, you idiot, there must be people hiding in the mountains and forests. They have already robbed two caravans, and the storage ring must be in the hands of others. The composite leather armor they wear is the standard leather armor of the Saint Laurent Empire. These people are all legion scouts of the Saint Laurent Empire!" Clarice said from the side.

Although Caesars was a little surprised, he wasn't too shocked. The border between the Roland Empire and the Saint Roland Empire was very long, so it wouldn't be difficult for a few hundred scouts to sneak over.

"These damn impostors, what they did is so dirty!" Geralt cursed.

The guards of Vitas Trading Company began shooting at the robbers. They used powerful crossbows, whose arrows had great penetrating power and could easily penetrate composite leather armor. The situation of the battle reversed, the robbers began to retreat, and the mercenaries began to pursue them.

"Geralt, you're not going to chase the robbers?"

"No, there might be an ambush in the forest. Caesars, your black snake is back!"

Following the direction Geralt pointed, a dark shadow quickly crawled towards the carriage. Caesars used the magic hand to grab it. As the black snake hissed continuously, the magic shield appeared without warning. He grabbed the black snake and rushed into the mountains and forests.

The fight ended after a few minutes, a dozen robbers escaped, and the rest were left as corpses.

Caesars also returned from the dense forest, holding a corpse with blue skin in his hand.

"Caesar, the corpse you brought back is too thin, almost as thin as a beggar!" Geralt commented on the corpse.

"He's a magician. A beggar wouldn't be so clean. He was poisoned by a golden-eyed black snake, and several robbers have already escaped!"

As Caesars was being thrown to the ground by the corpses, the golden-eyed black demon snake lay on the pile of corpses, raising its body high, as if it was asking for credit from its master.

"St. Paul, get in the car and I'll give you a Flaming Viper!"

The black snake had done a great deed, and it must be rewarded. A black "spring" leaped up and landed steadily beside Caesars. Its fist-sized black head rubbed against Caesars' legs.

"Oh my god, it can jump so high!"

The carriage of the mercenary team was filled with a magic steel cage that was almost two meters high. This height made Geralt scream in shock.

"My black demon snake feeds on intermediate-level demon beasts, so it's normal for it to jump a little higher!"

Caesars took out a short, thick viper with bright red scales and placed it next to the black snake. The black snake's tongue probed for food, then it opened its mouth and bit the flame viper, shaking its head and lashing it out.

"Brother Caesar, why is the black snake whipping the dead snake?" Geralt asked in confusion.

"Although the Flame Viper is in the storage ring, it's a bit stiff. If I whip it a few more times, it will soften up, making it easier for the Black Demon Snake to swallow!"

Caesar looked at the hard-working black snake and gave an explanation.

Vitas Trading Company began to count the bodies, paid the promised gold coins, and also purchased several sets of leather armor. These were all evidence left by the robbers, and the Red Stone Kingdom had sufficient reason to question the Saint Laurent Empire.

Half an hour later, the convoy continued its journey. Caesars sat in the carriage, pondering the situation. He felt that the strength of the Vitas Trading Company should not be underestimated. In the previous battle, their guards had barely taken action, and the accompanying magicians hadn't made a single move.