Age of Adepts

Chapter 561 The Ship Has Yet to Sink, But the Rats Have Already Fled

Adept Fügenʼs expression turned awkward yet solemn when faced with Greemʼs friendly invitation.

After a moment of hesitation, Fügen finally spoke.

”Adept Greem, given the fact that you have yet to sign a new contract of service with the clan after you advanced to Second Grade, I am here to give you special notice. You and your subordinates no longer belong to our Sarubo Clan!”

Adept Fügen had used some sort of magic in his last sentence. It wasnʼt just the adepts present who could hear him speak. Even the adventurers and mercenaries who had fled to the woods and the apprentices and adepts within the tower could clearly hear his words.

For a moment, numerous adepts and apprentices within Fire Throne gasped and drew in breaths of cold air.

A commotion started to break out.

A large group of vampires came to seek trouble, and the Sarubo Clan was kicking Greem out of their door. This time, a disaster had fallen upon Fire Throne! Could they, as members of Fire Throne, survive this calamity?

No one would compromise when it came to the matter of their own lives.

Greem could sense Fire Throne turning into a bubbling volcano. All sorts of angered and pessimistic emotions erupted and were directed at him, the owner of the tower.

Of course, the greatest backlash came from the staying adepts.

They were not core adepts of Fire Throne in the first place. They had only chosen to stay here as staying adepts for the welfare benefits they could get here. Naturally, they were the ones with the most unstable emotions when faced with the calamity descending upon the tower.

There was no way they would agree to fight with the Vik vampires for the sake of Fire Throne.

Greem immediately received countless resignation requests from inside the tower through the control crystal. There were adepts, as well as apprentices, potions masters, herbalists, tamers, skinners, and tanners.

Some of the more impatient fellows didnʼt even wait for Greemʼs reply and quickly left after packing their belongings.

A short moment later, a horde of people swarmed out of Fire Cave. They bowed before Greem, Gargamel, and all the other vampires, shouting ʼI am not a member of the tower,ʼ before scattering and taking to the woods.

Gargamel saw plenty of familiar faces in the crowd.

These staying adepts had never stopped fawning before him, the deputy owner of the tower, all for the sake of resources and benefits. Yet now, when Fire Throne faced a crisis, they were the fastest to run.

Gargamel paid particular attention to the staying adepts, but Greemʼs focus was on a strange figure mixed amongst the crowd.

That person didnʼt run into the woods nearby like the rest after exiting Fire Cave. Instead, he took to the skies and slowly flew to Fügenʼs side.

He might have been cloaked in black robes and had his hood pulled down, but Greem could still recognize him by his familiar soul flux.

Am!

A stationed adept of Fire Throne.

One of Greemʼs oldest disciples.

His behavior right now indicated his true identity.

It seemed the Sarubo Clanʼs precautions and monitoring against Greem had already started when he had returned from the Knightʼs Plane. Am was a patient person as well to have stayed undercover by Greemʼs side for so long.

Given that to be the case, it was evident that Adept Am was the one responsible for the Sarubo Clan having such a clear grasp of the happenings within Fire Throne!

For a moment, Greem and Gargamel were like two stubborn rocks in a river, standing still as many adepts, apprentices, and craftsmen swarmed out of Fire Cave and escaped into the woods.

Their proud figures appeared to be so lonely and desolate!

Haines, who remained casually seated in his black chair, lightly shook the wineglass in his hand. A cold and disdainful smile appeared on his pale and sharp face.

It was an atmosphere he had intentionally manufactured, the sole purpose of which was to make Greem feel the pain of betrayal and the agony of defeat before he died.

That was the only way he could pay Greem back for the great shame of destroying a manor within Vik territory!

Leicester, who was involved in the matter as well, also let out a sinister laugh.

The excellent talent of that female vampire had kept him up at night ever since the incident at Rose Manor half a month ago. If she were allowed to continue growing at this rate, a bloodline backlash would become a definite reality in the future.