Chapter 43

After all, Masen also participated in today's auction, so it was impossible for him not to recognize Khadgar...

This could only be blamed on Masen himself. Throughout the entire auction, he had been restless, eagerly waiting for it to end, not even glancing at the auction stage once. From start to finish, he had been thinking about how to corner Lin Yun, to the point that now, he actually said in front of Khadgar, "This old man looks a bit familiar..."

"Is this how Mafu Mengqi educates his son?" Khadgar looked at Masen with a dark face, his cold voice filled with barely suppressed anger. Although he didn't stand up, the unique pressure of an Archmage spread out, instantly making the reception room feel as heavy as a mountain.

The magical fluctuations that followed were like a hurricane, lifting up all the books on the bookshelves behind him...

"Is it also within your power to make things difficult for the honored guests of the Black Horn Auction House?" Khadgar stood up amidst the flying pages. With just a wave of his hand, seven or eight armed family mercenaries were sent flying one after another, each flying over ten meters, crashing heavily into the walls of the reception room like balls.

The dull thuds made everyone's scalp tingle...

"Old man, you... you dare to lay a hand on someone from the Mengqi family!" Faced with this sudden change, Masen was completely frightened. Holding two glass bottles in his hands, his legs were so weak that he couldn't even walk, but he still tried to put on a brave face.

However, before he could finish his bravado, he was pulled back by Jonathan...

"Y-Young Master, h-he... he seems to be Khadgar..." Jonathan's voice grew lower and lower, his head buried as he spoke, and by the time he finished, he didn't even dare to look up.

"So what if it's Khadgar? Does Khadgar dare to lay a hand on someone from the Mengqi family?" Masen instinctively retorted, but as soon as he finished speaking, his face froze, and his words became stammering: "K-K-Khadgar?"

Masen indeed didn't know what Khadgar looked like, but this didn't mean he hadn't heard of the name. In the land of Stormwind, anyone with a bit of status knew who Khadgar was. He was the chief auctioneer of the Black Horn Auction House, a man who was both an Archmage and a Grand Alchemist. Counting all of Stormwind, in terms of status and position, perhaps only Solomon of the Sage Tower could match him.

Even if Masen were a hundred times more ignorant, he would know what the name Khadgar meant...

"I knew it, I knew it... I knew it would be like this again..." Masen stood there in a daze, not knowing whether to take out or put back the two glass bottles in his hands, feeling completely at a loss. He kept muttering, "I knew Mafa Merlin's luck is always this good..."

The scene was all too familiar...

Masen didn't know why he was so unlucky. Why did every time he wanted to teach this scoundrel a lesson, it would end up like this? In the Sage Tower, there was Solon; in the auction hall, there was Faro; in the auction box, there was Solomon. Just when he finally managed to corner the person, Khadgar appeared. Why was he so unlucky?

"Y-Young Master, quickly apologize to Archmage Khadgar..." Fortunately, Jonathan reacted quickly. Seeing the situation, he quickly pulled on Masen's sleeve to remind him.

This wasn't a joke. In an Archmage's reception room, holding weapons and threatening his guests was enough to bring the entire Mengqi family to ruin. This was a direct challenge to an Archmage's dignity. Khadgar would be justified in killing them all.

This was a major disaster. Not just for himself and Masen, but even if Mengqi himself came, it wouldn't help. The only thing they could do now was to apologize quickly, hoping that Archmage Khadgar would be magnanimous and not take offense at such a small person. Otherwise, they could only hope for the best...

"Apologize?" Khadgar's cold snort made the temperature in the reception room drop sharply. Although he made no move, the heavy pressure made both of them feel suffocated.

This time, Khadgar was truly angry. For an Archmage's reception room to be invaded by Masen and his group was one thing, but the key was that they were pointing weapons at Mage Merlin, the most important guest of the Black Horn Auction House. He had spent countless efforts to establish a cooperative relationship, and now Masen was forcing the guest to eat two glass bottles. If he hadn't been there, and the guest had really eaten the bottles, how would he have handled the situation?

If Mage Merlin had any negative impressions of the Black Horn Auction House, could the Mengqi family afford the consequences?

Thinking of this possibility, Khadgar's gaze towards Masen grew even colder.

"K-K-Khadgar Archmage, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't know you were here..." Masen, who had been pampered since childhood, had never seen such a scene. Being stared at by an Archmage, even Mengqi himself would have been scared stiff. As he stammered his apologies, Masen was on the verge of tears...

He couldn't help but cry...

Masen, no matter how foolish, knew that an Archmage was an untouchable existence. Provoking an Archmage in Stormwind was almost like committing suicide. Masen wasn't ready to die yet, so the only thing he could do was to apologize desperately, hoping Khadgar would let him off.

"What good does apologizing to me do? You offended Mage Merlin. If you want to apologize, apologize to Mage Merlin. If he forgives you, that's best. If not..."

Khadgar didn't say what would happen if Mage Merlin didn't forgive them, but his cold gaze and dark expression made Masen's legs go weak again. At this moment, Masen didn't care about past grievances, and the idea of eating the glass bottles was completely forgotten.

"Mage Merlin, I was wrong, I was really wrong..."

"Enough!" Lin Yun raised his hand, cutting off Masen's unoriginal performance. Compared to Faro, this was far too lacking.

Originally, Lin Yun didn't care whether Masen lived or died.

But Lin Yun also knew that Khadgar was in a difficult position. He had to give Mengqi some face. After all, Mengqi only had two sons. If one of them was quietly killed, how would Mengqi feel? But Masen had offended him, and if he didn't get an explanation, it wouldn't be right.

So Khadgar had passed the ball to him, saying, "If Mage Merlin forgives you, that's best." This meant that the decision on how to deal with Masen was left to him. If he let Masen go, Khadgar would offend neither side. If he didn't let Masen go, Khadgar would likely bite the bullet and kill him, but then he would owe Lin Yun a huge favor.

Khadgar had offended the Mengqi family, a massive entity, for his sake. If he made any requests in the future, how could he refuse?

This old man was too cunning...

Lin Yun cursed inwardly, not wanting to owe this favor: "Young Master Masen might have misunderstood me. It's not a big deal. If you have time, Archmage Khadgar, please help me enlighten him. It's not good to keep such a small misunderstanding in mind. I have some matters at the Gilded Rose to handle, so I'll take my leave."

"Is Mage Merlin really not staying a bit longer?"

"Really, I have something to do, really..." Lin Yun firmly declined Khadgar's invitation, taking the four magical materials and a crystal card worth 2,580,000 gold coins, and left Khadgar's reception room...

Just before leaving, Lin Yun remembered something and turned back to say, "By the way, Archmage Khadgar, if you have time, please help me make sure Young Master Masen eats those two glass bottles..."

"..."

After returning to the Gilded Rose, Lin Yun dove into the alchemy lab.

It wasn't until the sky was just beginning to brighten that Lin Yun melted the ice crystal containing the dragon's blood, dropping the precious drop into the boiling beaker. Instantly, a deep blue mist rose, and a captivating aroma filled the alchemy lab.

"Success!" Lin Yun wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking at the deep blue liquid in the beaker, a rare smile appearing on his face.

This was the Mana Baptism...

The Mana Baptism was renowned for its ability to completely transform one's physique. During the peak of the magical civilization, almost every newborn would undergo a Mana Baptism. This not only allowed them to complete their first magical accumulation but also thoroughly improved their physique. In that era, almost everyone was a genius mage, and what truly determined their achievements was only their own effort and opportunities.

Lin Yun was a bit late in using the Mana Baptism. The first magical accumulation was almost unnecessary for him, and the real benefit was the improvement of his physique.

However, this was precisely the most important thing for Lin Yun now. The body left by Mafa Merlin had too many flaws, so severe that even advancing to the Mage stage was problematic. Fortunately, Lin Yun had taken over this body; otherwise, anyone else might still be a magic apprentice.

The only solution to these flaws was the Mana Baptism in front of him...