conflict

The clouds in the sky quickly flew towards the back of the floating ship. The floating ship was moving above the sea at a speed unimaginable to the sea creatures.

It was the third day since they left Zeckerton Port. The deck of the floating ship, which used to be empty, was now crowded with casters in groups of three to five.

No matter how hardworking a caster was, they were still human. They needed to rest and relax.

The limited deck and cabin space meant that the casters couldn't carry out their experiments as they pleased. Not everyone was like Angelina, who could carry so many books with her. As the days grew longer and longer, the Lehrlings started a new round of socializing.

On the floating ship to the Sanctum, a few Lehrlings formed a few small organizations on the spur of the moment.

"Daenie, do you want to join Heaven's Arrow?" Daenie, who was whispering to Angelina on the deck, was interrupted by a yellow-haired young man with tiny freckles on his face.

"I … I …" Daenie, who was chatting happily with Angelina just a moment ago, was so nervous that she couldn't utter a word. The beautiful girl had never been good at socializing.

"You're just a low-rank Lehrling. If you want to make a name for yourself in the Sanctum, you'll need the strength of a group, right?" The yellow-haired young man seemed to have foreseen that Daenie would say yes. Without waiting for her to say anything, he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards their small group.

"Let's go. I'll introduce you to the others." Perhaps the yellow-haired Caster had gone stupid from studying magic, he didn't notice Daenie's obvious reluctance.

"Let go!" "Let go!"

Two voices rang out at the same time. The first belonged to Angelina, while the other belonged to Locke, who had just come out of the basement.

Angelina was obviously furious. Didn't the yellow-haired Caster see that Daenie was talking to her? Why did he drag her away like that?

Locke, on the other hand, saw Daenie's pitiful expression. He didn't know what was going on and thought that the yellow-haired Caster was going to bully Daenie. He threw off his shirt, which was still smelling of the basement's rotten smell, and charged towards the Caster with his bare upper body.

Locke, whose arms were thicker than the magician's thighs, pounced on the blonde magician like a ferocious beast.

The yellow-haired Magister reacted quickly when he saw that Locke didn't come with good intentions. Only a few people could go to the Sanctum to train. A sharp rock spike as long as an arm grew out of his palm.

The first thing he did was cast the intermediate spell, Rock Piercer. This was a mid-level Magus Apprentice.

But before he could complete the spell in his palm, Locke had already rushed to his side. The veins on his arms bulged as he grabbed the magician's palm with his right hand.

"Argh!" The yellow-haired caster screamed. The sound came from Locke's right hand. The bones in the caster's palm were probably fractured.

However, this was only a minor injury. Judging from the chaotic earth elements around the Magician, Locke had probably interrupted the spell he was about to cast. Mana recoil and the impact on his mental power were the most serious injuries the yellow-haired Magician had sustained.

The heavily injured yellow-haired Magister had no time to care about Daenie anymore. He had let go of Daenie's arm and was rolling on the ground while hugging his broken palm.

"You really can't take a beating." Locke shrugged. Many casters had gathered around them to watch the show. Most of them looked at the yellow-haired Magister with sympathy, while the others looked at Locke with hostility.

Locke was the only one among the casters on the ship. He'd been keeping a low profile for the past few days and rarely appeared in the eyes of the casters. But now that he'd fought, it was hard for him to keep a low profile.

"Marcus!" A group of Lehrlings, who seemed to be the yellow-haired Magister's companions, rushed out from the crowd to check on his injuries worriedly.

Two of them glared at Locke with unfriendly expressions, but that was all.

Many of them had seen Locke's speed. Even peak-rank high-rank Lehrlings would have to consider if they could cast magic shields fast enough to fight a high-rank Knecht at such a close distance.

Locke turned around as if nothing had happened and asked with concern, "Daenie, are you alright?" He didn't seem to care at all that his back was exposed.

After spending the past few days with them, he had already realized that apart from a few people who gave him a sense of danger, the rest of the magic apprentices on this ship were harmless "white sheep."

These casters only knew how to study and research in the laboratory. How could they be a match for Locke, who'd killed his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the narrow space of the floating ship?

Of course, it was hard to say if they were too far away. The yellow-haired Magister had just prepared a mid-level spell, and Locke, who wasn't wearing any armour, would definitely be seriously injured if he took it head-on.

Even so, Locke wasn't too worried that the casters would make a move. His Eaglemaster wasn't just for show. The impetus generated from activating it and the increased agility allowed him to last a long time under the spells. It was more than enough time for him to chop off the heads of those who attacked him.

"Are you alright?" Angelina squeezed out from the crowd. She'd seen Locke rushing to Daenie's rescue and the yellow-haired Magister's elemental backlash after his spell was interrupted.

"I'm fine." Daenie shook her head. Her smooth blue hair covered her reddened arm from being strangled earlier. The yellow-haired Magister was quite strong.

"Hmph!" Locke saw everything.

"Send Daenie back to her room to rest. I'll deal with them." Locke glanced at the yellow-haired Magister and the others.

"Okay." Angelina was aware of Locke's abilities. She agreed and helped Daenie back to her room.

"Come on, let's settle our scores!" Locke loosened his muscles and bones, the crisp sound of bones cracking could be heard from all parts of his body. He was ready to fight.

"Marcus and his gang are in trouble."

"Yeah. Even if they have water casters in their small organization, they wouldn't go looking for those three."

"I'm afraid they don't know that those three live on the second floor."

"I heard that the golden-haired Magister is the grand-pupil of a Magister on the ship. The knight was also brought up by that Magister."

"Then they're doomed."

...

Whispers could be heard from the crowd. As Locke's identity was revealed, the group of casters' initial hostility slowly turned into pity for the yellow-haired Magister and his gang.

Other than Locke, who was standing there with his muscles exposed, the yellow-haired Magister and his gang were the only ones left at the scene.

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