The Watson Magic Guild (2)

Gleson didn't seem to find this scene particularly unusual. He pointed to two people with fifth-rank magician badges and said to Drogo, "Look, the one on the left is Tyler, and the one on the right is Fennimore. They're both intermediate fifth-rank magicians and the heads of the Watson Magic Guild in Barlow City."

Drogo nodded and didn't say anything. He had already seen for himself that, as Gleson had said, these two were clearly focused on wood-based magic, as evidenced by the large amounts of wood elements gathered around them. With Gleson's strength, dealing with these two was certainly within his capabilities, but the other fourteen magicians were too weak to pose a threat to him.

"Gleson, you're really making us wait," said Tyler, a fifth-rank magician, with a pair of beady eyes.

Before Gleson could say anything, Fennimore, the other fifth-rank magician next to Tyler, interrupted, "Don't blame Gleson, Tyler. After all, his branch is about to disappear from Barlow City. Let him remember everything here well, so that he can do the same thing in the underworld and continue to be the guild leader. Oh no, I misspoke. It should be his vice guild leader."

Fennimore was a big, burly guy who was no less imposing than Gleson in terms of physique. However, his thin, high-pitched voice and tone sent shivers down Drogo's spine when he spoke, and Drogo immediately saw him flick his pinkie over his hair as he talked...

Gleson in front of Drogo spat on the ground loudly.

"Ugh! Every time I see you, I feel sick. Are you two bastards itching for a fight again? Is it because you thought I went too easy on you last time, and you want to lie in bed for another couple of months?"

"Hmph, who's to say who'll be lying down? Right, Tyler?"

As Drogo saw Fennimore's massive body twist and lean against Tyler while speaking, he felt like he was going to throw up right then and there.

Even though he had seen many similar people in his previous world, those people could at least use certain methods to make themselves appear more aesthetically pleasing. But this Fennimore... he was truly beyond words.

Drogo turned to Gleson, wanting to see how he would handle it. In situations like this, the two sides could be considered archenemies, and verbal disputes were useless. In the end, it would still come down to fists.

Gleson spat again and said, "Let's go then! But this time, it won't be as simple as you guys leaving."

Gleson's words seemed to have hit a sore spot for the Watson guild members, as their faces turned red one by one, and even "bashful" Fennimore stood up from Tyler's side, glaring at Gleson with hatred.

To Drogo's surprise, even with the tension so high, neither side immediately started fighting. Gleson even gave Drogo a signal with his eyes and turned around to walk inside. The members of the Watson guild, who were clearly infuriated, followed closely behind Gleson through the gate.

Gleson quietly said to Drogo, "Brother, are you curious why they didn't start the fight outside, and why I brought them inside?"

Drogo nodded as Gleson said, "We're both fighting, but we have an understanding. We keep the conflict within the Mage Guild and avoid causing larger disputes."

"Oh?"

Drogo was very curious, it seemed that there were many secrets between the two Mage Guilds.

Gleson continued to explain, "Basically, we're fighting for territory, and the rule is that the defeated side automatically gives up the right to establish a branch. It's like if they come to challenge me, the battle will take place in our branch's Mage Arena. If I lose and lose my life, then their branch naturally takes over here. Even if I'm still alive, if I lose the fight, I must give up the branch here."

Drogo suddenly realized that it seemed that both Mage Guilds were deliberately keeping the conflict within a certain limit to make it look like an internal dispute.

But Drogo had a hunch that there must be more to it than that, something that even Gleson didn't know.

Gleson chuckled in Drogo's ear and said, "It's just me, and I'm too lazy to go challenge them. They always come over to challenge me. The last time was two months ago, I beat them all up and forced them to roll out of the Mage Arena and all the way to the door. You don't know how satisfying it was to see them rolling around on the ground..."

"Um..."

Drogo finally understood why the people from the Watson Mage Guild were so angry when Gleson said "roll out." It turned out that these guys had actually been forced to "roll out" by this big brother of his.

"Gleson, did you notice that guy?"

Gleson was taken aback and asked, "Who?"

"The guy in the red cloak that covers his whole body."

"Oh, him, of course I saw him."

They were talking about the only person in the other group who wasn't wearing a Mage Badge. He was wearing a red cloak with a very large hood that covered his face completely.

Drogo frowned and said, "I have a feeling that this guy is a bit strange. You should be careful."