The Most Arbitrary Wizard

Chapter 176: Chapter 103: "Sorry, Got the Wrong Person

Of all the people to provoke, he had to pick the Night Watcher.

This was a man who wouldn’t even spare his allies any face.

And just as expected, the Night Watcher spoke.

His voice was countless times colder than before.

"You think you’re worthy of me opening my eyes?"

Sabeck: "?"

"Fine, fine, fine."

"It seems this old gentleman has quite the backbone."

"In that case, allow me to give you a taste of the sea!"

Sabeck sneered, the Spell leaving his lips: "Tasu Vormachi, Credor!"

The spell of the waterspout, erector of black clouds upon the sea!

The moment the words fell, the floor began to tremble. The entire Jimmyria was affected, swaying precariously in the turbulent wind and waves. Outside the window, a waterspout rapidly approached. Under Sabeck’s guidance, it "bent over," curving at a near ninety-degree angle like a true water dragon lowering its head, searching for an angle to strike.

Sabeck intended to make an example of him.

He would show Sean and the others the consequences of disrespecting a Sea Witch and refusing to cooperate!

Sopea retreated to the side in time, apparently afraid of getting caught in the crossfire.

Just as the waterspout was about to smash through the window, the Night Watcher slowly raised a hand toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

The next second, the churning water came to an abrupt halt.

The aggressive water dragon, as if it had a mind of its own, seemed to have encountered something it couldn’t afford to provoke. It began to rapidly retreat, the process looking exactly like a video of the waterspout’s formation played in reverse. The same way it had emerged from the sea, it now shrank back into it.

The Night Watcher hadn’t even chanted a Spell; he had just forced the waterspout back.

Sean’s heart skipped a beat. ’This old man is strong,’ he thought.

’No wonder several of the great families couldn’t take him down even when they ganged up on him.’

Sabeck, however, was stunned. His elegant composure vanished, replaced by a look of shock and disbelief. "Who are you?!" he demanded.

Although he hadn’t used his full Power for that Magic, to suppress the waterspout so easily, the old man’s Tier had to be at least 5.9, or even 6.0.

He had still underestimated the Night Watcher.

The Night Watcher’s true Tier was actually 6.7, and he commanded Magic Power upwards of 1600 Lak—even higher than the 6.5 reported in the great families’ intelligence.

The Night Watcher’s eyes remained closed. He said the same thing as before:

"You are not worthy to know."

This attitude instantly sent Sabeck into a towering rage.

On one hand, he was trying to cover up the embarrassment of his failed attempt to make an example of him; on the other, he was genuinely furious.

This wasn’t just a matter of being looked down upon; the man wasn’t even treating him as a human being, not even sparing him a single glance.

What Tier Five High-tier Wizard didn’t have a bit of pride?

Sabeck bit down on his cigar. "Don’t get cocky, old man. This place is surrounded by my men. No matter how tough you are, how many can you take on?"

As long as one wasn’t a Grand Mage, they could be overwhelmed with numbers.

The people in the room were only half of his force; the other half was waiting in the hallway. No one was getting away today!

"Young man, I think you’ve misunderstood something," Adelf said gently. "Why don’t you look outside and see who’s really surrounding whom?"

Sabeck hadn’t wanted to look, but he was right next to the floor-to-ceiling window and subconsciously glanced down.

He wished he hadn’t. The sight made Sabeck’s stomach drop, and his eyelid began to twitch uncontrollably.

The hotel’s welcome plaza was packed with people who had appeared from nowhere—a dense, black sea of heads.

One might explain it away as the hotel being extremely busy, with everyone wanting to book a room. The problem was, all those heads were looking up.

Like a crowd watching a flag-raising ceremony, every single one of them had a hostile gaze and a murderous aura. Even from ten floors up, Sabeck felt a sense of being "trampled."

His thinking was correct: as long as you weren’t facing a Grand Mage, numbers could make up for a gap in Magic Power.

But he wasn’t a Grand Mage either, and this "rule" applied to him just the same.

He had brought a hundred men this time, thinking it was more than enough. He never expected Sean to have more than ten times his number. Looking at the dense crowd of heads, there had to be at least a thousand people!

With that many Wizards, they could stomp him to death even if each person just gave him one kick.

’I’m screwed...’ Sabeck’s heart sank to the abyss. The cigar, no longer held firmly in his mouth, fell to the floor.

He knew he had walked into a trap.

Out here on the vast, empty sea, everyone was isolated and helpless—including him.

Sean cleaned out his ear and said, "What did you say your name was again? Sea Witch?"

"I hear you’re invincible at sea?"

"Since you’re invincible, you can definitely take on a thousand men, right?"

Sabeck: "..."

’I could.’

’I’d just die a very ugly death.’

Elvire smiled mockingly. "Keep talking. Weren’t you just acting all high and mighty, saying you were going to see us to our graves?"

Sabeck: "..."

’Seeing them to their graves is off the table.’

’At best, I can offer up some of my own men’s heads.’

Sabeck didn’t understand. He had hidden himself so well. How did Sean and the others find him?

And to even set such a massive trap.

Simply despicable!

At this point, Sabeck had no choice but to play his trump card.

His gaze swept over the group as he asked, "Do you know a Mr. Chalevsky?"

"What, can’t win so you’re calling for backup?" Elvire mocked. "Never heard of him. Why don’t you introduce us?"

This was a perfect chance to see just who had sent this Sea Witch.

But to their surprise, Sabeck calmly replied, "Oh, you don’t know him."

"So after all this, it turns out Chalevsky isn’t here."

"My apologies, I’ve come to the wrong place."

Sabeck picked up his cigar, brushed off the ash, put it back in his mouth, and said to his men, "This has all been a misunderstanding. Fall back!"

His trembling men: "Yes, sir!"

Sean and the others: "?"

’A misunderstanding, my ass!’

Did he think this was some open-air market he could just wander in and out of as he pleased?

"All of you, halt!"

Sabeck: "Farewell!"

He turned and ran.

Sean was puzzled. Why were all the Witch Hunters he’d met recently the type to flee the moment things went south?

’Could this guy be from the Florist Family too?’

Honestly, he much preferred Quill’s personality type.

The more reckless the enemy, the easier things were for them.

Sabeck ran fast.

But no matter how fast he was, he wasn’t faster than light.

Kate appeared at the door as if by Instant Teleportation, throwing a punch at Sabeck’s head.

BZZZT!

A manic burst of Magic Power erupted.

Sabeck himself was fine; as a fellow Tier Five, he could take a punch from the Light Attendant. His underlings, however, were not so lucky. They had all been running for the door when Kate suddenly appeared. Sabeck raised a hand to counter, and the aftershock of Magic Power from their collision was no less powerful than a large grenade exploding at close range, sending all of them flying.

A few unlucky ones even crashed right through the floor-to-ceiling window, taking advantage of the Day of Abstinence to give everyone a flying trapeze performance.

Luckily, the crowd below was full of Wizards, who caught them securely.

Then they were tied up and sent to the cargo hold.

Sabeck couldn’t escape either.

Theoretically, Kate shouldn’t have been able to stop him. This was the sea, after all.

But he couldn’t contend with the Night Watcher’s overwhelming strength.

Every time he tried to borrow the Power of the sea, the Night Watcher would force it back. It was as if the Night Watcher had forcibly severed his connection to the ocean, trapping him on an isolated island. This left Sabeck feeling incredibly frustrated and completely bewildered. Who was this old man, and how could his abilities be so terrifying...?

If he had known the old man was called the Night Watcher, he probably wouldn’t have been surprised.

Because they were not only at sea, but it was also nighttime.

The deeper the night, the stronger the Night Watcher.

But that was something Sabeck would never get to experience.

A Witch Hunter of his level wasn’t worthy of the Night Watcher acting personally.

But Elise, Yisha, and the others showed no such restraint.

Ten minutes later, all 101 Witch Hunters, including Sabeck, were "in the net."

With that, the final mission of Sabeck’s career came to a successful conclusion.

In the chilled cargo hold, Sabeck lay on the ground with his hands tied behind his back, shivering from the cold.

He didn’t know when he would be able to stand up again.

But he would not submit.

Sean and the others would certainly interrogate him next. If he didn’t talk, they might even torture him.

This was the Jimmyria, sailing on the open sea. No one could help him here.

But he wasn’t afraid.

He was a man of mettle, and more than that, a proud High-tier Wizard. He would never bring shame to the name of the Sea Witch!

"Bring on the torture! If I so much as frown, I’m not the Sea Witch!"

"Is that so?" said Sean. "If you’re going to say that, then I won’t hold back."

"Yisha."

"Yes, what are your orders, Teacher?"

"Go get a math test. Make him finish it in half an hour."

Sabeck: "???"

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