89: Chapter 89 Reversal

Just as the cavalrymen walked up to Byron with mocking smiles, a smile suddenly appeared on Byron's previously expressionless face, and he reached out his palm toward them.

Seeing Byron make such an expression and gesture, the cavalrymen burst into laughter.

But they didn't laugh for long; it was as if something had grabbed their throats, and their laughter ceased abruptly, their expressions turning stiff and terrified.

At this moment, a scorching Elemental Fireball the size of a basketball suddenly appeared on the palm Byron had extended.

The space around the fireball was slightly distorted under the searing heat that was terrifying to behold.

At the same time, that nauseating voice rang out once again from within the ornate carriage.

"Why are you just standing there like idiots? Why don't you make a move? Do you intend to rebel?!"

Because their view was blocked by the cavalrymen, the two people sitting in the carriage did not see the fireball that had appeared in Byron's hand.

As the fat man's dissatisfied voice rang out, the knights seemed to come back to their senses, just about to let out terrified screams.

However, they saw Byron gently raise a finger to his lips, making a gesture for silence.

At the same time, the Elemental Fireball on his palm began to dance violently, even drifting in front of the knights.

Feeling the high temperature emitted by the fireball before them, the knights fell silent one after another, not daring to defy Byron's request.

They did not doubt for a moment that if they spoke, the fireball would burn them to ashes the next instant.

Thinking of this, the knights began to tremble even more violently.

Seeing this scene, Byron nodded with satisfaction.

"Fine. Now, take me back to meet your esteemed Viscount."

Although Byron was furious, he did not lose his reason and start a massacre.

After all, the Elemental Fireball was sufficiently intimidating, but its power was indeed a bit too great, and he wasn't sure he could control it well.

After all, after the Elemental Fireball was triggered, it also dealt area-of-effect damage.

He could not guarantee that the flames splashing out wouldn't touch the Mortals in the surrounding area.

Let alone being hit head-on, even if they were grazed by the splashing flames, there would be no saving them; they would be dead on the spot, with not even a corpse left behind.

Byron also remembered the two iron laws that his mentor, Isolde, had warned him about.

Do not massacre Mortals on a large scale, and do not significantly influence the future trajectory of the Kingdom of Cold Ash.

Although he didn't know the specific standard for "do not massacre Mortals on a large scale," based on the nature of wizards, it likely meant at least slaughtering a city, and not just one or two, but at least seven or eight.

Only then would it satisfy the nature of a wizard.

However, this was just Byron's guess; it was better to let fewer people die if he could.

As for not significantly influencing the future trajectory of the kingdom, Byron was not worried.

It was just a Viscount, nothing serious; at most, it would only affect the city of Savien.

Hearing Byron's request, the knights' hearts trembled, knowing his intentions.

But looking at the fireball swaying before them, they couldn't bring themselves to refuse and nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Byron nodded in satisfaction and then dissipated the fireball.

Afterward, he walked in the middle of the knights, as if he were being captured and escorted by them.

Seeing this, the greed and excitement on the fat man's face were almost overflowing.

Looking at Byron's handsome features and tall, slender figure, the image of pinning him down involuntarily surfaced in his mind, and his body began to heat up uncontrollably.

As for the effeminate man in his arms, he felt the fat man's change and knew what he was thinking.

However, he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction toward the fat man and could only become increasingly venomous toward Byron, having already decided how to deal with him once he fell into his hands.

How dare he seduce the Viscount!

However, just as the fat man and the effeminate man were fantasizing, the leader of the guards protecting the carriage sensed that something was wrong.

Why was that kid who was supposedly captured not afraid at all, even able to smile, while the soldiers he had sent were all looking miserable?!

Seeing this, the guard leader did not hesitate and immediately shouted, "Alert! Do not let that person get near the Viscount!!!"

Before the words had even faded, both the guards protecting the carriage and the soldiers standing on both sides of the road reacted quickly, splitting into two teams.

The guards who had been protecting the carriage formed a human wall, shielding the carriage behind them.

As for those standing on both sides of the road, they headed toward Byron, intending to surround him.

Startled by the guard leader's shout, the two people fantasizing in the carriage trembled, both going limp, a look of shame and anger appearing on their faces.

"Alfred, why are you suddenly shouting?!"

The fat man shouted at the guard leader in annoyance.

Alfred was looking at Byron with vigilance, and to the fat man's question, he only said a simple sentence.

"Viscount, we will hold him back in a moment; you just sit in the carriage and run toward Savien, and do not stop under any circumstances!"

At the same time, the soldiers standing on the walls of Savien also saw the scene of the guards protecting the carriage.

Seeing this, their expressions, which had previously been in the mood for watching a show, changed drastically, and they hurriedly ran down from the city walls to rescue the Viscount.

After all, if the Viscount were to have an accident right in front of them, they would certainly be in big trouble; they would at least be stripped of a layer of skin.

Back on the main road, in front of the carriage.

At this moment, Byron looked at the guards rushing toward him and the carriage surrounded by the crowd, the smile on his face growing even more profound.

"I originally wanted to leave you a way to survive, but you insist on courting death. Tell me, what am I supposed to do now—"

Hearing Byron's voice, the complexion of the cavalrymen standing around him changed instantly.

However, they were at least soldiers who had received professional training; at this moment, they didn't freeze but subconsciously tried to draw their swords and slash at Byron.

However, before they could even draw their blades, their bodies went limp, their eyes instantly turned dull, and they fell from their horses, motionless.

At the same time, a translucent arm emerged, appearing within everyone's line of sight.

Seeing this, the other soldiers were fine, but the guard leader and the Viscount's eyes constricted, as if they had thought of something, their faces full of disbelief and terror.

Seeing the two's reactions, a smile appeared at the corners of Byron's mouth.

It seemed that things were indeed as he had thought; to Mortals, wizards might be characters from fairy tales.

But for those with a certain status, even if they hadn't truly seen a wizard, they at least knew some snippets of rumors and knew that wizards were not fake.

In this way, another one of Byron's troubles was also resolved.

Since there were traces of wizard activity here, it meant that he would be able to purchase some of the things he needed.

At the very least, it would satisfy the conditions for his experiments to continue.