Heres chapter 23. Enjoy. -Author McAuthoryAuthorGuy

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“We can’t thank you enough Sear.” As the chaos was dwindling down, the town officials began to bombard him with compliments. Sadly, he didn’t listen.

“Yeah, yeah. It was nothing.” Turning around, he quickly utilized air magic and put out all of the fires in the city, along with rebuilding the outer wall that got destroyed.

“I’ll go back home and sleep. I’ll be up in a few hours.” Motioning goodbye, he began to walk back towards his home.

I hope it didn’t get destroyed. Then I would have to rebuild it once again. But its funny how people think they can take a whole city that easily. Well, they did almost take, if I wasn’t there they probably would have now that I think about it. Hmmm, I guess I should try to make the guards better.

In a few minutes he was back at his untouched house. Well, except for a few spots of blood here and there and a few bodies by his door.

Walking forward, he kicked the bodies out of the way until he had a way to the door. Walking inside, he slowly walked up to his room before closing the door and falling face first into the bed.

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In the outskirts of the country…

Along the frontier of the city that connected with Greenjorn, villages and towns from both sides were burning.

“Quick! Someone get a healer! Commodore Feltin was wounded by an enemy and his whole left arm is gone from the elbow down. We have burned the edge of the arm to stop the bleeding but he lost too much blood!”

As the seaman spoke, another barrage of waves the size of palaces was sent towards the coast of Megrib.

Screams were heard as the waves tore through the camp. Men were smashed, crushed, and then pulled back into the ocean to find that the water was pressing down upon them taking them to the very bottom of the bay at a much quicker pace than usual.

Definitely the production of magic.

As chaos unfolded, on the other side of the bay a certain man could do nothing but laugh.

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After Sear’s Nap

Getting up, Sear pushed his hair back and got up. Making a quick ball of water and splashing it on his face, he realized that he had let his hair grow out a bit too long. It now reached past his shoulders by a few centimeters.

Quickly grabbing it behind his head, he cut off 10 centimeters off of the end and let it down once more.

Happy with it, he walked out the door and slowly made his way to the town hall. He would probably have another day of listening to them conversing about random things.

I would train some soldiers but I doubt we have many left. Maybe I can convince the council to let me buy a mercenary group? I heard that there was one camped an hour outside the city…Hmmm…

Walking inside the council area, heads turned to face him as he sat down.

“Ah, you’re here Sear. We have been discussing ways we could protect the city from bandits while we rebuild now that most of our soldiers have been killed.

Well isn’t this some luck. Sometimes I feel as if there is something greater than me making my life go the way he wants. Oh well.

“Actually, I was thinking that I could hire the mercenary band that’s on the road near here. I can get all the money myself, I would just need your approval.”

“Well, it could help, but they aren’t that skilled… ah screw it, go ahead.”

‘Thank you.” He stood up, and left before anybody had another say. Smiling, he quickly ran home. In his basement, he quickly picked up a divine pot. Using earth magic, he recreated another 20. That should be enough to hire then for a few years.

Considering most mercenaries worked for 100 pots a day, 20 divine pots which were worth 10 million pots each should be more than enough.

It was sad that he still didn’t know exactly what they were made of. While he could summon the same metals as the normal coin, he had no idea how much of each or even what types it was that he used.

Oh Well, I’ll just go now.

Walking towards the outer wall of the city, he watched as people slowly began to take the corpses away. For now, all of the injured were being healed by mages while those without homes were sent to a camp in the highest layer.

It would probably be a few days before the reconstruction of the homes began, but they would most likely now be mostly stone.

Continuing to walk, he soon reached the outer wall of the city. Saluting to the few still remaining guards, he walked out and began to run along the road leading to the capital city.

In a few hours he would reach the mercenary camp.

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A Few Hours Later…

Ahh, I can see the smoke rising in the distance and I can hear the clamoring of weapons. I am quite close by now.

Slowing his pace from an inhuman run to normal job before finally coming up on the camp.

It was quite large, sporting one of the largest mercenary groups in the continent with over 600 people in it.

As he stopped running and began looking around, he noticed several of the nearby men taking out their swords and looking at him with bloodlust.

“I’m here to talk to your leader. Where is he?” Looking around, he saw several of the men sneer.

“And what makes you think he cares? He’s a busy man, now get out!” Drawing his sword, the man charged Sear.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

Looking at the man, he was surprised that he was quite fast for his size. With at least 2 meters in height and arms the size of small tree trunks, he was someone who most people would run from.

Sadly, his form was horrible.

Noticing several flaws in the man’s stance, Sear rushed forward. As the man delivered a downwards swing, Sear sidestepped it and landed a solid kick, infused with magic of course, right to the man’s liver.

As the man fell to the ground coughing up blood, Sear spoke. “Can any of you tell me where your leader is?” Seeing most of them shrink back, he charged towards one and pinned them to the floor. “So?”

“He…he’s at the central tent. It’s the one right next to the bonfire. Impossible to miss.” Letting go of the man who almost pissed himself, Sear began to walk towards the bonfire.

On the way, he noticed that he would quickly have to teach these thugs some manners.

Continuing, he soon reached the big tent. Outside of it stood two men who were even burlier than the other man he just subdued, and they motioned for him to enter, having seen the fight.

Walking into the tent, he looked around. There were a few sleeping mats on the floor and on the other side of the room stood a man seated behind a large desk.

“Well then, speak up. What do you want from me?” The man’s voice was quite weird, having both a high and low tone to it. Shrugging it off, he took a better look at the man.

With a short military cut, a large cut along his left cheek, and a large beard, he looked exactly what you would expect a mercenary too.

“Straight to the point I see. Well, I’m here to hire you…”

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