Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4445

Chapter 4445: Lead by Example (Part 1)

It was hard to brag when the other guy barely acknowledged your existence or remembered your face.

"Tarak of Cerea, nice to meet you." Lith said with a straight face whenever someone tried to rub their victory in his face.

"Why are you introducing yourself again? We’ve already exchanged pleasantries at the beginning of our shift!" Jalen, the most recent winner of the unofficial contest of magical prowess, said in outrage.

"Did we?" Lith stared at him in utter confusion. "I’m sure you did a good job since I would remember you if you slacked off."

"A good job?" Jalen echoed, his nostril flaring and his face reddening from incredulity.

"Yeah, that’s what we get paid for." Lith tilted his head to the side, making the magico feel like the biggest fool on Mogar. "Is there something you need my help with?"

"No, I just came to offer you a drink." Jalen actually had brought nothing, so he handed Lith his own tankard.

He did it not out of friendship, but because he couldn’t live with making a pathetic exit right after such a pathetic entrance.

"Thanks, much appreciated, whoever you are." Lith took the beer mug with two hands. "It would have been polite of you to introduce yourself after I told you my name."

The other magicos burst into laughter, ruining Jalen’s plans for an honorable retreat and making him inwardly curse Lith. To make matters worse, Lith wasn’t even being sarcastic.

Without Solus, remembering names and faces of people he didn’t care about was beyond him. He remembered his travel companions only by nicknames related to their most outstanding characteristics, like their pungent smell or crooked teeth.

All things he couldn’t use as monikers without starting a fight.

The following day, Lith went to talk with Gelm as soon as he woke up.

"We have to be careful today, Chief." He pulled a map of the area out of his pocket dimension without even saying good morning. "Here, here, and here are the perfect spots for an ambush.

"Also, there’s a very bad choke point here, and it gets even worse if there are big trees in the area that the bandits can cut at the last moment to box us in. In their shoes, I’d pick this as the attack spot.

"The hill road is all twists and turns, and there is nothing we can use for cover if they throw big spells at us. Once the fallen trees cut our retreat path, getting out of there alive would be nigh-impossible.

"We would have to ditch the horses and move on foot, and with the snow covering the terrain, anything but the paved road is a trap in itself."

"Thanks for the warning, kid, but do you really believe we didn’t realize it on our own?" Gelm grunted as he put on his suspenders, gesturing to his assistant to get him a cup of strong, hot tea.

"I’m not saying that you are incompetent." Lith replied. "I’m just pointing out that either you are incompetent or our enemy must have a few aces up their sleeves. Otherwise, Countess Lark wouldn’t have sent me here."

Gelm turned red, but he couldn’t argue with facts.

’And here I joined the club of the biggest idiots on Mogar.’ Gelm thought. ’I think I finally understand why Lady Lark sent this guy to help us. He’s not just a pain in the ass for his allies. He’s also a scourge on his enemies.’

’Glasses, glasses on my nose, where the hell are my foes?’ He never engaged in a fair fight if he could avoid it, so he wore the Eyes on Menadion when the caravan was still at a safe distance from the choke point.

’Right there, my king. Kill them all so we can go home.’ He replied to himself as he spotted a dozen people armed with steel blades and bearing at best bright red mana cores.

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