Deities: Starting From Goblins
Chapter 1306 - Chapter 1306 Chapter 717 Leopard Head

Chapter 1306: Chapter 717 Leopard Head Chapter 1306: Chapter 717 Leopard Head “He never boasted about his strength; he always silently protected our city. With the Master present, we have a backbone, no longer afraid of any difficulties we may encounter.”

The murmurs of the crowd rose and fell, each expressing their admiration and gratitude for Logan in their own ways. Yet Logan, seemingly oblivious to the outside world, continued to focus on the magic books in his hands, occasionally looking up towards the window, his eyes twinkling with profound light.

Just then, the door of the shop was suddenly pushed open, and a figure stepped out. The crowd cast surprised glances as the man, none other than Logan, emerged. He wore a long black robe and stood tall, his face cold yet mysterious. His presence instantly silenced the surrounding crowd.

Logan casually glanced at the crowd as if he were looking at a group of insignificant ants. Then he slowly spoke, “Ladies and gentlemen, though my strength is acceptable, I am not capable of everything. True power comes from the resolve in one’s heart and the unrelenting pursuit of it. Remember this if you wish to grow stronger.”

Having said this, he turned and walked away, leaving the crowd stunned in place. They looked at one another, their minds filled with awe and enlightenment. Logan’s words, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the night sky, illuminated the path ahead for them.

In a corner of the Magic Market, outside a shop named “Shadow Magic Workshop,” a crowd gathered yet maintained a peculiar distance. Some stood and some sat, their gazes invariably focused on the figure inside–Logan, the legendary Magic Master. Logan was engrossed in an ancient, yellowed tome, wrapped in a faint veil of Demonic Qi, like a mysterious and alluring fog.

The people stared at Logan with unrestrained gazes, their eyes filled with both curiosity and reverence, as if Logan were an untouchable taboo. They exchanged glances, communicating their shock silently yet no one dared to disturb him.

“The Master is indeed very powerful,” a young man in a blue magic robe couldn’t help but whisper, his eyes shining with admiration, “I never imagined the Master could be so formidable; it’s beyond my expectations. If the Master is truly that strong, I think we need to reconsider our previous plans!”

His words immediately resonated with those nearby. A burly warrior with a giant hammer nodded, his rough voice carrying a hint of reverence, “Yes, the Master’s strength is unfathomable. We even thought of challenging him once, which now seems ridiculous.”

“What do you know?” An elder mage sneered at them, his tone tinged with pride, “Of course, the Master’s strength is the greatest; there’s no doubt about that. If the Master’s strength weren’t so formidable, how could it attract so much Demonic Qi and cause the entire Market to tremble? For us to stand here and observe from afar is already a great honor.”

His words sparked a heated discussion among the crowd; everyone was eager to voice their opinion, as if each wanted to dominate in this debate about Logan’s strength.

“You’re all wrong. The Master’s greatness is not only reflected in his mastery of magic but also in his endless pursuit of it,” a beautiful witch in a lavish gown slowly spoke, her voice gentle yet magnetic. “It is this desire for the unknown that has turned the Master into a legend in all our hearts.”

As the argument became tumultuous, Timothy Daiziel hurried through the crowd, his face marked by urgency. He made his way directly to the other end of the market where a grand castle stood, the City Lord sitting at the highest level, overlooking the entire market.

Timothy Daiziel reached the front of the castle, took a deep breath, and then shouted loudly, “City Lord, I have urgent matters to report!”

The City Lord sensed Timothy Daiziel’s aura and immediately snapped out of his contemplation. He smiled slightly, his voice gentle yet commanding, “Timothy Daiziel, what’s the rush? Take your time.”

Timothy Daiziel quickly entered the castle, recounting the discussion about Logan and the unusual Demonic Qi in the market to the City Lord. After listening, the City Lord frowned slightly, pondering for a moment before he spoke slowly, “Logan’s strength is indeed extraordinary, his Demonic Qi so rich that it likely signifies a new breakthrough. We must be cautious, maintaining respect but also guarding against potential risks.”

Timothy Daiziel nodded, secretly relieved he had informed the City Lord in time. He knew that in this world filled with magic and unknowns, any small disturbance might provoke a storm. And Logan was undoubtedly the center of the impending storm.

In a corner of the Magic Market, inside a shop called “Shadow Magic Workshop,” under the dim lighting, Timothy Daiziel walked in with steady steps. The shop’s simple decor exuded an extraordinary aura with several ancient magic books laid out on the central table, and Logan, the legendary Magic Master, was deeply engrossed in the pages, enveloped in a faint aura of Demonic Qi, as if isolated from the world.

“Timothy Daiziel, since you’re here, the Master must have tasks to handle,” an old man in a gray robe emerged from the inner room, his eyes sharp yet gentle, “Speak, there’s nothing the Master desires to do that we won’t discuss or exhaust!” After speaking, he softly coughed, seeming to mask an inner turmoil.