Arcane Academy: The Divine Extraction Legacy

Vale looked at the other group of customers who were ridiculing the ones who were scammed.

This group seem to be in their late teens and their bearing made him recall the nobles within the academy. However, the difference is that these people seem to be more arrogant like an older version of Neil Sommerhalder.

"Pfft… Getting scammed at such an old age, how embarrassing."

"You said it right… I would be so ashamed and bury myself if that happened to me."

"Who would even believe a stranger carrying various pieces of jewelry on the side of the road? It feels as if they don't know that people can cheat others. Are they so innocent?"

"Haha… They didn't even have it appraised first before accepting it. What a bunch of losers…"

The other group of four ruthlessly spoke with a softer voice. However, since the floor isn't that large, the others easily heard their worlds as they furiously confronted them.

"You brats, are you laughing at us?!"

The largest man who seems to be in his thirties clenched his fist as he approached the group of teenagers. He was already infuriated because of the baffling way they were cheated and these people didn't even feel sympathy and laughed at them instead!

There is nothing more he wanted to do than to slap the faces of the four and have them kneel and apologize.

He wanted to vent his anger and it's a perfect time for these brats to receive his beating today!

As he approached them, he realized that the four of them didn't get intimidated so he was even more infuriated…

"You think that someone can save you?! Even if there's police outside, my fist would be faster!" As he said this, he pounced at one of the teenagers and as he was thinking how this brat would be sent flying by his punch, he was met with a cold wave of energy stopping him in his tracks…

'W-what's going on?!' The man was so confused including his three companions.

After all, they can see how his friend was in an awkward position but somehow stopped moving as if there is an invisible hand holding him.

They couldn't understand what was going on until the group of teenagers shifted their gaze to the newly arrived people in the store.

The three look like some rich kids and they seem just normal customers who looked interested in some items in the antique shop.

Nevertheless, they looked uncomfortable about the argument going on within the shop.

"Hey, why did you save him? Don't you know who we are?" The leader of the teenagers asked with a cold voice as he waved his hand to ready himself for a battle.

He has short brown hair and dark blue eyes… However, as he observed Vale and the other two, his pupils turned white for a brief moment as he used some sort of ability to gather information about the three.

He didn't expect that these three were actually Arcane Arts Practitioners until one of them summoned those eerie-looking hands… It's definitely a spell from the Dark Arts Faction!

He was looking at Vale solemnly as he also felt alarmed after seeing how fast those Ghost Hands are…

In addition to that, three hands were summoned! It must mean that his mastery has already reached a high level!

Those three Ghost Hands appeared instantaneously and prevented the middle-aged man from being pierced to death by the Wind Arrow he conjured…

Anyway, this is the first time he had seen the Ghost Hands but he knows that is definitely one of the basic spells of the Dark Arts according to the books he read.

'If I'm not mistaken, an elementary realm can only summon one Ghost Hand… Since he can summon three of them simultaneously, does it mean that he had achieved an intermediate or maybe even advanced state?' The man carefully analyzed Vale's capabilities as he also warily looked at the other two.

"We don't know you. However, we're about to conduct business here and we don't want to see any spill of blood while we're here. If you want to kill the man, do it outside." Priscilla answered imposingly as she was also unafraid of the four Elemental Arts Practitioners.

From the Wind Arrow that the man summoned, Priscilla and the two can already guess their identities. They're probably six or seventh-year students of the Rakmiths Academy.

"Hmph! You think you can order us around?!"

Instead of calming down, he decided to test the waters and see how these young practitioners would react if he attacked.

However, before he was able to conjure another spell, they heard the sound bell.

Cling! Cling! Cling!

The sound came from the handbell that the clerk has at the counter. It caught everyone's attention but it wasn't just to interrupt their fight… The clerk has actually called for someone.

Soon, they heard footsteps coming from the upper floor.

At this point, Vale noticed something was off so he swiftly canceled his spell and allowed the middle-aged man that he caught to move once again. In any case, the Elementalist already removed the Wind Arrow aimed at the poor guy...

Thud.

He dropped to the marble floor as he looked at the two groups in horror. Without saying any words to his companions, he swiftly ran out of the shop…

Needless to say, he realized that these young ones are blessed with talent and had been accepted into the Arcane Academies!

His friends also realized this as they swiftly ran off.

No one stopped them as they weren't important.

As they left, a plump middle-aged man descended the stairs.

He looked at the two groups of Arcane Arts Practitioners as he smiled at them kindly.

"Please refrain from fighting inside our poor store… If you don't do so, we will no longer treat you as our customers and will have to send you all out." The man said with a smile as he released a bit of his fiery aura.

Vale can guess that this is a real Alchemist.

Of course, they all nodded and agreed to the man's words as they are indeed here for business.

Nevertheless, the Elementalist didn't want to simply let it go.

After agreeing to the words of the Alchemist, he shifted his gaze back to Vale and sternly spoke.

"I'm Terrence Desmond, a student from Rakmiths Academy… If you're not scared, introduce yourself..."