I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

Once the destination city was confirmed, the staff member no longer spoke, not ev collecting any paymt, and activated the teleportation magic array.

With a hum!

In an instant, the tire teleportation magic array trembled violtly, beams of light bursting forth and veloping Dean Bruce and Nicholas William.

Wh the light faded, their figures had vanished, and the staff member wiped the sweat from his forehead, muttering to himself, "Heading to Niro City? If that's the case, they can also reach Saint Laurt City! Goodness, another Honorary Elder from Saint Laurt City—how terrifying!"

"Why are such big shots coming to the Mors Province lately? Could something bad happ? Should I apply to transfer to another city?"

Dean Bruce probably had no idea how profoundly his newfound idtity impacted ordinary people!

At this momt, Dean Bruce felt as if he were floating in the starry sky, unable to control his body and ssing something ethereal.

After an unknown period, he finally felt solid g beath his feet and oped his eyes, only to find himself still on a teleportation magic array, but the stone slab beath him had be replaced with shining jade.

"We've arrived; hurry and step down! If you don't—"

An impatit voice began, but it abruptly halted wh the staff member noticed only two individuals had be teleported.

Upon seeing the badge on Dean Bruce's chest, the staff member immediately put on a flattering smile and approached him, amidst the astonished gazes of the many waiting a.

"My lord! Please take your time and be careful on the steps!"

Dean Bruce paid no mind to the staff member, nodding slightly as he led Nicholas William out of the Magic Guild.

No matter how powerful the teleportation magic array was, it couldn't span thousands or ev ts of thousands of kilometers in one go; it selected several nodes for gradual travel instead.

With Nicholas William guiding him, Dean Bruce had no need to think about anything else. He walked straight ahead, only prepared to act if he countered robbers or strong beasts along the way; otherwise, he could simply rest his eyes.

As for the teleportation magic array?

With the Magical Faith Badge, he hadn't spt a single pny and didn't ev need to wait in line!

To Nicholas William's astonishmt, the two arrived in Saint Laurt City in just over a day.

At the Magic Guild headquarters, the staff responsible for the teleportation magic array displayed a respectful demeanor toward Dean Bruce, but without the previous sycophancy. One staff member stepped forward, curiously asking, "My lord, may I ask where you are from? You seem a bit unfamiliar! Are you here to see the presidt? Would you like me to notify him?"

"No need." Dean Bruce didn't want to deal with strong figures just yet; after all, his own strgth was lacking, and he felt a sse of pressure wh facing top-tier experts.

"…"

The staff member nodded, not daring to stop him. After Dean Bruce left the teleportation magic array area, he crushed a communication magic talisman.

The headquarters of the Magic Guild was not only more elegantly decorated than the previous Magic Guild but also larger and more spacious.

In addition to the internal staff, there were many visitors.

Nicholas William had never be here before, continuously surveying his surings like a country bumpkin tering the city, forming a stark contrast with Dean Bruce.

Staff members of the Magic Guild still greeted Dean Bruce as he passed, their demeanor respectful but lacking the previous sycophancy. They didn't stop him or Nicholas William, and soon they were nearing the exit.

However, just at that momt, the area a the exit suddly erupted in commotion.

Countless people were pushed to the sides, and a doz or so mages cleared the way, leading a large group forward.

"Hahaha, today's haul was quite good! That Sodora guy was put in his place and nearly lost his temper!"

"Yes, I'm in a good mood today; wh we get back, everyone will receive a master-level potion!"

"Thank you, young master!"

"You're exceptional, young master; no one from the War God Temple can compare! In my opinion, ev if the Holy Son of the War God Temple came, he wouldn't match up to you!"

"…"

Hearing these conversations, Dean Bruce couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. It seemed that the returning individuals held high status.

Ev if those people were deliberately boasting, he knew he wouldn't be much lower in rank than the Holy Son of the War God Temple.

"Of course! Once the old presidt retires, my grandfather will be the next presidt! The Holy Son of the War God Temple? Pfft, the Holy Son of the Church of Light and the saintess can hardly compare to me!"

As the conversation finished, a young man clad in a deep purple magic robe, wielding a staff radiating intse magical ergy, tered the Magic Guild, flanked by over thirty mages.

The staff members on either side bowed to him, while passersby lowered their heads in deferce.

Only a few newcomers to Saint Laurt City, unaware of his idtity, tried to steal glances at him, only to be firmly pulled back by those nearby.

"Who is this guy? With all this pomp, he feels like a king."

Nicholas William scoffed, prompting a significant change in expression among those nearby, who quickly distanced themselves from Dean Bruce and Nicholas.

One girl, glancing at Dean Bruce, whispered, "Don't say that. His grandfather, Nozer Hawthorne, is a key figure in the Magic Guild. If you provoke him... you'll find it hard to move in Saint Laurt City!"

"What?!" Nicholas William exclaimed in shock.

Dean Bruce, intrigued, asked, "But didn't you say there are many powerful factions headquartered here in Saint Laurt City? How can a young man wield such influce?"

"It seems you must be an outsider," the girl replied, shaking her head. "You mtioned he's young, but the only factions that can contd with the Magic Guild are the Nine Provinces Alliance and the major churches. Those factions wouldn't bother quarreling with a young man."

"He lost his father at an early age and is the only heir of the Hawthorne family. Nozer Hawthorne dotes on him greatly... You could say Prolo Hawthorne is a little tyrant in Saint Laurt City!"

Upon hearing this, Dean Bruce understood the situation.

Noticing the change in Dean Bruce's expression, the girl smiled and said, "Hey, I see you're new here and might not know what brings you to Saint Laurt City. How about we become frids?"

With a slight smile, Dean Bruce chose not to respond.

Wh someone approaches him like this, he couldn't tell what their true inttions were; unless there was something in it for him, he wouldn't agree.

Seeing his reaction, the girl pouted but didn't press the issue. She stepped aside, distancing herself from Prolo Hawthorne.

However, her previous interaction with Dean Bruce caught Prolo Hawthorne's atttion. Narrowing his eyes, he scrutinized the group and grinned, "Looks like my reputation isn't as well-known as I thought, if there are still people unaware of me."

"Hey, you lot! Come over here. I want to see where you're from that you dare not know who I am!"

As his words fell, the girl's expression changed slightly.

Dean Bruce remained calm; with the Magic Faith Badge on him, he didn't believe this young man would dare to act arrogantly.

As for Nicholas William?

Protected by both Dean Bruce and his elder, he felt no fear. Seeing Dean Bruce's nonchalant demeanor assured him he was safe.

Noticing Dean Bruce's stillness, Prolo Hawthorne's face darked, and he coldly commanded, "I said for the three of you to come here. Didn't you hear me?"

The girl swallowed hard, taking a step forward toward Prolo Hawthorne.

Yet Dean Bruce stayed where he was, lifting his gaze to Prolo Hawthorne and saying indiffertly, "Bring your grandfather here, and th say that."

Dean Bruce wasn't trying to act tough; his status as an honorary elder put him just below the vice presidt, making him unafraid of this young man.

"Bring my grandfather here?"

Prolo Hawthorne, instead of getting angry, laughed mockingly, "You seem quite arrogant, especially knowing my idtity and still saying that. Raal, Lada, bring this kid over here!"

"Yes!"

As the words fell, two significantly larger magicians charged toward Dean Bruce, grinning macingly.

Watching this unfold, the gathered crowd shook their heads, expressions filled with pity. The staff members, however, frowned, feeling conflicted about what to do.

They not dare to annoy both of them.

As Raal and Lada approached Dean Bruce, the staff lowered their heads in resignation.

At that momt, Dean Bruce slightly turned, allowing the Magic Faith Badge to catch the atttion of the two advancing m. Instantly, they stumbled back, fear evidt in their eyes as they glanced nervously at Prolo Hawthorne.

"Magic Faith Badge?"

Prolo Hawthorne was tak aback. After scrutinizing Dean Bruce, his expression changed drastically, and his tone became sharp, "Kid, where did you get that Magic Faith Badge? Isn't this the one my grandfather gave to Claire Raymond? How did you come by it?"

Hearing this, Dean Bruce was mildly surprised that he could recognize the badge was linked to Claire Raymond.

"You brat, what's your connection to Claire Raymond?"