Blue Pegasus Guild Master Novels & Stories

Felicity’s expression changed drastically, and she said in a stern voice, “You killed countless innocent people. Admiralporium exists to bring criminals like you to justice!” “Hmm! If that’s the case, all of you shall die here!” “This is Penta-sun Doyen from Eastsea, right? I advise you to leave now so you can perhaps stay alive!” “If you dare to meddle in my matter with Admiralporium, you’ll be dead too!” Penta-sun Doyen was a grandmaster in magic circles and could not bear being underestimated by someone like this. “That’s really arrogant of you. I wonder if your capability is as good as your mouth?”

I inquired, bracing myself for the answer. Albert's response left me awestruck. "That would be Master Alex, the leader of the Blue Lotus Academy. Having attained the pinnacle of Advanced peak Master level, he now sets his sights on the prestigious Martial Arts Master level." The gravity of Master Alex's stature left me momentarily speechless, but before I could fully process this information, a familiar ping from the system interrupted our discussion. The system's timely notification interrupted our conversation with a familiar ping, presenting a new quest: [Become the Master of the Bright Light Academy]. It seemed fate had aligned once more, guiding my path.

he ordered Roy firmly. "Yes, Young Master." Roy bowed his head and walked out of Deffin's workspace. Although it was already thought of, it still surprised Roy that the young master wanted to quickly Azkia so own. He walked while starting to get busy with his cell phone, instructing his men to carry out the tactics according to the plan that had been thought of. Meanwhile, Deffin in his workspace smiled broadly. "I'll get you, and I won't let you get one step away from me," he muttered.

"The royal silver dragons are the mightiest dragons in all the realms." Sarn laughed and spoke next. "Nothing personal, but besides a little shine, you have no color. What makes you think silver is the mightiest?" How did I answer that? "It just is," I replied stubbornly. I don't think my uncle ever explained why we were mighty; I just accepted it because he said it was so. Laryn leapt into the sky shifting to his blue dragon. "You are not prettier than this. Blue is the color of the sky and ocean. Blue is the color that should be bowed to."

"As a representative of the Council, I can't overlook that the Blood Moon Pack's registered beta broke the law. He will have to either be sentenced to death or imprisonment." I looked at the representative. "Amos and Blue, my beta and Estate Manager, will be coming home with me tonight without fuss or whatever fear you have of Oren is going to be the last of your problems." I glared at him. The man lost all color in his face. "The Covens, the Clans, and the Elven Kingdoms will eat you alive." His eyes bulged. 'T-The K-Kingdoms?" "Blue is part elvish. Half, to be specific," I said. "Do you want to even know what Amos is and who will be here if he isn't released within the next hour?"

"Master Valdis Goth of Blue Feather Sect." Caspian looked at him with confusion. But in fact, he had vaguely guessed why the other party came to him. In fact, this was their late meeting. Grandmaster Valdis, Valdis Goth, was one of Heavenly Spirit Realm cultivators of Blue Feather Sect. He was in charge of the Discipline Law of the Black Feather Sect and was known for being fair and selfless. The first time Caspian had heard of this name was from Clarles Krueger in the Myriad God Temple of Thousands Spirits Island when he was in the nation's official religion election.

Many mercenaries tried to find the power but continued to get lost, which made the summit gather bad rumors. Elise is confident that she can find the cave but she's not confident in fighting the wilds. She needed a mercenary that can fight in her stead. Then thinking about strong and trustworthy mercenaries... She remembers the leader of Peru Guild- Rj. Peru Guild is one of the most popular guilds in the empire. They gathered information faster like ghosts and because of the temper of the leader they sometimes went to a fight, which is slightly the reason why they lost their prestige. They were called crazy kings. Elise shakes her head with the author of The Lazy Lucky Princess, ridiculing i

Although Minerva didn't know that much about those who were in the Toen Empire, she had read in the books about this Percival Montmorency who was also known as Chancellor Percy. Percival Montmorency was a commoner slave that was been rescued by Uncle Khalil. Since he had been seen as a potential swordmaster, the now Marquis Penthievre, which was Aunt Leticia's blood brother, trained Percy. Who would've known that Percy was such a genius that he became a Swordmaster just at the age of fifteen? Everyone knew that a Swordmaster was equivalent to an Archmage. Therefore, Percy's position in the Toen unexpectedly went into a turn that even the former Emperor, her mother, and Uncle Khalil's father,

Replied Dream Chaser with a smile. The three sages stood in confusion at this statement. “Who will lead this new kingdom?” asked the Red Sage. “He will, his name is Kariya Jean.” Retorted Dream Chaser pointing to Kariya. “Very well and does he have a sponsor?” asked the Green Sage. “I am his sponsor.” Replied Dream Chaser. “And your name?” asked the Blue Sage. “Merek Petragram.” Said Dream Chaser clenching her fist under the table.

Bowing his head respectfully at Hana, he exclaimed, "You really are unassuming, Madam Pearce! By the way, may I ask if this gentleman belongs to a sect?" Hana grinned. "He's way more impressive. Heard of Mystic Sky Guild? He's the chief!" Zark smiled in wry amusement but shook his head—he had never heard of it at all. "Well, it's alright if you don't know of it," Hana explained, seeing Zark's confusion. "Surely you've heard rumors of a man leading a group that enforces order upon Shagan from the darkness. That's him!" Zark realized with a start at Hana's explanation. "You're the leader? And here I thought my training was lacking. But losing to you is simply natural… no one is a match against