Throne of the North.

Chapter 487 Alchemy Technology, the Ambition Every Noble Should Have

If it was a dispute between nobles, there was no need to hide the purchase of weapons from Ryan or something.

There are only two behemoths in the whole world who are worthy of the nobles hiding their glorious bloodlines.

If it won’t appear in the war with the Empire, then it must be the Holy See?

Apart from the Empire, who else in this world is so brave?

Ryan was thoughtful, but he still couldn't figure it out.

Naturally, no deal could be reached during the first meeting. Ryan left a token of trust for Brendan, and both parties needed more trust.

The passage of time has brought too many variables, and Ryan has tried his best to get the ship under his feet back on track.

He returned to the Tundra Territory and entered Nidhogg.

The place where it landed was not far from the seaside, where the alchemist Rose was leading a group of alchemist apprentices and craftsmen to replicate the shipbuilding base in the territory of Viscount Melendez.

"This is simply impossible. When we were in the Viscount's territory, it took us three years to build a 30-meter-long ship. It is impossible for you to complete it within a month."

The craftsmen argued excitedly with the alchemy apprentices, and their identities and status became blurred when it came to their professional knowledge.

However, they still had basic rationality, and they did not dare to approach Dean Rose who was not far away. The giant shadow python was too scary, and the powerful extraordinary could easily kill all of them.

"Nothing is impossible. The alchemist's motto is that all substances can be transformed. It's only one month. Why can't it succeed?"

"We can use alchemy to replicate your board. We have all the wood boards, all the nails, everything you need. Why can't we succeed?"

"Why did the ship sink? It must be because you peasants didn't give the correct data!"

The alchemist's face also turned red. Ryan came to the coast and stood beside Rose looking at the ocean. There was a shipwreck there. The half-finished ship sank in the ocean.

"There is absolutely no chance of it floating. I am overthinking it. This ship is very precious."

Rose looked at the black-sailed boat and said that a small boat actually contained a lot of precious knowledge that even alchemists could not understand.

"These craftsmen dare not lie. A few days ago, they saw two dragons fighting in the sky, the Dusk Dragon and the Tide Dragon."

"But the material created by alchemy only has the shape of a ship and cannot float on the sea."

Rose was also very confused. It shouldn't be like this.

"Could it be possible not to use alchemy?"

"Your idea is not very good."

Ryan smiled.

"The dream of every alchemist is to use the Philosopher's Stone to become a legend. In the eyes of alchemists, everything can be explained by alchemy."

"Even if it's magic."

Rose turned her head, looked at Ryan, and said leisurely:

"No alchemist has ever said this, and no alchemist dares to say this."

"That's what you said."

Ryan was a little embarrassed. Didn’t the alchemist say that?

Master Ryan was unwilling to admit his fabrication and could only continue:
"I've read some extraordinary inheritance books, and the alchemists said this. In short, the problem is definitely not alchemy."

"Are you trying to say that I'm not good enough?"

Rose blew the hair on her forehead; he was not angry.

"If I haven't become a legend, I won't be qualified to say that I have entered a certain extraordinary path, such as magic and alchemy."

Legend is Rose's obsession. In his opinion, only by becoming a legend can he be qualified to say that he has understood a certain extraordinary path.

But every path he took was stuck in the Holy Land.

"During this period, if the war between the Empire and the Church becomes more intense, I am afraid I will not have much time to come here."

"The boat issue must be resolved. I don't want to be able to see those things but not be able to get them."

Ryan and Rose talked about the recent war between the Empire and the Church, which became more urgent than Nidhogg.

Because Ryan now has the ability to influence the direction of the war between the Empire and the Church to a certain extent.

Having this ability means that he is more qualified to take advantage of this war.

Nidhogg's ship is important, but no matter how important it is, it is also to help Lion gain more wealth, unless Surtur kills the demigod tidal dragon Isabella, or vice versa...

Forget it, there's no way around it. Anyway, as long as Surtur doesn't make the next big move, Nidhogg will not be the top priority for Lion.

“Is it too heavy?”

Ryan looked at the sunken ship that didn't even move in the sea. This should be reasonable, because he had only seen sunken ships on the screen before, and there was no movement.

"Too heavy?"

Rose's eyes lit up in an instant, and the next moment the shadow under her feet turned into a huge crystal python and rushed towards the sunken ship.

Soon, a large amount of ship fragments were brought to the alchemists.

"Count their weight!"

Rose ordered majestically.

Indeed, although the shipwrights had superb skills, they did not understand any systematic shipbuilding techniques. As Meléndez's slaves, their skills were passed down from generation to generation.

These craftsmen could only build ships using materials they knew.

Is the wood in Viscount Melendez's territory the same as the wood in the dragon world? Are the planks they use to build ships the same as the planks that the alchemists transformed using alchemy?

Although they appear the same on the surface, they are different in essence.

A wupeng boat is only that big, so the craftsman can tell the weight by feeling it with his palm. But for a big ship, a slight difference in every place can lead to a huge difference overall.

The answer came out quickly, but the craftsmen could only scratch their heads looking at the densely packed numbers.

In this world where even the nobility cannot enjoy full education, how can craftsmen know the meaning of numbers?

They don’t know how to write their own names, let alone how the size of the numbers represents the amount of experience they have in their daily lives.

"There's no need for the wood planks transformed by alchemy to be so thick, right?"

Ryan weighed a piece of wood in his hand and said that the wood was very hard and flexible. It was a piece of wood that could withstand a giant dragon flying over it without breaking.

The craftsmen began to chop new wooden boards, and the alchemists also modified the new wooden boards, trying to achieve the same strength as the ones in the hands of the craftsmen on a smaller scale.

Ryan was dazzled.

He never understood the alchemy of this world. He could understand magic and the like, but he could understand the things he couldn't understand, and that was it. However, alchemy was too much of a hodgepodge. In Ryan's opinion, it was the entire world's technology tree, growing on one branch, all crowded together.

Without any classification, mathematics, physics, chemistry, astronomy, geography and genetics, plus billions of extraordinary ingredients, are cooked into alchemy.

Just like now, Ryan saw with his own eyes these alchemists roughly chopping the wooden board into pieces, and then under a burst of dim light, the pieces turned into two pieces of wood again.

Ryan waited, but the two powerful beings in the sky would not wait. The blue tidal dragon grew a second pair of wings, and its flapping wings covered the sky. Although it was still as small as a moth in front of Surtur, the huge vortex of waves raised by Isabella was no less powerful than Surtur's heavy punch.

【Ant! 】

Surtur roared angrily, flames burst out from His body, and fell into the ocean, instantly turning into orange-red lava.

He was angry that Isabella, a mere ant, dared to go against him, and he was also angry at his current strength. He was still asleep, and his power could not be exerted at all, otherwise this tidal dragon would have been reduced to ashes long ago.

But the facts cannot be changed. The huge waves of the tide flooded the lava, and Surtur's power became even stronger in the tide because He was angry.

He walked out of the flames, and the flames in the one-armed Surtur's hand gathered into a big sword, and in an instant he chopped down at Isabella.

No one can refuse the gift of God, even if it is a great sword with endless flames and murderous intent.

Isabella could not avoid Surtur's attack. The hot and violent energy in the flames drowned the dragon like a waterfall. As the greatsword fell, only the white skeleton of the huge four-winged tidal dragon was left.

It's still alive.

The white bones flapped their wings, and the energy of endless tides gathered towards it. The flesh and blood were being reborn, and the majestic dragon was returning.

【court death! 】

Surtur's anger made him even more powerful, and he swung his fist towards Isabella, but... he had already left the flames.

In an instant, the entire ocean boiled, as if a piece of boiling lava suddenly fell into a pot of cold water. The ocean emitted thick white mist. The tidal source of the world meandered in all directions in the sky and converged towards Surtur, like a giant python or a rope, tightly entwining Surtur.

He left the fire, but it was difficult for him to return to it.

And all of this is too far away from mortals. The battle and roar are far away in the sky. The mortals on the land can only look up blankly and watch the bright and dim lights in the sky.

By the time they reacted, the terrible battle had already reached a stalemate.

"Surtur actually left the flames, but the tidal dragon is gone too, its flesh and blood all burned. It must be the power of a god, so its injuries should be serious."

Ryan said this. He saw the entire battle process and turned around to look at the frost dragon Areris who landed not far away.

"Isabella is seriously injured and I don't know where she is hiding. Is it possible for us to kill her?"

Areris looked at Ryan sarcastically.

"As long as she is in the sea, no one can kill the demigod Tide Dragon. You underestimate Isabella and Nidhogg's dragon."

"Forget it..."

Ryan was about to say something when he suddenly felt a shock all over his body. He looked to the end of the distant field of vision, where the fire giant Surtur was struggling.

“He’s sending me a message.”

"The origin of this world is broken."

"The world, seemingly peaceful on the surface, is already riddled with holes."

"Without Isabella's obstruction, Surtur's flames will eventually flood all of Nidhogg's land."

Ryan said this and waited in silence until dusk arrived.

Thousands of Dusk Folk appeared in the sky and the sea. They madly followed Surtur's will and launched an attack on the land of Aesir in the north. The war between the Dusk Folk and the dragon clan entered a white-hot stage.

"The Dusk followers are fearless and brave. This war will not last long."

"I'm going to go back and get ready."

Ryan looked at Areris, who hissed and roared:

"You need more support."

Ryan returned to the Frozen Territory. Brendan, the nobleman from the south, had not come to visit him yet, but Ryan received a reply from Earl Clayton first.

Ryan had written to Earl Clayton before and received a quick reply. It seemed that the Earl's father was very idle recently.

"You want me to go to Calais?"

Ryan looked at the reply and frowned. Why would he be asked to go to Calais Province?

"There are some things that cannot be said in letters."

This was the only reason Ryan could think of. After thinking about it, Ryan still planned to go to Calais Province.

Not only this, Ryan also wanted to know more about the war between the Empire and the Church. He was in the North and was completely in the dark about this war of faith. For example, he still didn't know the origins of Brendan Ignazio.

"I will go to the Earldom of Clayton. The Frozen Territory only needs to focus on the food in the swamp and the northern fortress defense line. Other matters will wait until I come back."

Ryan said to Avril and Etria that in the entire Frozen Territory, when Ryan was not around, only these two people had the power and ability to stabilize people's hearts.

Avril is the Baroness and Ethria is the Chief Archon.

"Why go there?"

Avril asked, a little nervous, holding Ryan's hand.

"I wanted to let Nidhogg go first, but Surtur gave me information, as well as my father's letter, so I had to deal with those two great beings first."

"The matter of Nidhogg can be eased, but those two great beings who are waiting to be awakened in their slumber cannot be left alone."

"If either the Dragon God or the Demon Dragon wakes up, we will face destruction and all our previous efforts will be lost."

"Father probably wants to exile them."

"But... why do you want to go?"

Avril was still confused, but Ryan smiled and said:

"My father is a great noble. His every move is under the Empire's observation. He has no suitable reason to come to the North, and I need to go over and open the door."

Ryan thought about it pretty much. His purpose in going to Calais Province was to open the door.

"The war has begun. Even the frozen lands must be prepared. So before heading to Calais Province, I have to go to the North first."

"That Archbishop Adriana, I need her support within the Vatican."

Ryan suddenly found himself very busy. Emperor Flor's order of war caught even this northern baron off guard. With just one sentence, the entire world revolved around him.

"One day, I will be able to change the fate of the world with just one move."

In the snow, Ryan said this enviously on his warhorse.

(End of this chapter)