Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 101 The Essence of Mage Level Upgrade

Nemesis understood what the other party meant. The great nobles of the Inbutu Kingdom had different ideas because the king had no heir. In addition, the king had not appeared in public for several years, so many people even suspected that Saint Delis had died.

The Queen's faction did not want to give up their power, but the princes waiting to take the throne and the great nobles who were dissatisfied with the Regent disagreed.

"I hope you can join us. If you are interested, the reward the royal family can give you will definitely satisfy you." Leorel stared at Nemesis and said word by word.

Nemesis pondered for a moment, then smiled and declined, "I have no intention of participating in your human politics for the time being. If possible, I hope the royal family can first pay off the reward they promised me."

Leorel sighed and said, "Of course, I have already prepared the reward."

He snapped his fingers, and a huge wooden box appeared at his feet. The lid opened automatically with a "bang".

There are all kinds of magic gems packed in the hall, the shining Nemesis is dazzling, cat's eye, obsidian, ruby, amethyst and so on.
The gems in this box are enough for Nemesis to eat for two years even if he eats them freely, which can greatly speed up his growth.

That’s not all, Leorel took out a thick spell book and handed it to Nemesis.

"This spell book records all the sixth-level spells that the royal family possesses. It is also one of the rewards. If you change your mind in the future and choose to join us, spells of the 7th and 8th levels will also be available to you."

Nemesis' eyes lit up, but he accepted the spell book and gem without changing his expression. He nodded reservedly, said goodbye to Leorel, and left the palace.

Before leaving, Nemesis' mind was still replaying those shining gems and the precious six-ring spell book. Although he was not yet qualified to cast six-ring spells, he believed that this day would not be far away.

The research on life-saving magic has greatly broadened his horizons in studying the arcane. Compared to breaking through the adult stage, his mage professional level will probably improve faster. However, without the boost of the warlock level, if Nemesis wants to improve his mage level, he will need to do the same as other ordinary people, purchase a large amount of experimental materials, do a lot of spell experiments, and accumulate enough knowledge.

Improving a mage's level is a very complex and immeasurable matter. Simply improving mental strength is useless, and mastering a large amount of knowledge is also useless.

Mental strength is only the basis for mages to improve their level. They also need to conduct experiments, develop new spells, and enhance their personal understanding of the arcane and even the magic network in order to improve.

Simply put, copying other people's knowledge and spell models is a useless way of forcing things to happen. Even if the spell being studied is already existing, the mage still needs to dissect it from scratch, conduct experiments, and go through it with his own thinking before he can be considered to have truly acquired "knowledge."

In fact, in Nemesis's view, this behavior is not so much about learning knowledge as it is about establishing the mage's personal materialistic worldview. After all, materialism requires practice to gain true knowledge. Even if you have acquired knowledge, it cannot be called your knowledge if you have not put it into practice.

Only by going through this process can the materialistic worldview gain a more solid growth and thus be improved.

In the final analysis, for both mages and psions, their climb to the path of transcendence is the construction of their inner world and thoughts.

Therefore, warlocks, who are born with the ability to cast spells, are envied by mages. Even if they do not build a materialistic worldview, the growth of their bloodline will allow the magic network to automatically increase their level.

Just as Nemesis was thinking, a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes walked up to him and called him. He had thick eyebrows, blond hair, brown eyes, and a very strong body. His robes could not hide his bear-like strong body. His thick muscles even pushed up the clothes on his shoulders.

"Mr. Nemesis?"

"Is there a problem?"

Just as Nemesis finished asking, Losrien in front of the carriage saw them from afar, walked over in surprise, and greeted the man with a smile: "Ryan, long time no see."

The man was also stunned for a moment when he saw Loslien, then he laughed and hugged Loslien, patted his back, and his big palm like a palm fan made the thin half-elf cough repeatedly. He struggled out of the other's embrace and tidied his messy hair in silence.

"Lothrien, why are you here?"

Facing the question, Losrien first glanced at the Scroll Dragon obscurely, and then explained: "Sir Nemesis and I belong to the same Mage Guild. He is now my superior, and I came here with him."

The half-elf did not directly tell his old friend that the other party was his master. Firstly, it was a little vanity at work, and secondly, he was worried that his words would make Prince Ryan hostile to Nemesis.

"That's great!" The man suddenly realized, looked at Nemesis and said with a hearty smile: "Hello, I am Prince Ryan, and Loslien's childhood playmate."

Nemesis smiled slightly, no longer showing the indifference he showed to Leorel. He was willing to maintain basic goodwill towards his family and friends. The Dragon of Volumes made a very clear distinction between his own people. He was generous with his goodwill towards those he trusted, and would do everything he could to gain the trust of those he did not trust.

"Hello, Prince Renne. In fact, Losrien suggested that I visit you when I come to the capital."

Ryan was stunned for a moment, looked at Losrien gratefully, and then smiled and said, "That's perfect. I'm hosting a party at the Prince's Palace tonight. I hope Your Excellency Nemesis..."

"I will come." Nemesis interrupted him and promised with a smile. Prince Ryan laughed and left with satisfaction. Losrien also looked at the Scroll Dragon with gratitude. He knew the other party's temper too well. He knew that Nemesis agreed to Prince Ryan's invitation because of his face.

Nemesis got on the carriage, looked towards the palace and raised his lips: "Let's go, there is a party tonight."

He was very much looking forward to seeing what those hostile princes and nobles were like according to Leorel's words, which was why he did not immediately agree to Leorel's words.

He had long planned to participate in it and gain greater benefits, but his decision on which side to take still depended on the strength comparison between the two sides.
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When Nemesis arrived at the Prince's Palace, there was still half an hour before the ball started. He was wearing a tuxedo with a black five-pointed star on his chest, which set off his fair skin. His silver hair was tied into a wolf's tail behind his back, and he looked extremely handsome.

Colette was also with him at this time. It was basic common sense in human society that one needed a female companion to attend a party. After learning this from Colette, he asked her to wear a gorgeous long dress to accompany him, even though the dress made Colette, who was used to wearing armor, feel uncomfortable all over.

He took Colette in his arms and stepped into the brightly lit hall. At this time, most of the guests had already arrived and the place was extremely lively.

The handsome and noble silver-haired boy attracted the attention of many guests, especially female guests, as soon as he came in. They stared at this stranger who came from nowhere and whispered to each other.

Unfortunately, he already has a graceful female companion.

Several well-dressed nobles came over to greet him, but Nemesis, who was not good at socializing, just nodded in response. Colette had no choice but to act as a lubricant and receive everyone who came to greet him.

Soon, the rumor that the silver-haired boy was "quite aloof and disdainful of talking to others" spread throughout the ball. The remaining nobles no longer had the heart to talk, fearing that they would be rejected, and Nemesis became quiet.

He was not used to this kind of occasion. A group of strangers, no, a group of insignificant strangers greeted him wave after wave, which made him not only a little overwhelmed, but also very impatient.

He heaved a sigh of relief that he was no longer disturbed, and walked to the long dining table beside the dance floor, which was filled with all kinds of exquisite ingredients, diced roast meat, rolled ham, various fruits and cakes, all of which were mini sizes held up with toothpicks, allowing the guests to eat elegantly without affecting their appearance.

Nemesis held up a plate of caviar, scraped a spoonful with a spoon and tasted it, and found it had a fishy smell that he was not used to. The dragon who loved sweet things put down the caviar with disgust on his face, and threw the cheesecake cubes into his mouth, enjoying the sweetness that made the dragon addicted.

Soon, while he was enjoying the food, the ball officially began. Prince Ryan, who had invited him, appeared on the stairs on the second floor with his arms wide open to welcome everyone.

When the nobles saw Prince Ryan appear, they also became serious, especially when they saw an old man with gray hair appear next to Prince Ryan, there was more respect in their eyes.

Nemesis knew that all the nobles present tonight were probably against the Queen's side.

"Welcome to my ball, everyone who fought for glory in Butu."

"I believe that everyone standing here tonight is opposed to Leorel, the traitorous coward!"

"It has been a long time since His Majesty the King appeared in front of us, and it has been a long time since you have seen him! The fact that Queen Elizabeth openly prevented me, her own brother, from seeing him speaks volumes!"

"Once again, I must reiterate here! We need a solid and reliable royal family!"

The nobles applauded and agreed with Prince Ryan's words. A strong and powerful king is the bottom line supporting the Kingdom of Imputu. If Saint Delis is really no longer capable, then a sufficiently powerful member of the royal family will be needed to take the throne.

"Like you?" Nemesis thought.
He raised the corner of his mouth. Prince Ryan was indeed a good candidate for king. A level 17 professional with royal blood, he was undoubtedly the core of the anti-Queen faction.

But that old man was no ordinary one.

Nemesis looked at the man next to Prince Ryan and narrowed his eyes. His mental power was unable to detect the other party's strength. The other party was protected by a powerful psychic power.

The old man seemed to sense something, looked at Nemesis, raised the corner of his mouth and waved at him. The nobles were confused by the old man's action, and looked in the direction of the old man, but only saw a young man eating at the dining table.

Prince Ryan also saw it. He laughed heartily and shouted in front of everyone, "Sir Nemesis, you are here. I am really happy about today's party. Not only is the old duke participating, but there is also such an unexpected guest."

"Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to you. This is the hero who saved Degen City as rumored—Lord Nemesis!"

The nobles were surprised by Prince Ryan's enthusiasm and looked at the young man curiously.

At this time, Nemesis had a blank expression on his face. He had already cursed the other person in his heart. He really, really hated being the center of attention.

(End of this chapter)