Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 268 The Empire's Holy Sword

However, when Leggett added with a hint of mockery, "It's a pity that Lord didn't leave behind any statues, otherwise I would have definitely torn them all down, so that this progenitor of human magic could also taste the bitterness of being trampled on by later generations..."

“Your Majesty!” Friedrich suddenly spoke, his voice still steady, but with an unprecedented and icy force, instantly interrupting Leggett’s speech, “Watch your words.”

Leggett was taken aback and looked at his teacher with some surprise.

The teacher rarely spoke to him in this tone.

Friedrich slowly raised his head, his dark eyes beneath the hood staring directly at him, and said, word by word, "Tearing down the statue of King Norn might only provoke the anger of the El people, which is still within the acceptable range of the costs of conquest. But if you publicly show disrespect for the god-slayer Lord, or even attempt to desecrate him..."

His voice was deliberately lowered, yet it sounded even heavier: "That's almost equivalent to standing on the opposite side of all human magicians in the world."

At that time, we may face not only resistance from the Kingdom of El, but also unimaginable hostility and obstacles from the entire human magic community.

Even the elves might be involved; Your Majesty, please reconsider.

Lord the Godslayer also had a good relationship with the elves, after all, one of his close companions, Celie, was an elf.

Moreover, given the long lifespans of elves, not all the elves who witnessed the god-slayer Lord back then have died out yet.

If His Majesty were to actually commit such a blasphemous act, he would truly become the enemy of the entire continent, and even he himself would be unable to protect him.

Moreover, Friedrich subconsciously did not want to do anything blasphemous to that god-slayer.

Leggett was taken aback by the unusual seriousness and warning in Friedrich's eyes.

He was silent for a few seconds, his arrogance slightly subsided, and then he forced a somewhat stiff smile: "Teacher, you are too kind. I was just joking. Please rest assured."

He naturally understood that Lord held a near-divine position in the hearts of magicians, and he would not do anything foolish that would incur the wrath of the masses.

He was just joking about what he just said.

Leggett quickly changed the subject, tapping his fingers on the armrest of the throne, bringing the focus back to the current predicament: "Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. Teacher, the problem now is that Celia."

"As long as she's in the Land of El, Fidel will have a steady stream of high-quality mages. Are we just going to watch the gap narrow?"

"Let's coexist peacefully, Leggett. You know that the Kingdom of El's transcendent status will not affect your plan to unify the continent."

"Peaceful coexistence?" Leggett asked, his voice tinged with obvious resentment.

Friedrich paused for a moment, seemingly weighing his options.

However, Leggett suddenly chuckled, as if the gloom from before had vanished, and his face once again showed that confident and ruthless air of having everything under control.

“However, teacher, actually, regarding how to solve this problem with Celie…” Caesar leaned forward slightly, his voice lower and carrying a dangerous undertone, “I already have a solution.”

Inside the palace hall, as Emperor Leggett's nonchalant words fell, Friedrich could no longer maintain his composure.

He raised his head completely, his hood slipping down to reveal his aged face. A deep shock flashed in his dark eyes as he looked at the emperor, his eyes filled with questioning intent.

"Legged, what exactly is the method you're talking about?" He was so surprised that he even addressed the other person by his name.

Leggett was not angry about it.

The mage before him was not only his teacher since childhood, but also his staunch supporter and the person he trusted most in this country.

A few rude remarks are not worth making him angry.

Friedrich thought to himself. In recent years, the whereabouts of a large amount of treasure in the imperial treasury, as well as those extremely rare magical ores, have become a mystery.

Of course, he had encountered the scene of guards carrying him out of the palace several times, but when he asked, he was told that it was the empire's top secret, and only His Majesty the Emperor knew the full picture of the plan. Even he did not know.

Although Friedrich could have used his magic to secretly track the whereabouts of these treasures and ores, he pretended not to know, considering that doing so might displease His Majesty the Emperor.

For some reason, he now vaguely sensed that the method Leggett mentioned was related to this matter.

He paused slightly, his gaze falling on Leggett as if it were a tangible object, as if trying to see through the magnificent imperial robes to discern the true scheme in his heart.

"What... exactly are you plotting in the shadows?"

Meeting his teacher's probing gaze, the emperor showed no displeasure at being questioned; instead, he revealed an even more smug and mysterious smile.

He didn't answer directly, but waved his hand gently, as if to dispel the anxiety in the atmosphere.

“Teacher, there’s no need to worry. It just so happens that the item was recently completed.” Leggett stood up and stepped down from the throne. “Today, I invite you to accompany me to see the most powerful weapon I have prepared for the Empire.”

As he spoke, he took the lead and walked towards a secluded side hall at the rear of the palace.

Friedrich followed in silence, his ominous premonition growing stronger.

After passing through several corridors guarded by tight magical barriers and elite guards, they came to a door made of some kind of dark metal.

Leggett reached out, his fingertips brimming with magic, and pressed them onto a complex magic circle on the door.

Before long, the door slid open to both sides, revealing a brightly lit, spacious secret room inside.

At the emperor's command, four attendants carefully carried over a long, rectangular metal box.

The box was made entirely of an unknown golden metal and inlaid with some gorgeous gems. Judging from its appearance alone, it seemed to be the decoration style that dwarves preferred.

The attendants placed the box gently on a stone platform in the center of the secret chamber, then bowed and stepped aside, awaiting further orders from their emperor.

“Open it,” Leggett commanded, his voice tinged with barely suppressed excitement.

A servant stepped forward and placed his hands on the mechanisms on both sides of the box. With a soft sound, the lid slowly opened.

In an instant.

An indescribably sharp sword light suddenly burst forth from the box!

The entire chamber seemed to be instantly filled with the sunlight, making it impossible to open one's eyes. Fortunately, the light was only momentary and quickly faded away.

At the same time, a powerful energy surge swept out like a tsunami, making even a powerful mage like Friedrich feel breathless and instinctively take a half step back, his internal magic power automatically circulating to form a defensive stance.

After the light completely subsided, the true appearance of the contents of the box was revealed.

It was a long sword.

The sword is long and slender, with a white-gold luster that seems to flow with starlight.

Its design is simple yet has a strange feel to it. An unknown gem that emits a blazing light is inlaid at the end of the hilt, and the guard is wrapped with dragon scale-like leather. The whole sword looks extremely gorgeous.

It lay quietly in the box, constantly radiating its awe-inspiring majesty and powerful strength.

(End of this chapter)