The wizard starts by trimming the donkey's hooves

Chapter 383 The Strongest Legend

He finally understood why the building was shaped like this.

The ferocious species all have their own sense of territory. If two get too close, a fight will break out if the owner is not around, unless the power difference is huge, in which case one will take the initiative to retreat or surrender.

Therefore, a relatively open area is needed to accommodate these large flying mounts.

At this time, Ryan raised his eyes and took a quick look, and found that many people here were either wearing exquisite knight armor or wizard robes. Judging from the breath he sensed, their strength was quite good. There were very few quasi-legends, and most of them were senior legends.

"Sir Ryan, are you surprised? There are seven or eight level three crystallized wizards here, which are rare outside, and there are also a lot of titled knights." Luther on the side saw Ryan's slightly surprised expression and said with a smile.

"Well, those who participated in the dragon knight reserve assessment are stronger than I expected." Ryan nodded.

The group of people before us are almost the essence or backbone of the empire's young generation.

But think about it.

If one does not even have legendary strength, even if one can gain the favor of the dragon, it will be almost impossible to fight together with the dragon and form a complete epic combat force.

"That's Prince Kelly's second son, Evan Kelly, 42 years old, with the title of Knight. That's Jerry Moore, from the Moore Guardian family, 53 years old, and one of the youngest crystallized wizards in the imperial capital."

Luther was familiar with some old faces because of his previous experience, and he simply pointed out some of the directions to Ryan and Halloween.

Hmm? 53?

42 is considered young, which Ryan can understand, but isn’t 53 a bit too old?

But Ryan thought again, if it comes to the third-level crystallized wizard, then indeed, 53 is very young. You know, Batalov, the dean of Winterhold Academy, is over a hundred years old and is also at the crystallized wizard level.

"I heard that there are three spots for the official dragon knights this time, so the number of legendary masters attracted is much more than in previous years. However, we don't have to worry about anything, as long as we can squeeze into the top 30."

"In the end, it all depends on whether the dragon thinks highly of you," Luther said, shrugging.

In the final selection of dragon knights, it is not the people who choose the dragons, but mainly the dragons who choose the people.

This reserve selection is equivalent to a preliminary screening, selecting a group of people based on merit for the dragon to choose.

The point that there are more people than dragons is fully reflected.

"You and Ryan don't have to worry, but I feel it's uncertain. Registration will last for three days, and this is only the first day. I estimate that the number of registrants will exceed one hundred. It will be difficult for me to squeeze into the top thirty," Hallowen sighed.

Harlowen is much younger than Luther. Although he is also a knight, his fighting ability is slightly inferior.

"Three places?" Ryan was more interested in the number of places Luther just mentioned. He was not sure whether this was a lot or a little.

"Yes, the dragon knight selection is held every five years. In the past, there were at most two, and most of the time there was only one spot." Luther explained.

"Indeed, this is considered too much. Dragons have a long lifespan. Although they are powerful, it is difficult for them to reproduce. The time they need to grow is extremely slow compared to humans. It only takes decades for them to enter adolescence." Harlowen nodded and said.

Soon, the three of them arrived at a registration point while chatting.

I saw several female staff members in uniform white robes busy at the counter. Judging from their aura, they all seemed to have the strength of third-level wizard apprentices.

Yes, the aura of some ferocious species is very violent, not to mention the giant dragon. Ordinary people will tremble in fear when they see it and will be unable to carry out their work normally.

"Are you three here to register?" A young woman in a white robe bowed slightly and asked respectfully.

"Yes." Luther nodded and handed the official letter in his hand to the other party.

"Okay, please wait a moment, sirs. I'll register." After the other party took it respectfully, he quickly registered.

"Okay, that's enough. My three lords, this is the certificate for the Dragon Knight Reserve Camp, please keep it properly." The white-robed woman handed Ryan and the other two a gray-white scale that was slightly smaller than a palm, and said.

"My three lords, the training after this registration is not closed. If you have a job, you can leave at any time, or choose to participate in the part you are interested in."

"But you need to bring your credentials, otherwise you won't be able to enter the camp."

"Okay, thank you." Luther nodded, took the scales, and prepared to leave with Ryan and Harlowin.

"Is it ready?" Ryan couldn't help but ask. At the same time, he looked at the camp certificate Luther handed him. It seemed to be the dragon scale of some dragon, but it should not be a giant dragon.

"Well, if you need to, you can come to the Dragon Knight Reserve Camp at any time to practice flying skills. One of the contents of the assessment will be about flying skills."

"The rest is some general knowledge about dragon creatures. You can listen to it or not." Luther said familiarly.

"That's it." Renn nodded.

Soon, the three of them returned home. However, as soon as Ryan arrived at the door of the mansion, he received a message from his mentor Mogaro.

So, Ryan said goodbye to Luther and Hallowin and came to Craig Winery. As ripples flashed through the cellar, he once again came to the headquarters of the Bishu Construction School.

Inside Mogaro's office.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Mentor." As soon as Ryan entered, he saw mentor Mogaro, staring at the remains of a metal arm on the table, pondering in silence.

"Ryan, I have carefully studied the metal arm you gave me some time ago. The level of puppetry in the Federation is even higher than that in the Empire." Mogaro, a master who has been immersed in puppetry for most of his life, couldn't help but sigh.

After hearing what Mogaro said and glancing at the remains of the metal arm on the table, Ryan immediately understood what the other party was talking about.

On the table were the remains of Tie Nan’s metal arm from the Blood Crest Mercenary Group.

Ryan gave it to his mentor Mogaro some time ago, hoping that he would help study it.

According to intelligence, the remains of this metal arm originated from the skills of the Eagle Federation's top puppet master. Although Ryan joined the Bishu Construction School, he only studied a book called Principles of Puppetry when it came to puppetry.

After studying the remains of the metal arm, he still didn't understand many things, so he gave it to his mentor Mogaro.

"Teacher, can you be more specific?" Ryan asked.

"Although its manufacturing principle is not complicated, there are two key points. First, its entire manufacturing precision is extremely high, and the fit of each joint and gear is almost perfect."

"Even if I want to make similar parts with metal deformation alone, I'm afraid the precision is not enough."

Ryan looked at it and nodded.

This metal arm has complicated components, and many of its parts are the same size as those of Swiss watches in the past.

If the manufacturing accuracy of the iron combat puppet is at the millimeter level, then the manufacturing accuracy of this metal arm is at least dozens of times higher, reaching 0.01 mm.

However, he did not quite agree with the second half of Teacher Mogaro's words.

He had experimented on his own at that time. With his metal deformation technique which was solidified as his innate magic, it was not difficult to produce parts with such precision. It was just a little slower.

This should have a lot to do with his super affinity for metal elements and his unprecedented solidification of metal transfiguration into a natural witchcraft.

As for other metal wizards, even if they are level 2 liquefaction wizards or even level 3 crystallization wizards, who are at a higher level than Mentor Mogaro, they may not be able to use metal transfiguration alone to produce such high-precision components.

"Secondly, the other party also used some kind of flesh puppet making technique to connect the human nerves with this metal arm. I am not very good at this part of the technology."

"Ryan, this is why I called you here. I wanted to ask if you are willing to hand this over to the school."

"Because after you submit it to the school, the Flesh and Blood Puppet Department can also study your thing. By then, if there are any research results, you, the submitter, can share the information for free."

"Of course, if you submit your school, you will also receive a considerable contribution point reward," said Mogaro.

Flesh and blood puppet technology?
No wonder Master Mogaro wanted him to come over. Indeed, if it involves the making of flesh and blood puppets, the scope of this skill has exceeded the area that the other party is familiar with.

To put it simply, the research on the remains of this metal arm requires cross-departmental collaboration.

After thinking about it, Ryan nodded and said, "Of course."

Ryan felt that researching this kind of thing still required collective wisdom and strength, especially at the moment when his research ability was still relatively weak.

In addition, he also wanted to go to the school's item exchange office to see if there was any witchcraft suitable for him. This exchange naturally required a lot of contribution points.

"3700 contribution points?"

"This is a lot more than expected." Ryan thought to himself, holding a crystal card that was specifically used to record contribution points.

He had just handed over the remains of Tie Nan's metal arm from the Blood Peak Mercenary Group to the school. This was because the joints of the arm were severely damaged, otherwise, the exchange price would be much higher.

Just as Ryan was about to go to the school's exchange office, the platinum-level emblem on his body began to vibrate.

After thinking about it, Ryan decided to rush back to headquarters immediately.

When Ryan arrived at the gate of the Sword Bearer headquarters, suddenly, he heard the sound of horse hooves behind him.

Ryan turned his head and saw two luxurious carriages slowly appearing behind him. A familiar figure jumped out of the first carriage. It was Olena from the Munster Swordsman branch.

The other person was dressed in a small suit and a black pleated skirt, looking smart.

Ryan raised his eyebrows and stepped forward quickly.

"Sir Olena, why are you in the imperial capital?"

"Lord Ryan, long time no see." The capable young woman said with a smile.

"However, it's not that I don't want to reminisce with you, but there are two adults waiting for you back there." The capable young woman Olena leaned slightly closer to Ryan's ear and whispered softly.

Ok?
"Okay!" Ryan made a vague guess.

Sure enough, when he got on the second carriage.

Inside the carriage were Admiral Edward from the Munster Swordbearers Division and the female major general from the headquarters whom Ryan had met twice.

"Admiral Edward, why are you here?" Ryan's eyes lit up and he asked in surprise. "Ryan, I didn't expect you to do such a big thing just after coming to the imperial capital. I was really surprised." Admiral Edward patted Ryan's shoulder affectionately and smiled bitterly.

Ryan naturally knew what Edward was talking about. He smiled and said nothing.

"Sit down and talk. This is Major General Tatia. You should have met her before." Admiral Edward pointed to the female major general next to him and said.

"Hello, Mr. Ryan."

"Hello, Major General Tatia."

When Ryan saw this scene, he vaguely grasped something.

It seems that Admiral Edward and General Augustus are very likely to be on the same line. As for the nature of this line, he is not quite sure.

They could be supporters of the Emperor or a certain prince, or they could be a certain political faction.

"Let Major General Tatia talk to you about the specifics."

"Okay, Admiral Edward." Ryan nodded and sat opposite the two of them.

"Mr. Ryan, your move this time has stirred up a hornet's nest among the conservative nobles, especially the Durham family. They haven't suffered such a big loss in a long time."

"We received accurate intelligence earlier and intercepted the attack by the Blade Squad in Gnom Province and the seizure of physical evidence."

"The current situation is that the other party is likely to attack you directly."

"Old school?" Ryan frowned slightly, and he keenly caught a word.

Ever since he came to the imperial capital of Tamriel, he has been concentrating on improving his strength and has not been very concerned about politics.

Although he was not very familiar with the current political factions in the empire, he could roughly guess a lot from the three words "conservatives" about the 5,000-year culture of the great country in the previous life.

If there are conservatives, then naturally there will be reformers, or so-called innovative people.

"That's right. The conservatives represented by some of the old nobles of the empire are very resistant to everything coming from the Federation."

"Mr. Ryan, you should have heard that the Federation's artillery can shoot farther than ours. The navy's warships have begun to be covered with iron sheets, and the airships have even used a device called steam power."

"As for these new technologies, the conservatives all resist them. They believe that the use and spread of these technologies will affect their interests."

"But within the empire, especially within the military, many generals are very worried about this situation. Now the strength of the empire's ordinary military has clearly fallen behind that of the Federation."

"Especially in the past two years, the situation has become increasingly turbulent. If the gods revive and choose a human country to attack, will they choose the weak empire or the powerful federation?"

In fact, at this point, Ryan basically understood what was going on.

The Dragun Empire has been passed down for more than two thousand years. Although class stratification and corruption are rampant, and various interest groups are fighting against each other, there is no shortage of knowledgeable people within the Empire, especially in the combat departments.

Ryan glanced at Admiral Edward standing beside him. It was obvious that the other party was most likely a member of the reformist faction.

Of course, in the eyes of conservatives, he is also a member of the reformists.

However, to be honest, Ryan had seen many struggles between reformers and conservatives in history textbooks in his previous life. In fact, he was not very interested in this and did not want to be used as a gun.

But since the so-called conservatives want to take action against him, he can only stand on the side of the reformists for the time being.

However, Ryan knew very well that this was an extraordinary world, and the Dragun Empire was an imperial system. The difficulty of any change was far greater than the "Hundred Days' Reform".

A great man in the past once said, "Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun!"
According to Ryan's understanding, this sentence is equivalent to "only those with top combat power have the right to speak", so he would work so tirelessly to improve his combat power.

"And you may not know, Lord Ryan, that this incident of yours has inadvertently touched the other party's sensitive point. Now, the higher-ups sent me here just to ask you what your next plan is?"

"Oh? Asking for my opinion? I think the higher-ups should have made a general decision on this matter. Is my opinion important?" Ryan raised his eyebrows.

"Haha, Mr. Ryan, you are so young and yet you have such extraordinary strength, so the above opinions fully respect your opinion."

"If you want to take a step back, you will be transferred to a remote military post where the old guard can't reach that far. Your family will also be properly settled and their safety will be guaranteed."

"If you want to have a go at these families, we will fully support you. You can rest assured that we will be your strong backing."

"I see." Ryan nodded, his eyes flickering, thinking quickly.

Go hide in a remote area?

Although you are far away from the vortex of struggle, you are also far away from the resource center, and the speed at which your strength improves will be greatly reduced.

More importantly, he can only obtain a large number of system rewards through fighting.

Therefore, Ryan would not choose this option unless he had no choice.

"If I choose the latter, do you have a specific plan?" Ryan asked.

"We plan to lift your restrictions in a few days. According to reliable information, you will be attacked once you leave the territory of Imperial Tamriel. We hope you can teach the conservatives a lesson."

"The other party has currently gathered a number of legendary masters. The one who needs the most attention is Harold, the 'Sculptor' who is known as the strongest legend."

Hmm? The strongest legend?
So it's still at the legendary level?
Hearing this news, Ryan couldn't help but look strange, and said: "Major General Tatia, are you sure the other party won't send out epic-level strongmen?"

"Haha, you can rest assured about this. Epic-level warriors are important weapons of the empire. Once they interfere in private fights, they will be severely punished by the imperial family."

"But according to the plan, you need to hold out against the enemy's attack for two or three minutes. Only with the personnel we have arranged around you can we completely surround the target. Also, in order to avoid being discovered by the enemy, it's best for you to only bring Claire and Beyonce with you."

When she said this, the female major general named Tatia also had a serious expression on her face.

After all, it is not an easy task to last two minutes among a group of legendary strongmen.

The higher-ups made this decision after carefully evaluating the combat capability of Mr. Ryan.

Although the Sword Bearer Headquarters could equip Ryan with five or even more legendary warriors, this would not be beneficial to the plan and would be too conspicuous and could easily alert the enemy.

"No problem on my end." Ryan thought for a moment and nodded.

If there are no epic-level strong men, even if there are ten legendary strong men, two minutes is enough.

"Mr. Ryan, it would be great if you have confidence, but I hope you will be careful. Harold is not someone you can easily deal with."

"Oh? Do you have any detailed information about this Harold?"

"Of course, Harold the Sculptor is a top-level third-level crystal wizard from the Isolde School, a large wizard school. He is good at rock magic. Rock magic is a variation of the earth magic, similar to the ice magic in the water magic."

Tatia narrated slowly.

"The other party has too many achievements in the past, but the most eye-catching one was during the Imperial Capital War. He survived a blow from a divine saint in the descending state, so he got the title of the strongest legend."

"Can you be immortal after receiving the state of the descent of the God Saint?" This made Ryan's face serious.

He knew very well that when a saint of the gods came, his strength would be several times greater than that of an ordinary projection.

Of course, the conditions for the saint to descend are more stringent, and certain prerequisites are required to achieve it. For example, it is necessary to find a type of person in this world whose physique is collectively referred to as the "God-favored physique."

Then, the advent ceremony will be carried out.

It can be simply understood as finding a container for the gods. Naturally, the power they can exert will be stronger than projections without containers.

In addition, different gods favor different physiques.

"That's right. So, Lord Ryan, please don't take it lightly." Tatia said seriously.

"it is good!"

"Then Lord Ryan, please prepare well. The time should be within these two days."

"Ryan, is there anything else you need?" Seeing that Tatia had almost finished explaining the situation, Admiral Edward looked at Ryan and asked.

"Not yet, thank you Admiral Edward."

When Ryan returned to his room, he closed the door and began to think alone.

Obviously, because of Anna's identity as the elf, he was gradually drawn into an increasingly large vortex, which was very different from his plan when he first came to the imperial capital Tamriel.

Originally, he thought that he would have time to study witchcraft in the School of Construction, but the current situation is that the provocations from the Drum family and the conservatives are coming one after another.

"It seems that I have to teach them a lesson this time." Ryan's face became serious.

A great man in the past once said that peace will survive if it is sought through struggle, but it will die if it is sought through compromise.

Ryan is not afraid of fighting, not to mention that the system gives experience after fighting.

“Since the epic-level strongmen are equivalent to the strategic nuclear weapons of the previous life and the heavy weapons of the empire, which cannot be used easily, there is no need to worry too much.”

"Of course, you can't relax too much."

"After all, various high-level witchcraft and divine scrolls emerge in an endless stream, and the power of some magical weapons is also extremely huge. If you are not careful, even the gods may capsize in the gutter, let alone yourself."

Just as Ryan was sorting out his thoughts.

At the Durham family mansion, a group of people got off the luxurious carriage, and this time, Duke Durham greeted them at the door of the mansion with a smile on his face.

The servants in the mansion were quite surprised by this scene.

You know, even in the imperial capital, there are not many people whose status is higher than that of Duke Drum, except for the royal family.

(End of this chapter)