Throne of the North.

Chapter 543: Alliance, the Past of Magicians
The war ended at sunset. The Crusaders, who had been defeated again and again, had no hope of victory without Priest Yawen.

However, on the battlefield, the armies of both sides were still confronting each other. The war had been going on for so long, it was not easy to stop suddenly, especially for those witches and ghosts, who were still immersed in the previous killings. Their restlessness did not diminish until the blood on the battlefield dried up.

"Gerald is the precious and ancient friendship of the Emperor of the Empire. Light bears witness to the common honor of the Empire and Gerald. We will eventually work towards the same goal."

"Even the gods cannot stop us from moving forward."

Ryan led his army to block the center of the battlefield. Early the next morning, the army stayed here while the nobles went to the Moonlight Manor.

"I hope Mr. Pascal can help Gerald send his regards to His Majesty the Emperor."

The two counts, Golden Eyes and Black Eyes, looked at Count Pascal with a smile. At this moment, all the nobles had smiles on their faces, as if there had never been a war of opposition before.

Count Pascal also smiled. He had finally fulfilled his bloodline's wish, and he felt extremely relieved at the moment.

"I will personally convey Gerald's friendship to His Majesty the Emperor."

Beside him, Ryan coughed.

"My Lord Earl, I have previously promised Earl Gerald on behalf of the Emperor that we would provide them with a batch of food and knight life potions. After all, Gerald will now have to face the pressure from the south with us."

Hearing Ryan's words, several nobles were a little surprised, including the two earls Gerald, but they hid their emotions well and did not say it out loud.

"I think His Majesty the Emperor will not be stingy in supporting Gerald."

Not only did he backstab and kill Priest Yawen, but he also destroyed the Crusaders. The emperor would probably wake up laughing in his sleep. How could he refuse such a small thing?

Ryan nodded slightly to the two earls Gerald, as if to prove what he had said before, that Lord Gerald would not lose everything they had now.

However, when these nobles left, Gerald still sent many precious and ancient gifts to Emperor Flor to witness the friendship between the two sides.

“He actually agreed.”

On the way back, Grand Duke Leta still looked at Ryan with some disbelief.

"how did you do it?"

Ryan smiled and said nothing,
"Gerald, who has no food, turns his heart to the light. They are devout believers in the light."

Grand Duke Leta frowned. He didn't believe it was that simple, but Ryan didn't explain any more.

Back to the land of the Andara Kingdom, as expected, the Serra Kingdom also began to withdraw its troops from the battlefield in the south. In the Andara Royal City, Laurent Columbus once again angrily questioned Count Pascal.

"Why would the Gargoyle Army ignore the battlefield of the Dragon Army!?"

The royal family member was extremely angry. Pascal looked at him and said calmly:
"The war is over. I will go to the Imperial City and explain it to His Majesty the Emperor in person."

Lauren was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, without any of his previous arrogance.

All he wanted was a great nobleman to take the blame with him.

He raised his glass to the nobles present and changed the situation.

"We were able to win the war against the Dawn Church this time thanks to the concerted efforts of the nobles. I will personally ask His Majesty that all of us will be rewarded accordingly for our contributions."

The nobles scoffed at this, but did not show it.

What contribution have you made, Lauren?
No one exposed him. At the banquet in the royal palace, the nobles were all singing, laughing and dancing. There was no intrigue or calculation, only joy for victory. Even King Adams joined in the fun with the nobles. He laughed happily, as if the kingdom's multi-directional war victories were all his credit.

The king wanted to have a week-long banquet, but Count Ryan and Pascal refused.

"Your Majesty, our army cannot remain in your land after the war. The Emperor's order has ended."

King Adams frowned a little, but agreed and did not try to persuade him to stay.

Ryan did not leave, and continued:

"But your majesty, the Gerald noble territory is now an ally of light. We are no longer fighting alone. It will be basically impossible for the Sera Kingdom to pose a threat to the Andara Kingdom in the future."

"I plan to build a road to connect to Gerald Territory, from North Wind Avenue to the Royal City, and then to Gerald Territory. This is a trade route. Of course, half of it belongs to the Andara royal family."

"Can it be useful?"

The king was puzzled, but Ryan explained with a smile:
"The wealth we harvest every year will definitely not disappoint Your Majesty."

"After all, there is no land around the Andara Kingdom that can threaten you now, and the road will only bring wealth."

Hearing this, Adams' eyes lit up.

"Then do as you say, Lord Ryan."

Before leaving, King Andara once again gave Ryan wealth worth 50,000 gold coins.

"Isn't that Pope going to be furious?"

On North Wind Avenue, Ryan and Count Pascal were in a carriage. The war here was over, but their affairs within the empire were not settled yet. For example, Count Pascal did need to go to the imperial capital to explain his command in the early stages of the war, and then there was the Danube Province's support for the southern war.

This is the political stance of the nobles, but it requires actual material expenditures, and Count Pascal also needs to strive for more benefits for the nobles in the Danube Province.

"Of course. The continuous loss of faith in the northern lands has dealt a blow to the Pope's authority. If he cannot explain his faith to the Lord of Dawn, I'm afraid the Pope will have to be replaced."

Count Pascal knew a lot about the Church of Dawn. After all, they had not changed over the years.

“How are they going to explain it?”

Ryan asked curiously.

"How else can it be explained? It's nothing more than holding a few priest ceremonies, letting the believers pray devoutly to generate more power of faith and then handing it over to their Lord. Then, they will start a war in the south of the empire, and of course they need to win."

"The former is just a superficial effort, while the latter is an explanation to all clergy of the Dawn Church. Otherwise, the Pope's authority will be questioned."

"In fact...I'm afraid it has already begun."

It has indeed begun. When the emperor of the Imperial Capital laughed and the Pope of the Holy Mountain remained silent, war broke out again in the Thousand Lakes Province of the Empire. The believers of Dawn fearlessly charged towards the imperial army, and then a large-scale battle broke out on the battlefield.

Ryan also received an order from the emperor of the imperial capital, asking him to go to the imperial capital to accept the emperor's reward.

It can be seen that compared to the last time Ryan blocked the invasion of orcs in the North Wind Province, this time the Emperor was more pleased with the destruction of the Holy See's Crusaders in the Andara Kingdom.

Perhaps it was also because the emperor had to express his gratitude to Ryan no matter what this time.

"Your Majesty will surely confer a higher title on me, right?"

Butler Beard was the most excited about this and prepared many gorgeous things to decorate the non-magic carriage.

In response to his question, Ryan thought about it and then shook his head in boredom.

"Probably not."

"why?"

Beard stood there in a daze, as if struck by lightning, with a look of disbelief on his face.

“Because there is no land.”

"According to the rules, the promotion of the title must have corresponding land. To promote my title, they need to allocate land to me from the surrounding areas of the Tundra Territory. But now the north of the Tundra Territory is the Northern Border, and the south of the swamp is Baron Hatton's territory. Further south is Zero Crossing City. The emperor is not qualified to make Baron Hatton's territory mine."

"As for the swamp, it has long been mine."

"Unless the emperor intends to create a noble who does not match the land, and turn Baron Ryan into Earl Ryan with only the barony."

"Originally, because there was not enough land to divide, we created a noble rank like lord. Now we are going to create some landless nobles. If this is really the case, my emperor will probably have to step down from that position soon." The promotion of titles and the lord system are essentially due to the fact that there is not enough land and there are too many nobles.

The emperor of the Flor Empire does not have enough power to do two things in a short period of time to change the status of the nobles.

If this were to be done, the first person to agree would not be Ryan, but the great nobles of the empire, and even the great nobles outside the empire.

They thought about a lot of things, such as whether the emperor would reduce the territories of the great nobles, or whether the kings would follow the example of the emperor of the empire and do the same.

If the nobles don't allow it, the emperor can't do it.

Ryan suddenly thought of the word "reducing the power of the feudal lords" and couldn't help laughing.

"Don't be so depressed, sir. What's the difference between me and a great noble now? And can't I get what the emperor doesn't give me myself?"

"When did I need him to give me what I needed?"

Beard was swallowing hard, as if he didn't hear what was said, but the next moment he straightened his chest as if he was proud.

"We should go to the Imperial City. Is Madam ready?"

It is rare for a frontier noble to have the opportunity to travel from his own territory to the imperial capital. From the northern border to the imperial capital, the scenery along the way is as dazzling as the changing of seasons.

"The Volga Province is actually a land without mountains. It is said that the wheat grown here can feed the entire population of the empire."

Avril looked curiously at the golden world outside the carriage and marveled at the splendor of the wheat fields.

“It should have been possible before, but it’s definitely not possible now.”

Ryan didn't think the Volga Province could do it. The yield per mu here was no more than 100 kilograms. The key point was that the empire had now added a large number of people from another world.

"But it's still shocking enough. Even Nidhogg's land can't grow so much food."

Ryan was also surprised by the Volga Province. After all, there was no efficient means of cultivation in the world now, and it all depended on the serfs and civilians working with hunched backs.

The population of the Volga Province should be quite large, Ryan thought.

"Preston and Count Oliveira are the first nobles to migrate people from another world."

A hundred years ago, many nobles were unable to adapt to the changing times. They preferred a stable and unchanging society so that they could always be the nobles at the top of the food chain.

But as times change, there will always be people who sense the opportunity and make changes. The two earls and nobles in the Volga Province were the kind of people who had too much to eat and nothing to do.

However, their actions also accelerated the development of all aspects of the empire. People live in groups, and after a large number of people were relocated, those extraordinary people followed and joined Norris's more prosperous world, thus accelerating the process of the empire breaking away from the Vatican and establishing its own extraordinary system.

"I heard that Archduke Rodrigo is setting up some kind of magician association? He's planning to have all magicians join it?"

Ryan was still very curious about the extraordinary environment of the empire. He heard about this Magicians Association from Mr. Ivy, who asked Ryan for his opinion on the matter.

At this point, Ryan couldn't help but feel regretful that when he participated in the war, the noble assassin did not show up. He was still thinking of using Lord Ivan's power to force the other party to reveal his identity.

I can bear it.

"Archduke Rodrigo is a legendary magician. Almost all of Rodrigo's bloodline are born mages. It's normal for him to do this. The number of magicians in the empire has indeed increased a lot over the years. The School of Magic asks His Majesty the Emperor for more funding every year."

Avril said this, and Ryan smiled without saying anything more.

Is this normal? If there were not many magicians in the family of Archduke Rodrigo, then that would be normal. But since all of Archduke Rodrigo's bloodline is made up of magicians, then after the birth of the Magicians Association, wouldn't it be in his hands?
It seems that the grand dukes are no pushovers. Grand Duke Rodrigo is already planning to use his authority to override the extraordinary wizards.

Power. The nobles are no longer satisfied with their power over slaves, civilians, and knights, and are beginning to move towards a higher position on the extraordinary ladder.

The Magicians Association has been talking about this for many years, but has never succeeded. Just this one point alone, Ryan felt the storm coming before entering the Imperial Capital City.

The last time he went to the Imperial City was because of the announcement of the Lordship System. That was also a turbulent time, but before the dust settled, when Ryan went there, the struggles among the nobles had already ended.

As for this time... we also have to add the competition among the three electors and the electors' challenge to the emperor's authority.

It’s lively.

No wonder Count Pascal was so anxious to get closer to the imperial capital. He had ignored everything for the previous hundred years just to deal with Pastor Alvin. Now that he understood the situation, he was eager to catch up with the others who were a hundred years ahead.

Do you want to make the Pascal family stand at the top of the world again through the disputes in the imperial capital?
"If magicians form an association, is it a good thing or a bad thing?"

Ryan asked his wife, they still had to go to Calais Province to stay, and if nothing unexpected happened, they would be urged again.

Ryan is still thinking about entering the legend as soon as possible.

"It should be a good thing."

Avril thought for a moment and then said:

"The apprentice mages of the magic academy owe the academy a lot of gold coins. If the Magic Association is established, mages can complete commissions from thousands of miles away through the association and quickly accumulate wealth to pay off their debts. Those civilian mages have a hard life."

This is the truth. In an era when people could not even get enough food to eat, they became noble wizards. Their status changed, but the price was unimaginably high.

The children of the nobles, such as magician Avril, would owe the academy a large amount of wealth, not to mention the common people who have always been exploited?

"So, our Grand Duke Rodrigo is trying to win the support of the lower-level magicians."

"Not really. Many noble bloodlines agree with the Grand Duke's philosophy, not only because they want to be close to him, but also because after many noble families have children with magical talents, the support they can get is limited."

"Commoner mages feel satisfied with being magic apprentices, but the descendants of nobles think that being a magic apprentice is not as good as being a formal knight. After all, magic apprentices do not master many magics, and chanting takes too long to form extraordinary combat power, and it also does not increase lifespan."

"What they want is at least to become a magician or even a great magician."

“It’s impossible to get promoted without money.”

Ryan thought, in this case, the magicians got jobs, and Archduke Rodrigo became the boss of all the magicians?

Haha, no wonder the other nobles disagree. If it were me, I wouldn’t be able to do it either. In the future, whether I can invite a magician to become a priest will depend on Grand Duke Rodrigo’s mood.

But other nobles do not have the competitiveness of Grand Duke Rodrigo. Since they cannot compete, they might as well let the Grand Duke not get what he wants.

No one can control the Master Mage.

"What about those great wizards? Don't they have any ideas?"

"No."

Avril shook her head.

"The mages who own the Mage Tower complete all the materials and research they need by themselves. Even if they need some magical materials, there will be apprentices to find them, or they can directly trade with another great mage. The circle of great mages is very small, there are only so many in this world."

"But as far as I know, the archmages of the magic academy neither agreed nor refused."

"According to my former teacher, the lady with the title of Peacock, she seems to be more in favor of the Magic Association in order to prevent wars among magicians."

"War of Mages?"

Ryan was curious, this was the first time he heard it.

"Well, before the Pan-Dimensional War of Gods, although the magicians were hunted by the Church, they were not united internally. Many magicians fought against each other in towers, with a great wizard as the leader."

"Why? For resources?"

Ryan was puzzled. Why were the magicians fighting a war for no reason? Shouldn't they be hiding in the Mage Tower studying magic?
"This is only part of the reason. The main reason is that the concepts are different."

The war broke out because of different ideas. This reason is really impeccable.

(End of this chapter)