Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 881 This is Leon's battle

The future King Leon of the North stood majestically in mid-air.

He was standing on a long, empty serpent.

The King's March, a passionate anthem that never stops until the very end, resonated in the air, as if cheering him on.

Indeed, he was given many buff spells.

This is the protection that successive kings have continuously strengthened since the day the northern lands were first established.

The Void Serpent that allows people to stand in mid-air is the result of His Majesty Travis's efforts.

He was also the only one who, even without the power, could increase his magical buff under the red carpet magic circle, which only the next king could personally operate.

Other kings could only choose to infuse their soul power into the magic circle, granting the next king a blessing in terms of strength or defense.

However, since the maternal lineages are different, the buffs they can provide are also different.

Therefore, with dozens of buffs, Leon is indeed not afraid of any invading enemy.

Although it was clear that the other party had come with the space-cutting power of that painful lady again... Leon's giant shield was already shattered into pieces.

But the shield had already accomplished its most important task... the most terrifying and irresistible conceptual cut had been completely blocked.

Even the Law of Pain, if used in other worlds, must adhere to certain logic.

It cannot be used without restrictions.

It can either be used indefinitely, but the ability to cut space will inevitably weaken.

This is the same type that the outsiders used at Watson Castle.

Alternatively, one could unleash all their power at once... but once blocked, even with the aid of a magical artifact, it would be impossible to use it again in a short period of time.

The laws they invoke still belong to this world.

Only the City of Sigil can provide an endless supply of energy.

Therefore, as long as Leon blocks the first blade, his protective layer will be enough to block these external attacks, given that both sides' limits are currently being set.

Even if these people really did have six arms, each holding a sharp sword.

But Leon had a feeling that these guys were probably made this way, not that they were born this way.

It's probably just a copy of some special race; each of its six arms uses its own weapon, and its coordination is only comparable to that of an ordinary knight order.

Their Tiger Blade circular formation is much easier to use than this.

Tsk~
Having long since adopted the fighting style of the Gale Wolves next door, Leon, who could easily fight his way through his own knights' ranks, was not afraid of this at all.

But the weapon seemed quite interesting; Leon wore a round shield on his wrist, brandished a longsword, and fought with great enthusiasm.
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Travis, inside the Wind Palace, appeared expressionless, but his mind was in turmoil.

His beloved Luscania was also shouting in his mind: "What the hell is this thing! Is this really a mage?"
I thought I had somehow ended up in Toril!
Isn't this just the gear-explosion philosophy of the dwarfs?
The gears are theirs, and so is the explosion.

My most important thing is to stay away, lest I get covered in mud... Ohhh!

They actually dared to unleash a firestorm with that broken cannon!
Firewall! They turned the firestorm into a firewall... and it burned their own houses down!

Ah~ Is this a habit you've developed, immediately unleashing an Ice Storm?

Travis was startled: "An ice storm here?"

Do you really think the Lord of Storms is dead?

He shifted restlessly on the throne, then settled down under the watchful gaze of the prime minister.

I really want to go out and see the world!
Unfortunately, according to the rules of the succession to the throne, as the former king, he could only provide assistance and could not personally participate.

This is the ironclad rule of the Knight King, part of the king's majesty, and no one can easily violate it.

He actually wanted to show off back then, but unfortunately, his brothers preferred to collude with foreign enemies rather than have a straightforward fight with him like this.

Travis, looking resigned, leaned on the armrest of the throne and closed his eyes in deep thought... Fortunately, he still had Luscania.

He won't actually do anything; he'll just be using Luscania's eyes to watch the show. That should be fine, right?

The ministers standing below the throne exchanged glances and ultimately chose to remain silent.

Each and every one of them here has no intention of continuing to work for the next King of the North.

Especially the prime minister and the finance minister.

Having real power is certainly good, but it depends on what you're working under.

It's a tiring and heartbreaking job; let whoever wants to do it do it.

Leon and Travis are quite similar; their styles of doing things are also noticeably eccentric.

Having finally adapted to Travis, they really didn't want to have to adapt to another crazy thing.

In any case, they certainly wouldn't continue to suffer this pain with their frail old bodies.

Their most important task is to rest and recuperate, and then await His Majesty Travis's divine summons.

Of course, it's also possible that he might have a moment of despair and choose to die first. After all, while immortality is desirable, working for someone like Travis for eternity seems rather miserable.

Everyone was still a little hesitant.

But it's certain that he doesn't intend to work for the next king.

His Majesty Travis may be a lot of trouble and a handful, but he's really rich!

Although he left Leon with enough assets, smart people know that the hardest and most lucrative job is that of the original developers.

With His Majesty Travis's presence as a deterrent, their development work has no chance of failure; at worst, they might make more or less money.

Everyone's wallets have bulged up over the years within the legal and compliant scope.

But if it were Leon, who would find it difficult to maintain his position and would certainly face various challenges three years after taking office, that would be far too difficult.

Most importantly, it's very likely that all that effort will be in vain... With so many trusted confidants by his side, how could Leon possibly reuse his old ministers!

Therefore, everyone should honestly complete the three-year handover work and leave a good ending to their important careers!
Once it's confirmed that they'll leave directly, Leon's people will probably be less suspicious.

Having neither asked for nor complained about Leon, no one in the Wind Palace would want to offer any pointless advice, and soon all that remained was calm and tranquility.

Only the occasional hissing and twitching sounds emitted by His Majesty Travis on his throne testified to the unrest outside this luxurious palace.
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Travis, on the other hand, is genuinely happy.

The Lord of Storms clearly couldn't hold back; although he didn't personally show up, he did take a semi-participation.

He didn't receive such good treatment when he first came to power.

In short, on that strange, chaotic magic ship, ice particles and flames are now spinning together in the wind, and none of them have managed to break into the others.

Only the walls and the deck of the ship withstood the attack from all three sides... The wind was noticeably more powerful when it hit the ship.

"Is the reaction that slow?" Travis couldn't help but mutter.

He didn't know many mages, but neither Arthasan nor Lori would be foolish enough to use Ice Storm at this time.

Even if the spell might work on the enemy on the other side, it won't.

After all, in any battle, the most fundamental thing is to protect yourself first.

Even if you're forced into a lose-lose situation, you can't put yourself in a huge fight before you've even started!
Even if someone were foolish enough to use it, they would immediately think of a way to fix it instead of letting their house get into this mess.

"You think mages who can build a magical ship fortress like this are normal?" Luscania said with some boredom. "Looking at this thing, I feel like I should take a look at Alsarana Castle."

"Or does Lowry's type suit you better?" Travis asked with a smile.

"Is that a space fortress, Lori? It's called a dragon's nest!" Luscania replied decisively. "What dragon wouldn't love that?"

“But this magic ship’s defenses really do meet the requirements of interstellar travel,” Travis pondered. “And for the time being, we can’t break through them!”

“It doesn’t matter.” Luscania sneered. “They’re here to stop me, but my job is to stop them too!”
That's good, it also gives me time to study the mainstream building materials in the astral plane.

I can share it with Lowry when I get back.

Luscania believed that her friends would figure out how to make this material.

After all, he already had something similar in hand.

"Hmm...it's finally starting to rain!" Travis examined the image in front of him. "This rain...it's a bit eerie...it doesn't seem like rain."

"What are you talking about? That's clearly very violent water!" Luscania asked, puzzled. "Shouldn't it be Poseidon, the sea god?"

“Poseidon?” Travis hesitated for a moment before saying, “I don’t think it looks quite like him!”
It looks like there's a dead body in the torrential rain.

Luscania thought for a moment and then concluded: "No matter who it is, the rain is going to be in trouble."

He has already blended his own scent into the rainwater of this world!

Who knows if Rainwater will still be a goddess in the future?

Travis stared intently at the still raging whirlwind: "The Lord of Storms should have noticed it too."

“They’re up to something! They’ll never relinquish the divine position of sea god.” Luscania smiled dismissively. “We don’t want to be dragged into this as cannon fodder.”

The divine office of the sea god must not be touched lightly.

Even the White Dragon King wouldn't dare!
Travis? What are you looking at?
Didn't I tell you not to pay attention to what's going on with Leon?

Travis immediately composed himself: "I was just looking, I didn't mean to do anything."

“Just watching isn’t enough. If he falls behind, you definitely won’t be able to resist,” Luscania reminded her seriously. “Although you have handed over control of the palace’s magic array to him, as long as the throne has not been formally handed over, your will is the most fundamental ideology of the palace.”

If you're not careful, you might interfere with Leon's path.

He'll hate you later.

“Leon won’t,” Travis said confidently. “That kid can understand some of the dangers of concern.”

"The child is quiet, but you're causing trouble?" Luscania mocked.

(End of this chapter)