Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 120: City Lord's Wife (6 more votes required!)

"Before coming here, I also thought that wizards' rule relied on simple and crude means of force and suppression.

But now it seems that using the small to control the big, and using the few to govern the many, is far from being that simple.”

“Yes, especially when it comes to situations involving secular wars, various methods far beyond the imagination of ordinary people have a wider range of uses.

For example, the bird puppet Celine bought earlier can detect enemies from a distance."

"And Ivant's reconnaissance and stealth skills almost deceived even Lord Roy back then..."

"Senior Damo can also make realistic puppets... No, this time we have to use centaurs, right?"

As everyone talked, they quickly thought of the various uses of their own methods.

They did not avoid the Centaur natives beside them.

Because the language they use is the wizard language of the Wezel civilization.

This language was passed down from the high magic world, with matching runes and spells, which is difficult for people in the low magic world to understand.

At this moment, under everyone's seats, centaur warriors stood docilely.

The one Roy was riding was none other than Atidiya, the captain of the guards assigned to him by his teacher from the castle.

At the beginning, Roy was not used to the feeling of riding an intelligent creature, and he was afraid that his skills were not good enough and he would be thrown off.

But Atidiya was very docile, a loyalty and reliability bred by the caste system and long-term slave education.

"Lord Roy, it's getting late. We should go into the city first."

After a while, Atedia spoke.

"Okay, let's go." Roy said.

Attidia then broke into a run.

The other Centaur warriors followed suit.

……

In the city of Skatu, the guards discovered the crowd and immediately became alert.

There were more than a hundred of them, and they looked like rampant bandits.

However, after seeing the human on the centaur's back, the misunderstanding was immediately resolved.

"It's the wizard from the capital!"

On the top of the city wall, an old apprentice in apprentice robes shouted.

"Quick, lower the drawbridge!"

After everyone entered, the old apprentice was already at the door with several human officials to greet them.

“This must be Lord Roy. The king has already informed us of the situation.

I am Burley, a follower of Master Stina, and a senior apprentice from the Sangris Wuta."

After listening to his introduction and looking at his aged face, everyone knew that he was not the descendant of immigrants, but an old apprentice who had stepped out of the starry sea and applied for the job decades ago.

However, seeing that this man is in his 70s, he still looks like a senior apprentice. It is unlikely that he will have any chance of promotion in this life.

As he was speaking, a Centaur noble from the Kingdom of Knight stood up.

"It's getting late, please come in and discuss the details."

This is the mayor of Skatu City. He looks like a nobleman, but next to the old apprentice, he looks like a follower.

"please!"

Borley mounted his centaur and led the way on the front side as a sign of respect.

……

Not long after, at the City Lord's Mansion.

In the spacious hall, everyone sat on the floor, surrounding Roy like a group of stars surrounding the moon at the large table above.

There was an endless stream of Centaur maids, as petite as deer, serving all kinds of delicious food, and there were dancers singing and dancing below to entertain the guests.

Roy and others drank and chatted while enjoying the exotic show.

"That's basically the situation. The Blood Mane Tribe in the south has always been unruly. This time, they've taken advantage of the autumn harvest to cause trouble again. This is the annual 'grass-raiding'... If possible, I hope the wizard can help protect the people and the land."

The city lord who had come to greet him earlier gave a brief explanation and made a request with some hope.

"Frankly speaking, our colonial rule is indeed lax and lax. The indigenous nobles are only concerned with living a life of luxury and debauchery, and their military preparations are gradually being relaxed..."

Boli was a little embarrassed and quietly explained to Roy.

In fact, Roy and others already had some understanding before they came here.

They knew that in order to maintain colonial rule, wizards deliberately suppressed the development potential of indigenous people.

Because of the Centaur's body structure, the local natives basically sit on the ground, and the doors of various halls and rooms are wide, flat and straight.

These things, which are derived from physiological structures, are objective conditions, and even wizards cannot easily force them to change.

It’s not that it can’t be done, but it requires a huge cost of governance, which often outweighs the benefits.

However, strict restrictions were placed on iron ore and the forging of swords and armor, which destroyed traditional cultural customs and moral concepts.

These are often irrelevant to the general public and are not a real pain.

Guiding aesthetics...

They even vigorously promoted singing, dancing, drinking, all kinds of frolicking and reveling in excess...

It is in line with biological instinct.

Not only will this create much less resistance, some may even gain support!

Thanks to the unremitting efforts of wizards over hundreds of years, a group of corrupt nobles who hate war and indulge in extravagance and debauchery have emerged in the Kingdom of Knight.

Add to that all sorts of intentional or unintentional wars and forced labor...

The entire kingdom has become completely corrupt.

But the barbarians on the border don't like this.

The living conditions there are harsh, with many ferocious beasts and disasters. Only strong warriors can survive.

"No wonder the Alliance doesn't recruit soldiers from here anymore. I heard that hundreds of years ago, they even recruited a special Centaur Legion to participate in the Planar War as a vassal army..."

Several apprentices discussed this privately, feeling both amused and helpless.

This kind of colony is really useless.

No wonder that in the later period, most of the supplies were made of materials.

After the banquet, night fell.

The city lord summoned several slender and beautiful centaur girls.

"These are all carefully selected from this city. I hope you all like them..."

Roy's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't want to hit someone who smiled at him.

Facing such a native city lord, he couldn't scold him, so he could only say calmly: "Forget it, my witchcraft experiments are very dangerous, and ordinary creatures are strictly prohibited from approaching."

This is half true and half false.

He is indeed in the stage of controlling his own radiation pollution and trying to engrave his innate witchcraft.

In addition, the situation here is unclear, and I am afraid that some assassins may approach, and I don’t want to provoke these strange natives.

The city lord felt a little regretful, but he quickly expressed his understanding.

Not long after, Roy settled down in the mansion arranged by the city lord, but instead of meditating or resting, he was busy with alchemical creations.

As a result, he had just taken out the alchemical tools he carried with him and asked Celine to help prepare them when he heard the captain of the guards Atidia who was guarding outside suddenly come to report.

"The mayor's wife is here."

Roy walked out and took a look, his expression slightly paused.

Appearing in the hall was a hot and beautiful Centaur woman, wearing a frivolous and gorgeous gauze, with her skin half hidden and half visible, looking seductive and attractive.

What was even more surprising was that the city lord's wife had a milky white complexion that shone brightly. Under the light of candles, she looked like she was carved out of jade.

(End of this chapter)