Ultraman: The Dark Shadow Mage, Creating a Magic Empire

Chapter 32 Alien Exploration: We Are Envoys

"What's this place called?"

"The advance team investigated and found it to be called Landon, which means 'center' in the local language. They're quite boastful, but we don't know if it's actually at the center of this planet."

"I'd like to know too, but unfortunately we can't fly to outer space. Once Lord Blue Dragon's orders come down, we can take a look at the general composition of this planet."

The group walked through the mountains and forests, their destination the city on the other side.

This is a world without oceans, similar to the Land of Light, with only a few lakes and several rivers flowing down from the mountains and across the entire continent.

It is precisely because of the water problem that they have only one central empire that controls the source of the rivers.

The rest of the regions were populated by feudal nobles and small kingdoms.

"They have magicians called court mages, but given the level of magic in this world, they are negligible."

"Even though it's not great, we absolutely had to come to this beautiful world!"

"Wouldn't that be an invasion?"

"What are you talking about! We are the rightful heirs of the Shadowmoon Civilization! This is a branch of the Shadowmoon Civilization's descendants, that's our kin! Isn't it normal to merge with our own kind? Even brothers quarrel sometimes, so it's normal for there to be friction between members of the same clan!"

"That makes sense!"

"So how do we begin with the first step?"

"I heard the princess of the Landon Empire is holding a marriage contest, shall we give it a try?"

"I saw her, she's quite pretty, and very well-mannered!"

"I think it's a good idea! It's all for the sake of the empire!"

"If it truly meets the requirements, then it must be presented to His Majesty!"

"That's right!"

Everyone agreed.

Only Lanster, who had remained silent the whole time, twitched the corner of his mouth.

The members of this exploration team are all top students who graduated from magic academies and science and technology colleges. They are from the previous two years and are considered to be seniors of Lanster's seniors.

These people have already worked their way up in the cabinet and have deeply understood the intricacies of how the cabinet operates!

They say such things without any shame; instead, they act with righteous indignation, as if they are willing to sacrifice themselves for the country.

"These guys... I hope Dieter won't be like this in the future? Ugh! That would be really awkward!"

Lanster imagined the scene of Dieter, with his half-expressionless face, saying such shameless things with a straight face...

Hmm, that's weird!

Forget it.

Lanster set off with them.

Due to its topography, although Landon is not separated from the sea and there is a lot of communication, the customs of different places vary greatly. Therefore, even though the group was wearing gorgeous griffin hair magic robes, they did not attract too much attention from passersby.

When they arrived at the capital of the Landon Empire, everyone frowned.

Lanster covered his mouth and nose and couldn't help but say, "I didn't expect that the environment here would be even worse than those empires and dynasties back then."

Lanster never expected that his first words upon arriving here would be to complain about the environment!

"This is similar to what happened back then. This is the era that His Majesty has designated as the 'Middle Ages.' His Majesty said in the Records of the Grand Historian that this was a sign of backward civilization, far removed from the China described in the Records of the Grand Historian."

The middle-aged team leader smiled and patted Lanster on the shoulder, "Don't take deep breaths, just breathe shallowly and slowly, relax."

"That book is really good, I've been reading it!"

"We followed the developments in the book, and if you ask me, it shouldn't be called 'Records of the Grand Historian,' it should be called 'The Ideal State'!"

The others, however, paid no attention, and were chatting enthusiastically about Norman's travelogue-style "Records of the Grand Historian," which he had written in his spare time.

After chatting for a while, they noticed Lanster's unusual behavior.

"Lanster, are you alright? Why have I been seeing you covering your nose the whole time?"

"Can't you smell that odor?"

Lanster's face twisted in disbelief. He never expected that his predecessors would be able to ignore the stench!

"Oh, you mean that? You've been studying magic for so long, have you forgotten you can also use the power of your bloodline to hold your breath?"

"Hold your breath?"

Lanster snapped out of his daze, his eye twitching slightly. He hadn't expected there to be such a solution.

Lanster tried it and was indeed able to use the power of his bloodline to control his body and temporarily block out his sense of smell.

It was precisely because they stood there for so long that they attracted the attention of the patrolling soldiers nearby.

"Hey! You guys! What are you doing here?"

That's why they're soldiers from the capital of a country; they dare to approach and question people even though they're dressed so splendidly.

"I'm just passing through, I'll be going now."

The leader calmly replied, but the soldiers had no intention of letting them go. A group of men quickly dispersed and surrounded the group.

"You two look like strangers, and the language you speak is strange. I can understand it, but it's not a Langton accent! Where are you from?"

The soldiers questioned him sternly.

Just as the team leader was about to reveal his identity as a member of the organization, he was stopped by Lanster.

Lanster stepped forward, bowed according to the Black Kingdom's etiquette, and then said magnanimously, "We come from the Black Kingdom, carrying the sincerity of our Emperor, to request an audience with your King!"

"messenger?"

"Exactly."

"Emissaries? What other countries are there? The entire Landon Continent only has one country, the Landon Empire! Where did you come from, you liars? Arrest them all!"

When the soldiers heard that they were envoys, their disdain deepened. They looked at Lanster and his men with nothing but greed in their eyes, showing no respect whatsoever.

"What are you grabbing?"

Lanster frowned. Along the way, they had seen not only a poor environment, but also widespread suffering and rebellions.

Unexpectedly, within this central empire, there was also a group of petty people who disrespected others and were only greedy for money, falsely accusing others!

"We are envoys of the Black King! To harm us is tantamount to starting a war! You cannot afford to bear that!"

"What the hell, Black King! This is the Landon Empire! Here, you listen to us! Take him away!"

The soldiers, their faces full of arrogance, waved their hands and all drew their swords, surrounding them.

"What do we do?"

Lanster and the others stood back to back, communicating through their bloodlines.

"They're just a group of ordinary people, but if they cause trouble now, they'll probably have no legitimate reason to do so."

"Then let them arrest them first. If we don't report back by the deadline, the country will definitely send an exploration team."

"Um."

"We are envoys! We request an audience with your king!"

Lanster and the others raised their hands, making no move to resist.

The squad leader, without any hesitation, waved his hand and ordered his soldiers to tie them up.

Meanwhile, the people of Landon around them shook their heads and sighed, hurriedly scattering in all directions, fearing that they would be mistaken for accomplices and arrested by these people who wanted to make money.

"What's going on over there? It's so noisy."

On the official road, a carriage slowly drove by. As it passed by, a pleasant voice came from inside the carriage, asking what was happening around them.

The man sitting next to the coachman, who was holding a sword, got out of the carriage upon hearing this, listened around for a while, and then got back into the carriage.

"Your Highness, the city defense patrol arrested a group of people who claimed to be envoys, but the patrol said they were imposters."

"envoy?"

The princess, seated in the carriage, repeated, "Bring this group here with my decree!"

"Yes, ma'am."

Currently fighting Black Myth, another chapter coming soon.

(End of this chapter)