Wizards: Starting as a Potions Master!

Chapter 272 The Grand Chancellor and the Wizard

In the royal court, Chancellor Cavendish Houston, frowning, presented King Barry with ten suggestions. After reading them, King Barry burst into laughter.

Chancellor Cavendish Houston seemed somewhat displeased and said, "Your Majesty, I don't know why you laughed so loudly. Was there something wrong with my advice?"

King Barry, resting his right hand on the boy's youthful cheek, sat on his throne, looking down at Chancellor Cavendish Houston, and then continued with a smile, "Cavendish, you're always too serious. Why don't you relax a bit and have a drink?"

Prime Minister Cavendish Houston said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, I'm sorry, I don't drink alcohol."

"Your Majesty, the situation is truly dire. Even if you are the chosen one of the Storm Gods, you should... take the current situation seriously..."

"I suggest you rescind all the royal decrees issued after your return from the Bulgars, and respect the nobles and the Church. As for the common people... that doesn't matter."

The smile on King Barry's face vanished. He stood up, walked to the candle, and lit the paper that Cavendish Houston had written.

"Any more questions, Cavendish? If you don't, then you can leave."

"I have assembled a team of one hundred of your Storm Lord's maidens, who will serve me alone in the future."

"Look, Cavendish, you Storm Nobles, you always boast about being nobles and having a noble spirit, but in the end... it turns out that when faced with power, you are just like lowly commoners."

Cavendish immediately raised his eyes and straightened his back. "Your Majesty, firstly, why do you say 'you' Storm Lords? Aren't you the greatest Storm Lord? Secondly, Your Majesty, you should not have had any contact with commoner women before."

Cavendish sensed something was wrong from Barry's words.

King Barry's eyes immediately darkened. Cavendish noticed the two Storm Knight guards beside Barry, both with unfriendly expressions, and said, "Oh, of course."

"You are the king; you can do whatever you want."

"But Your Majesty, you enjoyed all those things by yourself, while I, the Grand Chancellor of the Kingdom, didn't get a single thing."

King Barry's gloomy expression vanished, and he chuckled. "Cavendish, so you're not a blockhead after all. That's more like it, life is about enjoying it while you can."

"I've always held this belief, which remains unchanged throughout history: the meaning of life lies in enjoyment!"

"Alright, I didn't think this through before. Tonight, I'll give you five noble ladies. Are you satisfied now?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Chancellor Cavendish Houston bowed and left, leaving King Barry staring at his retreating figure in deep thought.

As soon as Cavendish left the palace, a servant knocked on his carriage and handed him a note.

As the Grand Chancellor of the Empire, he naturally had his own intelligence organization.

Cavendish opened a slip of paper in his hand, which read that Count Peter had been ordered by the royal family to be arrested on charges of being a wizard, but was stopped by Archbishop Mosilini himself, who then invited him to stay in Stormhold for an extended period of time.

Inside the carriage, Cavendish smiled slightly. "This is the first time King Barry has ever gone mad inside Stormwind Keep and failed."

"Sunan Peter, you are actually the first nobleman to successfully defy the king."

A magical glint flashed in Cavendish's eyes. "If you weren't a true wizard, you would almost certainly go to jail for this charge. Only if you were a true wizard could you have planned ahead."

"It seems that I am not fighting alone in this Stormwind Keep."

Cavendish pondered deeply. Their School of Power Symphony was already deeply intertwined with the Storm Kingdom; their magical path was inextricably linked to power and could not be separated from the Storm Kingdom.

More than two thousand years ago, when other schools of magic were unable to cast even the most basic spells due to the lack of magical tides, their School of Power Symphony, by taking root in royal power, preserved the most basic spellcasting ability and maintained the most basic school structure.

Cavendish had long noticed that something was wrong with King Barry.

Today was his last test, and he was certain that King Barry might not be the real person, or that he might be... possessed.

Cavendish pondered. "We must make contact with Sunan Peter. But we need to consider the method; being too direct will be observed by everyone."

"And I don't know if he's a friend or foe."

The enemy of my enemy is not necessarily my friend.

Especially wizards, who are full of personality.

Cavendish pondered. He had actually planted quite a few spies within the palace, so he naturally noticed the personnel changes, the imprisonment of the three queens, and... he also knew that the new queen would be poisoned in a day.

However, he would not waste his limited administrative resources to save an insignificant new bride who had only been queen for a few months.

What he needed to consider was why those who occupied the palace wanted to poison the queen.

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When Sunan learned of the new queen's death and King Barry's intention to re-select a queen, Sunan was a guest at the Rost family.

This was an art salon hosted by the Rost family, which invited many well-known artists from Stormwind Keep, as well as noble ladies and socialites.

This time, it wasn't that the Rost family had any special purpose; nobles held salons as casually as eating and drinking.

Two stunningly beautiful women and an artist sat before Su Nan; they were all painters from Stormwind Keep. As an earl, Su Nan naturally attracted frequent contact with these artists.

The two beautiful painters sighed upon hearing of the new queen's tragic death. Because the queen's death was shrouded in mystery, it left much to the imagination.

"Men are indeed fickle; the queen wept day and night and prayed to God in church because the king was captured. As soon as he returned, the poor queen died."

"Men, ah. But tragic love is the true source of art. I've got inspiration again!"

Su Nan looked at Earl Rost, who seemed to still want to maintain a friendly relationship with him.

Especially since he had disobeyed the king's orders right there in Stormwind Keep and nothing happened to him, which was completely different from the situation of the Granville Earl family, whose entire family had been imprisoned and become fugitives.

Therefore, after investigating Sunan's hobbies, Earl Roth discovered that Sunan loved ancient and strange things.

He then told Su Nan that his family's salon had a portrait that miraculously moves under certain circumstances, and invited Su Nan to view it together.

Upon seeing it, Su Nan immediately noticed something amiss. The portrait in front of him was of an ancient noble family, but the problem was that the books on the desk in the painting... were all magic books.

In other words, a wizard sealed a magic book inside a portrait of a noble family.

Su Nan's eyes turned serious when he saw the name of one of the magic books.

He pondered, "This seems to be the Bronze School's magical heritage that the Shadow Wizard mentioned to me."

(End of this chapter)