I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

Ji Tian's gaze fell on the old man, comparing his face with the descriptions of the "Light Chasing Apostles" given by the apostles he had searched.

It's nothing like it, and the other party's magical power level is only that of an intermediate mage.

To be on the safe side, Ji Tian still marked the other party with his divine sense.

The magic crystal chandelier in the hall dimmed for a moment, then lit up again, its light softer than before—a sign that the banquet was about to begin.

The noise from the crowd gradually subsided.

Prime Minister Augustus walked up to the high platform on the side of the hall, holding a glass of champagne in his hand. His gaze swept over the people present, and a calm smile appeared on his lips.

"Thank you all for gracing this banquet with the approval of His Majesty the King."

His voice was clearly amplified by the megaphone on his collar and carried to every corner of the banquet hall.

"Your Excellencies, Ladies and Gentlemen."

Just yesterday, when His Majesty the King wielded his pen to sign the decree, I felt as if I could hear the breath of the future kingdom.

For hundreds and thousands of years, our land has been fragmented by countless tiny wooden fences, low stone walls, and ancient customs.

A royal chartered public pasture, with thirteen hereditary grazing rights, where tenant farmers grazed their emaciated livestock and argued over the right to use the land, passed down from the early days of the imperial calendar.

Every inch of land is asleep, while the entire kingdom is starving, yearning for magic crystals, wool, wheat, and more sources of tax revenue.

The General Enclosure Act will sweep all of this away!

From then on, the land was no longer a haven for lazy people and old traditions; it became a blank sheet of paper for magic to survey and for factories to write on.

We must use the straightest magic hedges to proclaim the sanctity of ownership; and use the deepest furrows to bury the commons myth of "everyone has a share, but no one is willing to take responsibility."

Any act of legally concentrating, enclosing, and improving land within the legal framework will be subject to the strongest protection of the royal power. Any magical or non-magical act that interferes with land enclosure will be treated as a disturbance of public order.

Gentlemen, some people will take to the streets to protest, saying that we have taken away the poor people’s rights to cows and geese, but they do not understand that we are simply freeing them from the bondage of the land!

Those tenant farmers who barely make ends meet on the commons will be transformed into weekly wage workers in textile factories, skilled operators beside magic crystal furnaces, and the most vibrant blood in the kingdom's commercial arteries.

Their children will no longer walk barefoot on muddy communal pastures; they will step into the discipline and steam-filled glow of factories.

Dear friends and sirs: Your plowshares are the scepter of the kingdom, and your factories are the castles of the new era.

To His Majesty the King, with His foresight: Without Your Majesty's impetus, these factories could not have been built in the capital so quickly, and the new bill could not have been enacted so swiftly after I became Prime Minister.

Homage to our great kingdom: When the land awakens from its slumber, when every acre is put into efficient production, the world's gold and magic crystals will flow to this land teeming with reason and order.

Then, every sheep on the hill, every steam engine and magical engine roaring underground, will remember this law, will remember this night.

He paused here, then raised his glass, his tone becoming more impassioned:

"Ladies and gentlemen, a new era has begun!"

Let us raise a toast to the sanctity of private property, to a more efficient order, and to a brighter tomorrow for the kingdom!

He raised his wine glass high, the candlelight flickering in his eyes, amidst the chorus of applause and the clinking of glasses throughout the room.

As Augustus delivered his address, Ji Tian listened quietly, shifting his gaze from the Prime Minister to the people in the hall.

The nobles smiled, pondered, or remained expressionless, but every single one of them kept their eyes fixed on the Prime Minister as he spoke, afraid of missing a single word.

"A new era?" Ji Tian thought to himself, silently noting down a few suspicious faces.

After the speech, the guests also finished their drinks after the Prime Minister finished his.

As the melodious music began, Prime Minister Augustus took his first wife's hand and led her to the dance floor, where he began the opening dance.

Elena gently took Ji Tian's hand. "Come on, I'll teach you to dance."

Ji Tian glanced down at her hand, then at the couples in the hall who had found dance partners and were heading to the dance floor in pairs, and did not refuse.

Elena led him to the edge of the dance floor, placed one hand on his shoulder, and intertwined her fingers with his with the other, quietly counting the beat, "One, two, three, one, two, three... Just follow my steps."

Ji Tian's steps were a bit stiff at first, but his body control was far beyond that of ordinary people, and he found his rhythm after a few laps.

He held Elena's slender waist in his arms, swaying to the music, his gaze passing over her shoulder, his consciousness still encompassing the entire banquet hall.

The cardinal was discussing church affairs in the North with someone, his gaze occasionally drifting towards the vice-principal of the Royal Magic Academy. He most likely mistook Ji Tian, ​​who had disguised himself and stolen the pages of the book, for someone from the academy.

The vice-dean was completely unaware, explaining the energy consumption of the magic tower to a high-ranking nobleman.

The eldest prince was speaking in hushed tones with his advisors about the layout of factories in the North, which deterred some noble ladies who wanted to invite the future king to dance.

The little princess stood listlessly by the window, clutching a half-eaten dessert in her hand. Whenever a nobleman or young man tried to invite her to dance, she would glare at him fiercely.

Meanwhile, the old man who was said to have improved the steam-powered spinning machine was surrounded by a group of merchants, discussing the introduction and improvement of the machine.

Ji Tian listened to every conversation and marked each person's aura, strength, and characteristics.

Elena leaned against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body, and asked softly, "What are you thinking about?"

Ji Tian looked down at her, gazing into her eyes that were filled with his own, and said, "I'm thinking about how much longer this dance will last."

Elena smiled and gently tapped his shoulder with her soft hand. "What's the rush? The night is still long."