Four-Armed Divine Emperor

He didn't choose to bombard the female knight with a sea of ​​questions. He had to get the key information from her. That would be a waste of energy. Al chose to throw out a flaw without changing his expression:

"As you can see, woman, I fell from the floating city. Perhaps due to some experiment or some other reason, I have lost some of my memory. Answer my questions honestly and clear up my confusion. I forgive you and your men for the disrespect you showed me by drawing your swords."

This made Ansuna breathe a sigh of relief, and also allowed Ai'er to quickly enter the question-and-answer session and obtain the key information he urgently needed...

"Above all nations, dominating all order in the world is the 'Kingdom of Mystery' and the 'Arcane Sky' where the mages live. This is our awe-inspiring name for it. The rising floating city, where you come from, is the crystallization of the mages' great magic, the holy land of knowledge and power - the floating city." Ansuna spoke with a longing, while El listened carefully with an expressionless face, not missing a single word.

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"After experiencing two world wars, the wizards of the White Tower decided to put an end to this terrible thing. They left the White Tower and founded the Supreme Council to curb the spread of magic in the world. All spellcasters must undergo training in the floating city and swear an oath to the mysterious ring hanging from the White Tower before leaving. This brought lasting peace and stability to the people on earth."

When mentioning the White Tower Wizards, the fanaticism in Ansuna's eyes was like that of a most devout believer. El even suspected that if he spoke rudely to the so-called "White Tower Wizards" at this time, even though he knew he could not defeat them, the female knight in front of him might draw her sword against him.

In his understanding, this world had experienced two terrible wars that nearly involved the entire world. Eventually, an extremely powerful Mage Council emerged. They formulated various rules and codes, bringing peace to the world while also monopolizing the power of magic.

All magical books and knowledge are monopolized by the Supreme Council, which has incorporated the world into its own framework. Anyone who is not in this system cannot learn magic through any channel unless they join it and swear an oath to the Mysterious Ring in the White Tower in the Sky City.

The power of magic and the status of mages in this world are terrifyingly high. The White Tower Mage who founded this order has reached a level in the hearts of mortals where he is not a god, but is close to a god.

"Magic changes and shapes our lives, from growing food to wars between nations, from scorching deserts to the bitter cold of the north... Powerful wizards can easily alter terrain, destroy cities, resurrect the dead, and even command powerful beings from other worlds to serve them."

From the major wars between nations to the minor things like food, clothing, housing and transportation, magic can easily change the way they operate. The most powerful spellcaster can easily destroy a fully armed legion of mortals. Therefore, there is no mortal kingdom that opposes magic, because opposition is meaningless and may lead to destruction.

According to Al's thinking, before the White Tower monopolizes magic, all kinds of fresh blood and unconventional wizards can continue to be born in the mortal world. The power of magic is unconstrained and everyone has the opportunity to possess it. Every country can get its own wizard.

After monopolizing magical knowledge and raising floating cities, the status of mages in the world of Il has completely reached a state like that of gods. They are not separated from the mortal world but transcend the mortal world. They are not gods but are close to gods. For mages, the mortal kingdom is a colony that supplies resources, a talent base for selecting fresh blood, and a playground for playing with power and controlling hundreds of millions of people.

In Al's understanding, mages are equivalent to the world's largest arms dealers, while the mortal nations are a group of primitive people who still fight with cold weapons. Because firearms are monopolized by mages, mages don't even need to do it themselves if they want to sanction or destroy someone. They just need to stop supplying "arms" to the country, then the country will lose its competitiveness, and the only outcome of the broken balance of power is destruction!

When Nobita was beaten up by Fat Tiger, he pretended to impose an "embargo" on both sides, but in fact he was helping Fat Tiger.

The mortals themselves will do what the mages want to do.

It is similar to the tricks played by imperialism in backward areas in another world. When Fat Tiger bullies Nobita, all the options except helping Nobita are to help Fat Tiger.

The Supreme Council is high and mighty, with an absolute monopoly and unquestionable authority over magical power, but it does not have to control everything.

In addition to the tallest White Tower, there are many large and small "xx Parliament", "xx Guild", "xx Organization" and even "Mage Mercenaries" such "independent" mage organizations. Although the first step in learning magic is to join the Supreme Council and swear an oath to the White Tower, the great wizards of the White Tower are too high above to bother dealing with worldly affairs. Apart from formulating the initial rules, they have no interest in the affairs of the mortal world. The pursuit of power, the mysteries and the unknown of the world is their "duty".

In the mortal realm, the various active mage organizations and independent mages are equivalent to mercenaries using modern vitality in the era of cold weapons. They have extraordinary destructive power and creativity. No matter where they go, they are the absolute kings of war and the objects of flattery of rulers.

El once asked the female knight why she shouted at him to kill when they first met, but immediately gave up resistance after he cast a spell. The female knight replied:

"The authority and power of a mage are unquestionable. The power you wield is the greatest magic in the world. Anyone, even as prominent as the Emperor of the Kronos Empire or the Tsar of Uslif, would not even be qualified to wage a war without the support of magic."

"If a country loses all of its mages, it will be destroyed in seven days and divided up among its neighboring countries."

"If one-third of the mages publicly express dissatisfaction and opposition to the emperor, the emperor will have no choice but to abdicate that very day."

"Even a novice mage who has just finished his studies in the floating city will receive courtesy and generous treatment from great nobles or even the king..."

The most widely known thing about mages, besides their creative power, is their terrifying destructive power. In this mortal kingdom where nations are constantly at war and races are killing each other, whoever holds power holds the right to speak, and whose status will reach the sky.

The reason why the local lord's armed forces, led by the female knight Ansuna, fell to their knees instantly after El displayed his magical power was because they regarded El as a "wandering wizard" or "magic mercenary."

After coming to this world, El's mind became very active and sharp after breaking out of the shell. He could remember what he heard once, and he could also remember text at a glance. He could also quickly find key information from it and match it with other information.

His mastery and control over himself has also reached an unprecedented level, allowing him to face a group of alien natives without changing his expression or being nervous while role-playing.

El is now in a place called "Devenger Noble Territory". The family that rules this place is the family of Ansuna Devenger, the female knight who brought warriors to "eliminate mutants".

After obtaining the information he wanted and having a general understanding of this world, Al began to think about his next plan.

If Ansuna had not brought people to suppress him, he could have settled down temporarily in this village after intimidating the villagers, and continuously obtained intelligence from the outside world by controlling the villagers, and then go out to Tartarus when he felt mature.

But now that he has passively come into contact with the feudal lord who rules this territory, Ai'er has to consider whether continuing to stay here will lead to trouble...

Thinking about where to go next.

The female knight answered all of El's questions respectfully and reservedly. His rapid-fire barrage of questions made her a little shaky. To determine if she could deceive his psychic powers, El even asked some sensitive questions, such as: Is she a female knight? Has she ever had vaginal massage? How many sections of vaginal massage? When was the last time? Who is her sexual fantasy?

It is indeed humiliating to let Ansuna, an inexperienced female knight, face all these. Although Ansuna is not shy about talking about matters between men and women, after all, she is quite open-minded about this aspect in the army. If she blushes and becomes shy at every turn, she will not be able to lead the troops to fight.

But El's questions were so direct and incisive that the female knight wondered if the mysterious wizard they had offended was using this method to torture them and play tricks on them. This was a different way of achieving El's goal.

Ansuna suddenly knelt on one knee in front of El, with one hand pounding her shoulder across her chest.

The female knight calmed herself down, her heart still pounding. However, with that plan in mind, she could only muster up the courage to speak:

"Master Mage, the unintentional offense we've committed against you is a grave fault and disgrace to the entire Devengail family. We are willing to do our best to make amends... If you're willing, would you be willing to condescend and stay at Devengail Castle for a while?"

"My family will do its best to compensate you and help you gather information so you can understand intelligence and find your memories."

El looked at the female knight, who glanced at him and then lowered her head respectfully.

The psychic energy formed an invisible barrier around the female knight's body, wrapping her exquisite figure. El could feel that Ansuna was very nervous, but also seemed to have some expectations.

But there is no "resentment" and "hatred" of the villain who is unwilling to suffer a loss and is thinking about how to take revenge.

There is another hidden story behind this.

Al thought to himself, debating whether to accept the invitation.

He only had a vague understanding of the world of Il and the continent of Tartarus. If he wanted to know more information, it would be best to go through the upper-middle class and the ruling class who had a certain status.

He also wanted to know more about the wizard. After all, he came here with strange powers, and the most likely threat to him was these extraordinary powers.

If he had a stable environment and a legal identity... he would have enough time to explore and master the power in his body. Thinking of this, Al still kept a stern face, as if he was still unhappy about being treated disrespectfully, but he also restrained himself slightly.

He nodded and uttered a word to agree with the female knight.

"can."

Ansuna lowered her head, a hint of joy in her eyes, but also a bit of confusion about the unknown, but she immediately stood up, saluted El, and quickly summoned her subordinates, brought the horses, and waited for El to express his willingness to set off.

The villagers naturally scattered and hid in their homes. After all, they had just offended a "mage" and reported El as a monster and a mutant. If they met someone with a bad temper, it would be easy to kill a few people to vent their anger. There was no guarantee that the knights under Ansuna would take action on behalf of the mage.

After asking the question, Al didn't express his opinion, as if the matter was over. What other thoughts did they have other than feeling relieved?

El tried and jumped onto the horse. He had had an experience in the previous world, so he was not completely a novice. Moreover, the power in his body seemed to instantly affect the white and docile mare. When the man and the horse met, she looked at El, walked to his side very spiritually and lowered her head.

She attributed this to the mysterious power possessed by the wizard, and her confidence in the matter increased a little.

“It’s only a moment’s journey from here to Devon Gale.”

Ansuna introduced El and guessed that El might be a wizard who had completed his studies but had not yet left the floating city. Because of some experiment or spell error, he accidentally fell from the floating city. Losing his memory might be a sequelae... It can't be that he simply fell from too high and damaged his brain, right?

The female knight changed her mount and walked in front of El. She had some understanding of mages and knew some of the characteristics of these "near-gods". She would not get too close to them and try to please them right after the two sides had just broken away from hostility, because this would only make the spellcasters sensitive and even suspicious. Maintaining an appropriate and safe distance would make the other party a little less vigilant.

Although El claims to be an amnesiac, Ansuna will not lose her caution. It is always better to be careful when facing these "near-gods" and "kings of war."

This might have been of some help to her later on.

perhaps.

Chapter 3: Entry and Welcome Ceremony

Finally arrived at the destination of this trip, Fort Devangel.

As the capital of the territory, although this building has the word "fort" after its name, it is actually no different from a normal city.

City gates, avenues, passing convoys, and passers-by.

It's a pretty magnificent city from the outside.

I had a good impression of Al when I first came into contact with it. It was very clean and not as dirty as I had imagined. The order on the streets was also in good order.

It can be seen that the people who manage this place are quite attentive.

Ansuna had previously arranged for two warriors to gallop back and report. At this time, one of them had already rushed back to Ai'er's group and reported:

"The master is preparing to welcome the arrival of the Master! Please condescend to enter the city."

Ansuna nodded and looked at El. Seeing that the latter did not show any objection, she continued to introduce him to El:

"This city is the ruling center of the Dwengal Territory, with a population of 60,000. Including travelers, caravans, mercenaries, adventurers, and other mobile personnel, at its peak, there are over 100,000 people active within it."

To be honest, not to mention supernatural powers, judging from the impression of productivity and technological level left on El by Ansuna and her group and the previous village, it would not be easy to gather such a large population in a city without the help of magic.

"Half a year ago, we fought a battle with the Xerxes in the east..." Ansuna said as she calmly observed the man riding the white mare.

"The Xerxes prince recruited a mage to join his faction. Our people suffered a great loss and were forced to cede some land... In retaliation, the family head expelled the Xerxes caravan. Otherwise, this place would be even more lively."

El nodded slightly without saying anything. He keenly noticed that the female knight's words seemed to have a deeper meaning.

Maybe it is related to the "hidden truth".

Al didn't like playing guessing games. He planned to meet with the lord who ruled this place first. If they could talk frankly, they would talk frankly. If they couldn't reach an agreement, he was ready to turn against him and turn the table.

From his communication with the female knight, El was able to learn that there was no other mage in the entire Devangel territory except him.

Al is the only spellcaster who possesses magical powers, so it's no wonder they respect him so much.

When he was getting on the horse before, a warrior who looked quite capable, who seemed to be an elite captain or adjutant, actually ran to his side and knelt down awkwardly, meaning that he should step on his back and use him as a human stool to get on the horse. This really scared Al, and he chose to ignore him.

He didn't know what the mainstream wizards in the world were like. In order to avoid revealing his flaws and arousing suspicion in the future, he disguised himself as an "amnesiac wizard" who was highly vigilant and kept strangers away, which was very appropriate.

The Eight Banners descendants, Brahmins, old xx banners and the like on the earth only rely on the so-called bloodline, religion, traditional solidification, and the authority of swords in hand.

The wizards in the world of Il actually possess extraordinary magical powers.

The warriors urged their horses to gallop directly on the passage in the city. Pedestrians retreated to both sides and looked at Al and his party with curiosity and awe.

El, riding a white horse, had his extra arms hidden in his robe. From the outside, he looked like a young foreign nobleman with extraordinary bearing and outstanding charm.

When they were about to reach the most magnificent building complex in the city, the ruling center of Devangel, they finally saw the welcome ceremony.

After leaving the palace in a dusty state, people came to greet them holding all kinds of decorations, large and small. Some held canvases embroidered with portraits, some held gorgeously carved portraits, and many servants carried buckets of water filled with flower petals, which they used to wash the ground along the road that Al's team was about to take. The petals floated on the road with the water.

The people holding various ceremonial vessels and decorations were not servants, but many people from the middle and upper classes whose status could be seen from the clothes they wore. The people carrying buckets and pouring water to wash the ground were dressed as servants in coarse cloth.

They recited the hymn in harmony, and even in the open air it sounded solemn and grand. Al listened to the specific content with great interest. It seemed to be a song describing the greatness of magic, and then praising the sages of the White Tower who could tame and utilize this power.

It can be seen that the welcoming ceremony of the Devon Gaels was prepared in a hurry, but the scale was already grand. Many prominent people who looked like family members and were well-dressed arrived at the scene and stood on both sides of the welcoming team waiting.

This reception made Al maintain a more positive expectation for his next meeting. At least with such a warm welcome and a fair attitude, he didn't have to worry about the problem of three hundred swordsmen and axemen lurking around him waiting for his orders after he entered the door.

Ansuna quickened the pace of her horse, quickly handed the reins to the servant, and dismounted, splashing water on the ground with her boots.

She walked to the palace gate, took the host of the welcoming ceremony from the servants, and helped the old man, who was so old that he could only move with the help of a cane, to walk down the stairs.

Al stopped his horse and sat on the back of the white mare, while servants scattered flower petals on the ground in front of him.

The old man in front of him who can no longer move on his own is the head of Devengail, the ruler of this city and the territory it radiates, as well as the hundreds of thousands of people in the territory.

"Lord of Devongael, Governor of the Eastern Marches."

"Welcome!" The old man walked down the last step with the help of Ansuna, shouting in a trembling voice. This was because his body was too old and his muscles were loose.

"Sage of the White Tower, philosopher from the sky, seeker and master of mysteries... Your arrival has baptized this city with arcane brilliance. We are all honored."

Al didn't know what etiquette to use, but since he was a distinguished guest, it would be right for him to be nicer, so he dismounted and walked towards the old patriarch.

Of course, even at this time he did not give up using his psychic power to guard the surroundings. It is better to be safe than sorry. Al found himself becoming very alert now.

"I don't know this place, nor your etiquette..."

El stood in front of the old man, and Ansuna seemed a little nervous.

"Thank you for the welcome, though."

El imitated what Ansuna had done before, and bowed to the old man with one hand on his chest.

The patriarch's cloudy eyes suddenly opened, and an unprecedented brightness appeared in his eyes. At this moment, the chorus of the White Pagoda's hymn also reached its climax.

The old patriarch was so excited that his hands, which were leaning on crutches, were shaking. Without waiting for Ansuna's support, he moved tremblingly to the right and made an invitation to El.

"Please, please come in, distinguished guest from Devangel. Although we are located on the edge of the civilized world and in a wild land, the son of Devangel also abides by the Puatu Code and will use the best to entertain guests!" The old patriarch spoke passionately, as if just Al's polite gesture made this noble ruler who was above hundreds of thousands of people feel so honored that his aging body was excited and motivated.

Seeing that the situation was harmonious and the time was right, Ansuna bowed to El to show her respect and then shouted loudly:

"Play music! Feast!"

Amidst cheers and praises, Ai'er walked into the core of the ruling city.

Servants stood on both sides of the aisle, with a long red carpet in the middle. The servant standing on the left was a charming man who had gone through three stages of life: a handsome young man, a young man, and a mature uncle.

Al was stunned.

Damn, no matter which world the nobles are in, do they all like this male ketone thing?

Then looking to the right, there are all women.

From a 14 or 15-year-old girl, to a slender lady in her twenties, to a plump person with a full body...

Without exception, they all stood respectfully on both sides of the aisle, standing straight, with their heads slightly bent, looking as if they were ready to be ordered around.