Star Forge Titan

The Alvin is stuck in the quagmire!

Just as the two were playing, a scream suddenly came from the door.

The two guys who were entangled together looked up and saw the little prince Ostolfo looking at them with an extremely shocked expression.

The little guy wanted to say something, but the scene before him had a huge impact on his young mind. Is this how you adults play?! By the way, he had been there since Ivan put on the ring.

Because of their special talents and the fact that both guys were mostly focused on each other, they didn't notice the little prince's arrival at all.

"Sister has learned bad things!" The wailing sounded like a fire alarm and faded away.

Afrediya awkwardly summoned the magician's hand to close the door, and silently locked the door from the inside.

"Stop it, look how scared the child is." Alvin struggled to protest.

"By the way, how do you adjust this thing?"

"Oh, the ring actually consists of two parts. The front and back silver rings can rotate freely. There are scales on them. You can adjust your age by switching the numbers. Oh, and there's also a subtle expansion space inside. It's not as good as a strategic-level transport box, but at least it can hold some small items, like a weapon or two."

While listening to the introduction, Alvin turned back to his original appearance and put on the ring again. This time he turned into a handsome young man about 1.85 meters tall, which was much more normal.

"Some of them are too precious." He couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the diplomat's ring.

A magic ring with this function is at least of the 'rare' level, and may even be of the even rarer 'rare' level.

"It's nothing. You helped me and Elrond more." Afrediya shook her head.

"Come to think of it, you are a mysterious barbarian from the northern ice field, why are you helping us like this?" The young devil looked into Ivan's eyes and asked very seriously.

"Maybe it's because I don't want to see others cry anymore." Recalling everything that happened after the time travel, Alvin blurted out this sentence without thinking much.

"You're such a pushover." Afrediya chuckled and punched him with enough force to break someone's shoulder blade.

"Ah, it hurts a little." Alvin smiled and used his body that could withstand the blows of the war hammer to block the little fists.

Suddenly, Afrediya stood up.

She took the decorative sword from the wall and walked up to Ivan and said seriously:

"Please kneel, my knight."

"Ah?" Alvin was stunned for a moment, then realized something.

So he knelt on one knee and made the standard gesture of receiving a title.

Afrediya stood with her sword in her hand.

"Before the great god Odin bears witness, I, Afredia Antonia Josephine Gusmys, appoint the man before me as a Knight of Elrond. I will always be with him as his lord. In return, I ask for nothing but love and loyalty."

After saying this in one breath, she touched Ivan's shoulders lightly with her sword.

"Rise up, in the name of knighthood."

"Yes, my Majesty." Alvin stood up, feeling inexplicably solemn.

This investiture did not mention any fiefdom nor promise any noble title, but he knew that the girl demon king had invested him with the title of national knight, which was superior to ordinary nobles. During his decades of rule, the previous demon king had only invested his brother Ashram, who grew up with him, as a national knight.

Such knights can even participate in most high-level meetings as representatives of the kingdom, and their will is then the will of the kingdom's ruler.

In contrast, the rewards proposed by the monarch when enthroning a national knight would include souls and lives, but Afrediya only asked for love and loyalty.

But, girl, do you know what you are doing when asking for these things when there are only two of you?

Woman, you are playing with fire... strange lines emerged in my mind.

But what Ivan didn't expect was that it was Afrediya who launched the first attack.

The young demon king blushed as she tried hard to recall the special knowledge she had learned from the vice-captain Maria before, then she mustered up all her courage and took a step forward to get very close to the boy.

"My knight, where is your sword? Where... where is it hidden?"

Where did you learn such terrible words!? Could it be that vice-captain of the Knights who always likes to wear maid clothes?

Ivan looked at Afrediya in horror, whose face was getting redder and redder, and his mind was in a mess.

The young devil, who had been waiting for a long time without seeing any response from the other party, became so shy that she gave up on herself. She grabbed Ivan's shirt and tore it to the left and right.

"Let me be healthy!"

"Your Majesty, please don't!"

"You can't escape!"

"This is so sudden!"

"Kangkang!"

"Wait……"

“Kankang!!!”

"Uhhhhhhhhhh!"

Chapter 99: Ending: Sails of East Harbor

Dear Fleur, by the time you see this letter, I should have left Avonmore and boarded a merchant ship bound for Genoa.

This world is so beautiful that I can meet you, but this world is also so dangerous. If you have something you want to protect, you must have the power to prevent it from being taken away.

Before I leave, I want to tell you something that might not sound particularly pleasant. PS: To make amends for this, I'm enclosing a long poem. I hope you don't mind that it's a love poem written by a barbarian who has only just learned to write.

Let's bring the topic back to the original point. Although Elrond is now showing a trend of change for the better in all aspects, I have to say that the current reforms are actually reforms that cater to traditionalists and have certain compromises, rather than a thorough reform that truly liberates productivity.

Of course, this is not to blame you. In fact, in such an era where the old system and conservative forces prevail, Elrond, who can make such a large-scale social system reform, has surpassed other continental countries.

Just kidding, at least when it comes to comparing the worst, we will definitely not be ranked first.

But this is not something to be happy about. People should yearn for beauty and better things, rather than comparing themselves with others to see if they are relatively less bad.

Among the books I copied from memory, there are some relevant contents on law. I think that will be the best reference for Elrond to make the next reform.

You must know that a country that rules according to the law rather than the will of one or some people will show a far better and more correct side than those countries that use power purely according to the will of one individual or a few people.

Aristotle once said, oh, don't pay attention to the name, you can understand it as a knowledgeable and great northern witch doctor once said: The law will not have emotions, but everyone has emotions, which will eventually lead to a conflict between the will of the competent authority and objective reality.

Furthermore, law does not introduce bias into governance. If rule were entirely human, irrationality would be introduced into politics. Even the best human sages are inevitably selfish, often leading to bias in governance. Law, however, is precisely what eliminates all subjective influence, acting like the embodiment of reason itself.

At the same time, collective wisdom surpasses the wisdom of one individual. Human cognitive ability is infinite, while the cognitive ability of an individual is limited. The wisdom of many will always surpass that of one. Therefore, transforming the fruits of collective wisdom into legal rules and using them to govern a country and society will reduce the occurrence of errors...

Ivan sat quietly at the table, writing quickly with a dip pen in hand. He had a lot to tell Afrediya, but there were only a few hours left before sunrise. Moreover, he also had to consider the differences between Palladia and his previous life, such as magic and the existence of gods.

Although he believed that he had good academic performance and could compete with the top ten young people in the country, he was ultimately just a young man who had not experienced much.

Ivan had a deep understanding of this, so he didn't interfere in the actual administration of government. He simply memorized the knowledge from the textbooks, supplemented by the relevant books he had memorized, hoping to convey to Afrediya the relatively correct concepts from his past life that had been verified by time and reality.

However, at the end of the letter, he suppressed his youthful shyness and shamelessly began to write a sonnet from Shakespeare.

This is completely understandable behavior. After all, most young people are shameless in the face of the fervent hormones of adolescence.

Those who are not shameless enough usually lose the opportunity to sing the praises of youth, like my past self...

After learning from his mistakes, Ivan has definitely surpassed his past self in terms of shamelessness. As a person, his purity has increased! As a boy, he has grown up!

"When you are by my side, the night will turn into a fresh morning..." Afrediya's soft chanting suddenly came from behind, and at the same time, a strong and soft touch pressed against the back.

"Squeak!" With a sharp friction sound, the gold-plated tip of the dip pen drew a long ink mark on the paper. Ivan was completely stunned, with only one thought in his mind.

How did she get up so quickly?!?

"Keep going! Don't stop~" Afrediya happily breathed out a passionate breath in the boy's ear. The voice of Her Majesty the Young Demon King sounded like a lark flying to a branch, melodious and crisp.

"...I'm sorry, writing love poems in front of others is beyond my ability to bear shame." Ivan dropped his pen, covered his face with his hands, and cried out in shame, wanting to crawl into the ground.

"Hehe, so you still want to leave without saying goodbye." Afrediya's voice was as pleasant as ever, but her white arms around Ivan from behind were as tight as a giant python grabbing its prey.

The force was enough to deform the iron ingot. If it were an ordinary person, they would have considered hiring a professional team from Ghana.

Fortunately, as a descendant of Titans, the black-haired boy's body development is healthy enough. Even if he is strangled to the point that his eyes are wide open and he has difficulty breathing, he can still endure this level of flirting with ease.

However, it seems that Irving El-Erian’s last night in Irving More is not over yet.

The work is still going on and we still need to work hard.

A truly fresh morning finally arrived with hope, and a four-wheeled carriage that looked no different from an ordinary horse-drawn carriage stopped at the East District Port of Avonmore.

This place connects the city and the river, and merchant ships flying flags of various countries can be seen everywhere.

"Go back, Frey." Ivan said softly after jumping off the carriage and disguising himself as an ordinary traveler.

An arm stretched out from the car window and pulled him back, accompanied by a hug so tight that an ordinary person's ribs could not bear it. He heard Afrediya whisper in his ear with a voice that was slightly tearful.

"Can you not leave?"

"Sorry." Alvin patted the girl's back gently, with some helplessness in his tone.

"Then at least don't look back." Afrediya choked.

"Why?" Sniffing the scent of the girl's hair, Alvin felt a sense of heaviness and responsibility.

"Idiot, of course it's because I don't look pretty when I cry." Afrediya burst into laughter.

"What? You're such a willful guy." Ivan also chuckled and pressed his forehead against hers.

Eye to eye, he whispered:

"I don't want to say goodbye when we leave, because it's too sad, so..."

The boy took a deep breath, turned and walked towards the harbor where seabirds were flying in the distance.

"I'll be back as soon as I go."

Chapter 100 Extra: Mother Arrives

Boom!

A muffled sound like rolling thunder came from the Three Pagodas Hill, which had not been repaired after the war.

After working for seventy-two hours straight, the necromancers who finally lay down quickly turned over and got up.

what happened?

In the chaos, almost everyone is asking this question.

Then, the necromancers saw that the low hill surrounded by three, oh, now two mage towers, was deforming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The originally raised mountaintop emitted a dark red light similar to lava, and then it quickly softened and fell like butter roasted by a high-temperature flamethrower, and an angry roar came from inside!

The sound sounded like a collapsing mountain and a tsunami, the wrath of nature transformed into a tangible roar that resounded in everyone's ears. Simultaneously, a powerful magical pressure descended from the sky, enveloping the entire Three Towers Hill.

Every necromancer fell to his knees involuntarily, blood flowing from the corners of their eyes, noses and even ears. The terrible pressure was like a hammer, hitting everyone's spirit and body hard.

Even so, it could not outweigh the shock that the collapse of the hill brought to the necromancers.

Except for apprentices and some backward low-level mages, all mages of the undead faction know it.

That hill is not a mound at all, but a tomb for the ancestors of Elrond's undead faction!

There lie many old monsters that have lived for hundreds of years without dying, and in the deepest part there is even an undead lich that has reached the fifth level!

But even such a powerful being was now wailing and begging for mercy from someone.

"That... that's not my fault. I couldn't leave the mausoleum at the time. It was a natural limitation of the lich. Besides, I was almost at my limit. Leaving would mean death! I, I, I, ah, no, I, I... spare my life! My lord!"

The wails like the cries of ghosts resounded throughout the entire mausoleum, but the lich who made the wails was unable to leave the coffin he was in. In total, he had been pinned in the coffin and beaten for three hours, not a single minute less!

As a powerful undead lich, the ancestor of this necromancer had thought about resisting, but it was precisely because of the resistance that he came to a more complete understanding of the despairing gap in strength.

During this period, other necromancers who were also sleeping in the mausoleum also woke up, but they silently closed the lids of their coffins more tightly, and at the same time tried their best to cast protective magic for themselves and their coffins.

"Gustav could die for Elrond, why can't you?"

Along with the cold questioning, everything around was shrouded in high temperature, and a huge figure emitting brilliant golden light walked towards the exit of the mausoleum with the graceful steps of a big cat.

Just now, it was this being who spewed out a terrifying hot breath, causing the mausoleum, whose original defense was even stronger than that of the Mage Tower, to be severely damaged and was on the verge of destruction almost in an instant.

Not long after, the quiet royal cemetery attracted a lonely visitor.

She was wearing a long black dress, a black veil, and long black gloves that covered her arms. She was obviously a widowed lady dressed in mourning.

At this time, there were two other people already in the royal cemetery. Although they were surrounded by a large number of servants and subordinate knights, they chose to walk into the cemetery alone, as if they were afraid that too many people would disturb their friends who were sleeping inside.

"Gustav, you bastard! You actually ran away like that! I haven't decided the outcome of the 3,972nd round with you yet!!!" A five-meter-tall nobleman, like a moving mountain, clenched his fists and growled.

Under the pair of thick eyebrows that were almost connected to each other, wide tears rolled down his broad cheeks covered with scars like a waterfall.