He was imprisoned in Nibelungen for a thousand years, only to find out upon his release that he was

This is equivalent to a "main quest" issued by "God" (the Lord). Only by completing this quest can this "family management game" that has lasted for thousands of years be considered to have been "completed".

For example, the Euryphal family of the Conjuring Department has a Grand Order designation that "points out the difference between the first and last human spirits."

The Animusfia family of the Astrophysical Sciences has the crown designation "to watch over human history and observe whether it has a future."

Regardless of the family, they will inevitably conduct in-depth research on their respective Grand Orders to varying degrees.

Maris Billy already has a clear plan and a well-thought-out strategy for how to complete his team's Grand Slam designation.

If you apply the mindset of a pure magician, you will arrive at the most representative execution style—once the opportunity arises, you will do whatever it takes to accomplish it.

Specifically, this price can be described as being willing to create Lostbelts, defy history, challenge the current laws of human reason, and overturn the world.

He did not believe that other monarchs lacked similar awareness.

The so-called Odin incarnation and collusion with the Dead Apostles are completely irrelevant. With similar thought patterns, they will inevitably suspect a certain direction—Marisbury may very well be trying to complete the Grand Order!

But so what?

What Maris Billy wants to do, and whether he is ultimately sentenced to life or death, is none of their business.

As long as they cooperate with public opinion and convict someone of a seemingly plausible charge, they can rake in as much profit as they can. They return all the bad assets, split the good assets 30/70, and then walk away without leaving a trace.

Your monarchs are all masters of feigning ignorance when they know the truth!

......

“I have waived my right to participate in the inquiry of His Excellency Marisbury.”

Weber, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, exhaled a smoke ring and said.

"Is this alright, Lord El-Melloi II?"

The elderly lady, well past seventy, smiled kindly, "After all, the main 'evidence' came from your hands."

Weber shook his head; he wasn't interested in the so-called "inheritance division" of the Celestial Department. Besides, given El-Melloi's influence in the Modern Magic Department, he couldn't gain much say in front of a group of veteran monarchs.

Weber was very clear that the foundation of his achievements over the years, the source of all his hard work, lay not in his lineage, but in the man himself.

To be precise, it refers to the disciples he trained.

Without nurturing so many outstanding disciples, Weber would not have achieved his current high reputation.

His disciples have now gone to the Holy Grail War in Snowfield City, so that's what Waver should be focusing on.

"I regret to inform you, Lord Baleletta, that with the financial resources of a modern magic department, I'm afraid we can't afford the expensive facilities of the astrophysics department."

He gave a curt reply to the monarch of the Creation Department.

"What a pity. I heard that my former disciple (Aozaki Touko) approached you and had a very pleasant conversation."

Baruyeleta seemed to sigh, "In the end, she didn't stay long before she had to rush off to Snowfield City. What a pity."

"What a pity..."

Waver thought to himself, "Wasn't it you who strongly recommended that the Clock Tower issue the sealing order to Aozaki Touko back then? Even now, you still don't want to let her go?"

He couldn't be bothered with the affair between the master and his apprentice.

“Then I thank you very much. Lord Lord spoke up for me earlier and lifted the restrictions on the monarch’s daughter, Olga Marie.”

"That monarch's representative? She was completely unaware of it."

Baruyeleta's tone was slightly indifferent, sounding rather unconcerned, "Besides, it seems she's had some interaction with you? Where did she go?"

"Well, it was just a coincidence that we rode on the same train once. As for now... she's probably heading to Snowfield City, perhaps to find out what her father is planning."

......

Inside Nibelungen, Lu Ming was about to gather his small group to work on the research into the dragon vein's enhancement function when Miss Fanatic returned.

"Conclude a contract?"

The fanatic brought this up when he returned. Because without a Master like Jesta, she, as a Servant, would have to leave the field once her magical energy was depleted.

Lu Ming thought back for a moment and realized that there were indeed many contracts in the Dragon Raja series.

For example, before enrolling in Kassel College, students must sign the Abrahamic Pact, the White King's pact with the ancestors of the Snake Clan, and the Little Devil's pact with Lu Mingfei and the three wet nurses, etc.

In The Dragon King 1, Jormungandr and Odin even demonstrated a contract method and operation process called "Blood Pact".

"That wretched, gloomy woman... Wait, are you going to sign a contract?"

Ishtar approached, her expression filled with resentment.

She had just gone over there and overheard the plan to connect with the ley lines and seize mythical powers. She had intended to interfere and restore her strength first, but she was kicked aside by Ereshkigal and Francesca.

I heard that Lu Ming needs my help again. Could it be to sort out this contract?

Indeed, he knew nothing but alchemy...

After sorting through his memories, Lu Ming slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "I understand!"

Volume 1: Chapter 50 I understand, this is the Human Body Secret Realm Cultivation Method!

Ishtar, with an extremely strange look in her eyes, witnessed Lu Ming once again begin his bizarre, old-fashioned barefoot doctor-like actions—

He cut open his own palm, letting blood flow, and then did the same to the fanatic lady's palm.

Then the two pressed their bleeding palms together, thus exchanging blood and genes.

Frankly, this is definitely not the normal operation of a human magician's contract.

It's more like a bloodline ritual performed by some families with inhuman bloodlines.

I've heard that some Solomon families carry the genes of the demon god through their bloodline, generation after generation (the Zorgen family, the Mozart family).

There are also some non-human bloodlines that can share life force with others through blood (Akiha Tono and Shiki).

There's no need to elaborate on the True Ancestor's Dead Disciples, whose kinship is based on blood ties.

After thinking it over, Ishtar's thoughts came back to the present, and she suddenly realized that Lu Ming's behavior all along had been essentially inhuman.

So that's how it is. Non-human beings automatically learn non-human contract methods.

reasonable.

Now I understand.

"However, Lu Ming, didn't you even ask this fanatic if she has any objections?"

Miss Kyoko glanced at it and said, "My teacher said that this is also part of the training for the Way of the Assassin!"

"Don't try to cram everything into the 'Way of the Assassin'!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? If you want to join my sect and pursue the true path of an assassin, a master-disciple contract is a necessary step."

Lu Ming glared at him.

"what?"

Ishtar suddenly had a bad feeling; her blood pressure might explode.

Could it be that Lu Ming summoned her here because...?

“That’s right, the true ‘way of the assassin’ lies within it. Ishtar, you should also study it.”

After saying that, Lu Ming excitedly pulled out a cultivation manual called "Nibelungen Project 3.0".

Holy crap, you can't use this to harm others!

Startled, Ishtar immediately stretched out her arm and shoved the book back to where it came from.

Don't tell me he's just a Servant; even if it were any other living person, they wouldn't be able to train you like that!

"What are you doing, Ishtar! I called you here to help, but what are you doing now?"

"How dare you lay a hand on me in broad daylight! And you even dare to obstruct my propagation of the true way of the assassin!"

"hehe."

Ishtar was able to easily withstand the illogical counterattacks from this extraordinary person.

"Have you really completed your cultivation method? How dare you teach it to others if it's not complete?"

Lu Ming was taken aback.

How can a flawed cultivation method that is not truly complete be easily made public?

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To be precise, if a person has not truly walked this path of cultivation to its end and reached the peak, who dares to say that their path is definitely correct and suitable for others to follow?

Just like the ancient emperors in "Covering the Sky," they often only complete their own Great Emperor Scriptures when they reach the pinnacle of the Human Dao and pass them on to future generations.

Compared to those half-finished scriptures of saints and quasi-emperors, they are just a pile of rubbish on the roadside.

Lu Ming is now just an ordinary person with some talent in alchemy. He doesn't have a good master or a good resource environment, and his journey is full of stumbles and setbacks.

After these few days of training, I can barely contend with a fake Odin, or play against those heroic spirits and dead servants in easy matches.

With such limited skills, how can one presume to establish a sect, preach, and teach?

Far from enough!

The Nibelungen Project has limited potential and is not a path to the heavens. How can it be worthy of his personally taught students and his close partners?

We must guard against arrogance and impetuosity! Keep up the good work! Reach even greater heights!

Thinking of this, he fell into a state of deep and silent contemplation, and naturally stopped mentioning the matter of passing on the secret manual.

Seeing that Lu Ming had finally calmed down and given up, Ishtar finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, she also received a strong, cold stare from the fanatic lady.

—You ignorant woman, how dare you prevent me from obtaining the "precious cultivation manual of the old man of the mountain"!

Ishtar could only roll her eyes at this; she had just saved someone's life!

—You naive and clueless believer, you don't understand anything at all!

"I understand!"

After a full two minutes of contemplation, Lu Ming suddenly spoke.

As a newborn, what do you already know?

Ishtar nearly choked on her breath.

"Disciple, bring me paper and pen."

Lu Ming seemed to be bursting with inspiration. After taking the paper and pen from Miss Fanatic, he began to frantically write lines of text of varying sizes and styles.

He wrote with lightning speed, without adding a single stroke, producing several pages of text in one go!

Seeing such masterful writing, Kyoko was immediately awestruck and couldn't help but lean closer to take a look at the contents...

I realized I couldn't read the words.

Has modern writing evolved to this extent?

Kyoko looked solemn; she couldn't even understand the modern knowledge bestowed upon her by the Holy Grail.

"Please correct me." Lu Ming handed it to Ishtar.

"Let me see."

Unlike the new disciples, Ishtar didn't react much.

Clearly, she had become quite accustomed to Lu Ming's magical handwriting.

As the editor in charge of monitoring "Odin's Abyss" from start to finish, the goddess is still too authoritative.

Even so, when she finally understood the summary of the preface, she was still deeply shocked.

"Wait a minute, what do you mean you think the first two versions of the cultivation method are too conservative, so you need a more radical version?"

When I gave you advice, was I suggesting you reflect on things in this direction?

Ishtar had a toothache.

Why does persuasion often backfire?

Is this the true value of a leader in a small group of superhuman beings?

"Not bad!"

A bright light shone in Lu Ming's eyes: