Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience - Chapter 303 - 016: Arrogant

Chapter 303: 016: Arrogant

Then, Lynch briefly explained to Greywell his idea of claiming Feiyan City for himself.

He spoke casually, yet Greywell found it unbelievable.

What is this young man talking about?

He wants me to choose an appropriate partner from the Aisenberg family to act as the Lord here, replacing those who won’t cooperate, and quickly consolidate the authority of the territory in my hands.

After that…

Forget it, what comes after doesn’t matter; what’s important is… Is he crazy?

Someone suddenly comes to tell me these things, if it weren’t for the fact that the other party showed strong abilities, Greywell would only think this is a madman.

Out of respect for the strong, he’s willing to listen, yet he still doesn’t understand what this young man’s thinking? Gaining power isn’t something that can be done so casually, even without mentioning those unimaginable powers… just the soldiers in the city, the army… why would they listen to him? Who does he think he is?

Upon hearing Lynch’s account, Greywell originally didn’t want to respond, but seeing the serious look on the other party’s face, he cautiously asked, “Are you serious?”

Lynch nodded: “Is there a problem?”

Could it be…

Is this actually someone sent by a certain power?

Greywell squinted his eyes and cautiously asked, “How many people do you have?”

Lynch said, “One of me is enough.”

Greywell choked a bit.

Despite his good education and refinement, he couldn’t help but want to ask: Without an army, how are you planning a coup?

He snorted coldly, “If Sir is an assassin sent by Lucien, then be quick about it. There’s no need to amuse this old man, doing so won’t achieve anything, it’ll only tarnish your honor.”

It seems he doesn’t trust me?

Lynch didn’t speak; he just drew the Phantom Cross and sliced through the air in front of him.

Golden light appeared suddenly, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, instantly dividing the surrounding ground along with the walls and furniture in half.

“Great Knight!!!”

Beside him, Demont’s face changed dramatically as he cried out.

Greywell was stunned for a moment, finally understanding where this young man’s confidence came from.

The power of a Great Knight is well known; one Great Knight equals thousands of troops. If there truly is a Great Knight cooperating with him, then…

Though there’s no trust established between this unfamiliar young man yet, it doesn’t stop this idea from flashing quickly through Greywell’s mind, and soon after, he felt his heart skip a beat.

Of course, it was only a moment; moments later, he quickly regained his calm.

In the past, a Great Knight used properly indeed could bring about dramatic changes, but in the current situation, one Great Knight can no longer change much.

He shook his head, “I admit you’re powerful, but it’s not enough.”

Perhaps due to his reluctance, Greywell spoke more than usual.

Saying this, his eyes revealed deep fear, “Believe me, you feel invincible now only because you haven’t seen real power yet. When the legend appears before you, you’ll understand what powerlessness is.”

Yes,

The cause behind all his years of hard work turning to dust, the former Earl and their chosen King being buried, and Lucien’s effortless gain of power, stems precisely from the borrowing of a power, a transcendent power not belonging to the Mortal World!

However,

He had explained thoroughly, yet the young man front of him still wouldn’t give up; rather, he didn’t seem to care at all.

Too arrogant!

Having such powerful Great Knight abilities at such a young age, such arrogance is understandable. But in the face of legendary power, even a Great Knight is nothing more than fish on others’ chopping board. How to make this young man understand this truth?

Greywell didn’t know how to explain to this arrogant young man in front of him, how to make him put away his arrogance.

Yet soon, he found no need for explanation.

“Is that so?”

Lynch curled his lips, slowly sheathing the Phantom Cross.

As he did, the ground, walls, even tables, chairs, and benches that had been cleaved started to merge back together, soon restoring seamlessly to their original state.

Greywell trembled violently, his eyes gradually widening.

…

Meanwhile, deep within Feiyan City, in the Lord Castle.

On the castle’s terrace, two figures sat across a stone table, sipping afternoon tea.

One was a man in his forties with narrow eyes and a sinister gaze, the new master of Feiyan City, the new Earl, Lucien.

Sitting opposite him was a young girl, about 15 or 16, with beautiful golden-red hair, the most notable feature being a pair of pointed ears on either side of her cheeks, resembling an elf from legend.

Features like these are well-known among people of Orendale, specifically the Orendale Royal Family’s Greenst Family, and the one before them is a Royal Bloodline, Karina Greenst.

“Thank you for your gracious hospitality, Earl.” Karina set down the teacup and continued, “So, shall we discuss the main matters? My people are still waiting for me at White Port, and I hope to gain your support as the Earl.”

Karina’s father Sebastian was the sixth son of the old King Owlett. During the Kingdom’s turmoil, he escaped disaster by not being in the Royal Capital, remaining as the sole direct bloodline left by Owlett.

Later on, with support from the White Bay Territory, they ascended the throne.

However, in this era where kingships are everywhere, the direct bloodline has brought him no real advantage, and the military strength of White Bay Territory is very limited. Over the years, they haven’t achieved much, only barely maintaining some land.

Yet this precariousness couldn’t sustain amidst changing circumstances. Not long ago, Sebastian passed away, and nearby ’kings’ seized the opportunity to rally an army intending to attack the rebellious White Bay Territory.

Facing enemies several times their size, White Bay was undoubtedly not an opponent. As Sebastian’s only adult daughter and the most legitimate heir, Karina had to shoulder the responsibility and seek possible support from nearby.

Karina continued, “In this game of power, don’t you also need a King? In all of Orendale, no one is more purely a Greenst than me.”

“Hehehe.”

Lucien smiled broadly, “At this point in the game, Bloodline no longer matters. If I wished, I could claim even a beggar by the roadside as a Greenst, not to mention there are plenty of living Greensts. They may not have as pure a Bloodline as Your Highness, but they might be more cooperative partners.”

He emphasized the word “cooperative.”

Karina understood Lucien’s meaning, that without sufficient benefits, it was impossible to move him. And to ensure Feiyan City’s forces sincerely help her win the war, she must bind herself to him.

So she said, “I heard the Earl hasn’t remarried since the passing of your wife; I think this provides a cooperative opportunity for us.”

Karina’s demeanor was humble enough.

As a young 15 or 16-year-old girl expressing love to a forty-year-old man, lowering her status as a pure Orendale Bloodline to an Earl, no matter how you look at it, it’s full of sincerity.

However, Lucien’s reply was, “That’s not enough, Your Highness.”

Karina furrowed her brows, “Earl, speak plainly.”

She had done this much, putting forth all her cards, and she didn’t understand what more Lucien wanted.

Lucien smiled slightly, not giving a direct reply.

Instead, he gestured towards a pet dog basking on the flowerbed, which obediently ran to Lucien’s side at his beckoning, staying with bent legs and a wagging tongue.

Lucien said meaningfully, “I wouldn’t fight a war for a King, but I would gladly do it for my pet dog.”

He needed a King, but more importantly, he needed a King utterly loyal to him.

Only by tearing away her noble veil, making her kneel without daring to stand, like a pet dog humbly wagging its tail before him, inherently submissive, could she be a true partner for him.

Of course,

There were also personal whims of Lucien to be satisfied.

The sheer thought of training a pure Royal Bloodline to be… something at his disposal… devoid of dignity or personality, just as if she were a household item; when he lifted his foot, she’d come to lick his toes…

This intensely sparked a feeling of achievement in Lucien.

Karina’s face turned foul.

She fully understood the implication in Lucien’s words, and although she had imagined the Earl might make outrageous demands, she had not expected him to be so excessive.

She angrily said, “Earl, you’re going too far. I came in good faith to talk with you.”

Lucien bluntly said, “If Your Highness feels it’s not suitable, then please leave.”

Karina’s face stiffened.

If she failed to secure aid this time, White Bay would cease to exist, her family, her subjects, everything she had was there.

But…

Must it truly come to this?

Karina was at a loss; it suddenly dawned on her that she seemingly had no choice.

“Taptaptap!”

Just then, hasty footsteps were heard.

Soon after, a lavishly dressed plump man hurriedly approached the terrace, leaning into Lucien’s ear, whispering something Karina couldn’t hear completely, but she seemed to catch:

“The person has been found.”

“They’re in the city, currently in an inn.”

Instantly, Lucien’s face darkened, and he snorted coldly, “Good, good, good, stealing my person, and bold enough to come onto my territory!”

This batch of slaves was originally meant to be offered, and Lucien had to grab subjects from the city to send over last minute because of it.

He turned to Karina, “Consider it, Your Highness.”

Karina’s expression tensed; she wanted to say more, but Lucien was done speaking with her.

He stood up with a burst.

Clasping his sword, with murderous intent, he and the plump man descended the stone steps.