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The sudden strange sound from the carriage almost caused the guards to react, but they were stopped by the Emperor before they could take any action, avoiding an embarrassing scene.
The team regained its composure, and the Emperor adjusted his collar.
Is the Rogest family really trying to scare him out of his heart disease recently?
“Viamos, do you really know what you are talking about? You can’t say such nonsense.”
She’s an eighth-level mage, a formidable existence capable of destroying a city on her own.
The Duke asked, “When has your highness ever seen me talk nonsense?”
Indeed, the Emperor was thought of the recent fright he had received, although it was easy to make him emotionally unstable, it was actually due to good news.
Moreover, this news was no less significant than the Beast Companion Contract. An eighth-level mage, someone Holy Lotean had been longing for to replace Antonio, and now there was one, albeit an unexpected one. It was quite a surprise!
The Emperor couldn’t contain his excitement and said, “I want to see this Isis immediately.”
That was all he said, and he believed it to be true.
The Duke paused for a moment and tactfully reminded him, “Your Majesty, she is an eighth-level mage.”
An eighth-level mage was no longer an ordinary person. Even an Emperor had to show enough respect to such a powerful individual. It was indeed disrespectful to approach her without proper greetings.
The Emperor couldn’t help but forget in his excitement. Only after the Duke’s reminder did he react, realizing that his request was indeed inappropriate.
“Alright, let’s wait a bit longer. First, let’s teleport to your territory and then visit her.”
In fact, there wasn’t much information available about Isis. According to the setting, she usually resided overseas and was a recluse who didn’t like to socialize. Aresia had fabricated a lot of content for Isis, but she had only informed the Duke of the basic information, which seemed more in line with Isis’s identity.
As they waited for the carriage of the Emperor to arrive at the Duke’s mansion, The Emperor learned more about Isis, such as her personality, age, and expertise in magic.
When he heard that Isis was already two hundred years old, an image of a stern old lady floated in The Emperor’s mind. He couldn’t help but praise, “Isis is truly young.”
Two hundred years old was quite long-lived for an ordinary person or even some professionals. But for an eighth-level mage, two hundred years was indeed considered young. There were eighth-level powerhouses in the human world who were over three hundred years old, not to mention other long-lived races.
Taking Antonio, Holy Lotean’s own mage, as an example, although The Emperor didn’t know his exact age, according to the court records, Antonio had already served the Emperor for four hundred years. By the time he became a court mage, he was already a sixth-level mage. It was even speculated that his age had exceeded five hundred years.
Five hundred years was indeed a considerable age for an eighth-level mage. Who didn’t know how long he could live? This was why the Emperor was anxious to find a replacement for him.
The Emperor’s praise was not just flattery; it was sincerely spoken.
But someone noticed a slight twitch at the corner of the Duke’s mouth.
If he let the Emperor know that Isis’s true level was actually that of a nine-level Holy Mage, he didn’t know how the Emperor would react. Moreover, if he found out that the Isis he was seeking was a fake, who knew how he would react?
The Duke remained silent.
As they entered the Duke’s mansion, The Emperor immediately noticed a long-distance teleportation array. Around the array, many craftsmen were constructing stairs and fences according to orders. Further away, someone was building pillars with stones cut in various shapes, sticking them together with a cement-like adhesive. Since Aresia had requested a low height, the pillars were not very tall, and it seemed that the construction was almost finished with just four pillars remaining.
The Emperor had already focused all his attention on the magic array.
When they arrived, the Duke’s estate had arranged a group of people to move cages for the teleportation array. These cages were bought by the Duke, specifically to house the Gryphons. Apart from the Gryphon leader, the other Gryphons had only received a moderate dose of anesthesia, enough to make them unconscious for three to five days. Others who had beast space had moved their beast there to prevent the awakened Gryphons from losing control. So, for now, the Gryphons were temporarily staying in the cages.
The Duke had arranged a spacious cage for the Gryphons, allowing them a certain amount of space to move around. The cages he chose were of excellent quality, made of a unique material that was lightweight. It was possible to complete the teleportation in one go, without causing too much chaos.
The Emperor looked at the bustling scene and raised his eyebrow. “What’s going on here?”
The Duke bowed his head. “I only found out after returning to the Duke’s territory. Isis helped us capture the entire Gryphon group, and these cages are for them.”
“The entire Gryphon group? They were all caught by Isis alone?”
“Yes.”
The Duke nodded but wondered how Isis had managed to do it.
The Emperor wasn’t particularly concerned about the details, as he knew the outcome was enough. “If she is a mage, she can achieve what others cannot.”
He genuinely believed that she was a mage. Capturing a group of two hundred Gryphons was not something that could be accomplished by other powerful individuals of different levels.
Then, The Emperor asked, “If I remember correctly, is their leader a peak-level seventh-grade Gryphon?”
Although he was a mage, Gryphons were generally not compatible with mages. But a peak-level seventh-grade Gryphon as a contract mount would undoubtedly be a great help.
The Duke knew that The Emperor had no idea what he was talking about, so he replied cautiously, “Yes, we have already signed a Beast Contract. She is indeed a formidable ally. Unfortunately, she is currently unconscious, or I would have fight with it.”
The Emperor choked upon hearing this. Well, he should have known better than to try to get information from Viamos.
But the Emperor didn’t give up. “What about the other seventh-grade Gryphons? Don’t they have owners anymore?”
The Duke couldn’t back down on this matter. As an Emperor, why would he need to take away something from someone who had contributed to the military?
“They do have owners, but I have allowed the Legion to exchange them based on their military merit. We are preparing these cages to send them back.”
So, others exchanged them based on military merit. How could the Emperor shamelessly take away the rewards of those who deserved them?
The Emperor sighed. He felt a little frustrated by the Duke’s actions, but there was nothing he could do. His attention returned to the teleportation array.
At the teleportation array in the Duke’s mansion, there were supervisors responsible for the operation. Teleportation required the other side’s array to be available before it could be activated. The supervisors were stationed there, waiting for the message that the other array was ready, and then they would activate the teleportation.
Just as they received a message indicating that the previous round of cargo had been moved, they prepared for another teleportation.
The Emperor walked over to Aaron and looked at the virtual control screen.
Aaron hurriedly saluted him. “Your Highness.”
The Emperor gestured for him to continue, “What’s this?”
Aaron glanced secretly at the Duke, who nodded imperceptibly. Then he began to explain to the Emperor.
The virtual screen was actually a text writing interface in the common language, not the language used in the high-magic world.
One reason Aresia believed the two worlds were closely related was that the common language used by humans in this world was very similar to the common language in the high-magic world. After a long period of development, the writing in the high-magic world became more concise, and the two languages appeared similar at first glance. However, upon careful examination, they were actually different versions of the same language.
The writing of the Holy Lotean Empire was the common language of humans. Although The Emperor felt a bit unfamiliar with the text on the virtual screen, upon closer examination, he recognized that it was familiar – it was the language he was accustomed to. This made him trust the Duke even more. It seemed that the letters from Isis, who had come from overseas, were believable, mainly because the human world did not have this writing style.
Perhaps Isis had simplified it.
The Emperor nodded and continued to listen to Aaron’s introduction.
Aaron explained that the control method was straightforward. Although the text seemed awkward, it could still be understood. Following the content of the text, it was easy to operate. When it came to activating the teleportation, there was a selection box with the option of “Whether to teleport to XX–>>X.” After confirming by pressing ‘OK’, the teleportation would be initiated.
Furthermore, the purpose of the teleportation was clear. Aresia had named the teleportation array in the Duke’s territory as “Rogest Castle,” and the Duke had named the one here as “Holy Lotean City – Rogest Duke’s Mansion.” Although the text was a bit long, it was clear at a glance.
However, modifying the settings was difficult once the teleportation array was established. First, one needed the permission to make modifications, and secondly, it was difficult to understand the meaning behind certain unclear numbers.