Chronicles of Ryan the Wizard

Imperial capital, Luke's official residence.

"No, Teacher Victor, I can't do this at all. I can't do this." Farasi shook her head vigorously, and looked at the archmage Victor who was standing opposite her with an embarrassed expression.

Victor patted Farasi on the shoulder, then pointed at Luke, who was sealed in a crystal coffin, and said softly: "No one can run as soon as they are born. I only learned it after training. What's more, you are not alone. Your father is watching you and I will help you. Ryan... Ryan, although his whereabouts are unknown now, but I have a hunch that he will definitely return Live!"

"But, I hired Master Blair, who is the best at prophesying magic, and there is still no way to find the breath of Ryan, unless he is not within a thousand miles of the imperial capital at all, or, or he is already..." Farasi said in a voice gradually. It sank down, but then it became high-pitched: "No, no, I believe Ryan must be alive! The lich in the mine failed to defeat him, nor did the immortal King Alexander. , Hundreds of thousands of orcs in the Thor Fortress failed to defeat him, and he still fought to the end in the observatory of the imperial capital!"

"Yes, I firmly believe in this. However, the most important thing now is to stabilize the situation in the imperial capital. If you want to do this, there is only you. Although your sister can be considered a candidate, she Relations with Orlando will make Orlando very difficult."

"But, I really can't do it, I don't know anything about politics."

"Me too, you know, this is what I hate the most, but if you choose to escape, what will happen when Luke wakes up one day? What will happen when Ryan appears in front of you again? Don't you tell them that, Hey, during this time of your unyielding struggle with fate, I was hiding in Victor's magic tower."

"Put up your chest, Fanny." Victor said loudly, "The so-called politics is nothing more than a battle of power, nothing more than a calculation of the human heart. You are flowing with Luke's blood, and behind you , With the support of the strongest power on this continent, as well as Orlando and his Royal Knights, they will definitely not disadvantage you."

"Fani, this is your destiny, overwhelming or overwhelmed by destiny, there is no third way to choose!"

"I understand, Teacher Victor, from now on, I will do my best to inherit my father's power and work hard to realize his dream."

Jinghu, the residence of the chief of the Clay clan.

Chief Abdul rode on a horse and watched with interest the two brothers and sisters Rugman and Rukani training the new warriors, Kailimu with a scimitar on his waist, riding on his beloved horse "Hoarfrost" Above, silently followed Chief Abdul’s back, only the horseshoe stepped on the snow on the grass, making a "click, click" sound.

"Well, yes, the spirits of the young people are very high." Chief Abdul nodded in satisfaction. He turned his side and whispered to Kerim behind him: "Especially Lukani. After following you to the imperial capital, I seem to have matured a lot. Now not only has my own strength improved a lot, but he has also been taught a lot in the military.

"They are not strong enough, Chief. Our strength is not strong enough. We lack too many materials. Backed by the Hengduan Mountains, there are mines that produce iron ore, but they are also far away from the center of the mainland."

"I know what you mean, Kailim, but don't we also avoid the threats of the orcs and the imperial capital now? As for the remoteness? No, I don't think so. In the merchants' eyes, all profitable places , Are full of Golden Avenue, I can bet with you, now is the beginning of the new year, at most three months, a large number of caravans will reopen the road of business between Jinghu Lake and the south, but the imperial capital cannot stop it. Because they can’t do this at the risk of turning their faces with the merchants in the South headed by Liberty Paradise.”

"The history of our Clays is a history of one-step migration. For thousands of years, we have almost never bred in the same place for three generations. However, in Fernando’s time we did so, on the one hand because of the pressure from the imperial capital. On the other hand, it’s because of our own depravity. Now, we Clay people have found a way to restore the honor of our ancestors. There is no food? Oh, no, our ancestors only relied on drinking horse milk and horse blood. Chasing for ten days and ten nights, why can't we?"

"This is our journey, this is our life. Riding a horse, wielding a scimitar, bravely facing the enemy, no matter who it is, you can't change it." Chief Abdul sang the Clay leisurely. A song that has been circulated for thousands of years, and after hearing this song, thousands of recruits who are training are also released to sing together under the leadership of Lugman and Lukani.

"Look, they rode their horses and wielded their scimitars. As long as my people continue to sing this ballad, the destiny of the Clay clan will be in their own hands." Chief Abdul said to Kerim.

Freedom Paradise, the headquarters of the Dolock Business Alliance.

Chilaviv leaned back on the chair leisurely. Opposite him were a dozen of his subordinates.

"President, we have established business relations with Seck City last month. Our Chamber of Commerce opened a total of seven new shops in Seck City. Among them, the shops selling iron and magic items have been sold by Senate’s Hyman. Concerned, he also brought back a message through the person in charge over there, hoping to double the trading volume of iron and magic items from next year."

"The winter of last year was not very cold. The loss of cattle and sheep of the Clay people was not very large. However, because the imperial capital blocked their connection with the south, I think the wool and other materials in the southern market will still be greatly increased this year. Rising, because in addition to these reasons, the Imperial Capital, Seck City and many other forces are hoarding these strategic materials."

"My lord, this is the trade situation of our Southwest Branch last year. Simply put, the sales in Mochizuki City are really..."

"Now Sunrise City is in the hands of the orcs, and our business in Sea Breeze City is very affected..."

After his subordinates had reported everything, Chilaviv said leisurely: "Everyone, we are businessmen. The essence of businessmen is to pursue profit, the greatest profit. Therefore, there is nothing better for us than this. The mainland is under the control of several mutually hostile, but relatively balanced forces. In view of the current situation on the mainland, I decided to increase trade with the Clay from March because they are the weakest now. As for Seck City, to reduce the sales of magic items, they cannot make up for this defect..."

"Well, the above is the general purpose of our Dolock this year. In a word, we businessmen have no enemies that cannot co-operate, and there are no allies that coexist with life and death. Everything is measured by money. Money may not be omnipotent, but left Money is absolutely impossible. This is the greatest significance of our businessmen’s existence, and it is also the only motivation for you and me to embark on our own journey and where we are today."