Chaos Crown

Chapter 24, "The End of Netheril" (second update!)

In the library lobby, a crisp explosion broke the usual tranquility.

Tick, tick.

The wine mixed with blood dripped on the ground, and Sharp, who was touched by the purple dragon knight, covered his head and roared like a wild beast.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The big man only felt his head hurt like a burning fire. He covered his forehead vigorously, and subconsciously wiped it on his head, and his eyes were full of bright red.

Blood, a lot of blood!

Sharp's mind was in turmoil, and then even greater anger rose from his chest.

In any case, he never thought that Aaron would actually dare to do something, dare to do it in the royal library.

Doesn't he know that this is slapping the royal family in the face?
The purple dragon knight made up for the fact that Aaron would not fight him in his original plan. What he thought was that if Aaron refused to quarrel with him, then the fact that he was a coward would be confirmed, and Sharp would face Aaron in the future. Lun naturally has an absolute advantage, and he has the capital to laugh at him all his life.

It would be better if Aaron quarreled with him in anger, he had a partner, he was confident in his skills.

But Sharp did not expect that Aaron would actually dare to do something here.

OK!Very good!
You actually took the initiative to hurt someone, so it is reasonable for me to accidentally kill you in legal self-defense, right?

Sharp rushed forward. He stretched out his arms and pushed Aaron away. He pushed the wounded guy to the corner of the lobby and punched Aaron in the chest.

There was a strong pain in the fist.

Is this kid so afraid of death?He must have worn a breastplate under his clothes!
Sharp, furious, punched Aaron in the face again.

Damn, why is this kid's face so hard?

After two punches in a row, several followers around Sharp finally realized that instead of coaxing the big man, they stretched out their hands to grab his arm in panic, and even a short man hugged his arm. leg!
"Sharp, are you okay?"

"Dude, what are you doing, wake up!"

"Oh, Timorah, please, don't do this."

Sharp got even angrier, you trash, why don't you come to help me, why are you still stopping me?

"Let go, Batty, Sodolin, let me go, I'm going to blow this kid's head off today!" Sharp struggled hard, he shook off his entourage's hand, and glared at Ya who seemed to be in a daze leaning on the bookshelf. Aaron, seeing that he still seemed to have the same expression on his face, the uncontrollable anger made him spit on Aaron's face with a mouthful of saliva.

"You're crazy! Sharp! You're crazy, you're going to kill everybody!"

The short man holding Sharp's thigh screamed, "What the hell are you doing? Are you dying?"

"Please, Sharp, use your eyes to see clearly, what are you doing?"

Sharp, annoyed by the yelling from his entourage, rubbed his eyes vigorously, allowing the image to re-form in front of him.

He froze in place as the light entered his eyes and reflected back to his brain.

Over there standing next to the bookshelf is Aaron Salian.

It was a sculpture. It was carved a few days ago and was ready to be transported to the royal library. Obviously, the owner of the sculpture was the former King Yasan IV who had just died in battle.

The condition of the sculpture was clearly not in good condition, a small imprint was left on the chest, the king's beloved face had lost its nose, leaving only a bare vacancy, and Sharp's saliva was flowing down the king's mouth. Dirty, with a mark clearly visible on the chin.

Sharp's mouth watermark.

Me, what have I done?
Things happened so fast that everyone in the lobby hadn't reacted yet, especially the Battle Mage sitting at the entrance of the lobby.

After a dozen people stood dumbfounded for a minute, someone finally responded first.

Two heavily armed guards quickly approached.

"Queen's Blade, sir." The muscles on the face of the leader kept beating: "You are really brave, sir, really brave."

More guards came, and they couldn't help swallowing deeply when they saw the statue of the former king whose nose and chin were blown off and still had saliva marks on it.

After being surprised, everyone uncontrollably rose into astonishing anger!

This is a great king!During his reign of the kingdom, it was Cormyr's golden age at its finest!

As the northern leader of the country, he personally repelled the Tukan invasion. In order to defend the kingdom, he died with the ancient red dragon in the goblin war!
He defended this country with his own life, he is the hero in the heart of the Cormyrs!
The crowd was excited, and amidst the abuse of the crowd, Sharp, who realized that he had made a big mistake, turned pale, was handcuffed by the Queen's Blade, and taken out of the royal library.

Aaron stood at the entrance of the second floor all the time, watching everything that happened with indifferent eyes.

From the heart, Aaron does not want to be involved in this kind of conflict at present.

As mentioned above, his current strength is very weak, and the strength of the apprentice level is at most to solve the small troubles near the farmhouse or village. His plan is to upgrade to the elite level in Suzall first, no matter what.

It's just that people are provocative to the face, if he is cowardly, how can he be worthy of the title of son of chaos?How can you be worthy of the power that Slaanesh bestows upon you?

So when this guy Sharp stopped him from riding his face, Aaron had already made a plan and noticed the statue of King Arthur IV in the corner.

The purpose of calling people over is to shorten the casting distance, and it is also to block the view of the audience in the lobby so that they cannot see that they are casting spells.

Picking up the wine bottle and hitting people on the head is to reduce Sharp's defense, disrupt his brain thinking, and provide convenience for spells.

Aaron knew it was over when a simple ring of magic, Slaanesh's Dream, brought Sharp into the illusion.

Goodbye, my friend, I wish you peace and happiness!

Seeing the distraught Sharp being taken away, Aaron waved to his back very sadly, knowing that he might never see his old friend again.

Likewise, Aaron noticed one of the Queen's Blades glancing at him.

He couldn't help but keep smiling.

What he can be sure of is that a report about Aaron Salian hitting someone on the head with a wine bottle in the royal library will soon be sent to the Regent Princess.

So, how do you go about this?Queen of Steel?
I am looking forward.

Everything was part of the plan, the last Salian muttered the words from Chaos.

Just, a plan.

What happened on the first floor did not attract the attention of the readers on the second floor. Aaron only saw a few readers looking up materials. Seeing Aaron coming in, at least two people looked up at him for a while in surprise.

Aaron also responded with a friendly smile. As a charismatic person, Aaron is now more and more proficient and knows how to use his charisma to win the favor of those around him.

But today's incident also reminded Aaron.

Charisma isn't always beneficial, and occasionally there are downsides, as in this case.

This guy Sharp hated him before, but he didn't hate him so much that he dared to openly provoke trouble in the royal library, and even directly insulted him with the matter of Aaron's parents.

It just goes to show that charisma made a difference.

If Aaron is not wrong, charisma can indeed make a better relationship with people who have a good relationship with Aaron, and it can also make people who are not familiar with him develop a certain liking for the first time, but if the other party is from the beginning. Hostile and malicious towards him, then charisma will also amplify this effect.

It is a bit similar to the barbarian's "taunt" ability. As far as Aaron knows, many barbarians can taunt skills. They will deliberately pretend (or they may not really understand) a simple-minded and muscular guy who cannot understand human words. Talking nonsense and making all kinds of outrageous body movements can instantly make people angry, and it is equally effective for low-IQ races as well as high-IQ powerhouses.

For example, some barbarians use "Have you been there?" "Which eye did you see it?" The old mage was so angry that he fainted on the spot.

There is also a higher level of taunting ability that doesn't even need to be said. For example, there is a witch who has practiced taunting to the master level. No matter what she says, she can make people feel extremely uncomfortable.

And legendary taunts don't even need to be said, some people just stand there and you want to punch him.

Aaron secretly reminded himself: Now that he has the power of Slaanesh, he must be a natural mocking face in front of many people who are hostile to him.

That's right, Slaanesh is not afraid of trouble, not afraid of trouble, just afraid of nothing!
Aaron came to the magic area, and he began to look for books related to warlocks.

A book on the shelf instantly caught Aaron's attention.

The End of Netheril.

Netheril!Aaron was immediately intrigued.

In his previous life, he had read some web articles about the kingdom, and among these web articles, the most mentioned and used one was Netheril civilization!

Iolum, Karthus, Mythra's Core, and the Floating City, these things are repeatedly mentioned in the online articles, as well as those legends belonging to the great arcanist.

Aaron remembered that in the online articles he had read, the Grand Arcanist symbolized the pinnacle of combat power and was an invincible existence in the kingdom.

One arcane destroys one god, three arcanes destroys mortals, five arcanes kill gods, ten arcanes create a century.

With a thought blooming and arbitrariness forever, the two great arcanists controlled the floating city and fought to the edge of the crystal wall system, and the laws of the universe were wiped out!
Aaron doesn't know how much of these contents contain two creations, three creations, four creations and N creations, but the Netheril Empire has indeed left a strong mark in the country: the north of Cormyr is the site of the former Netherese Empire , there used to be one of the best climates in the country, but now there is only a huge desert that is extremely barren and heavily polluted by magic.

The endless glory of the past is gone, and all that remains is sand, and more sand.

He temporarily gave up looking for books related to warlocks, opened the "The End of Netheril", sat on the chair by the window, and read it with relish.

The opening sentence broke Aaron's impression.

"Netheril is not color-resistant, nor does it symbolize the pinnacle of magic, nor is it a true empire."

The book introduces how Netheril grew from a small fishing village to a kingdom consisting of seven villages, how the alliance was broken under the tyrannical and brutal rule of King Netheril, and how Netheril was reborn with the help and trade of the elves. Rise, how did you discover the Nether Scroll and benefited a lot, and gradually became a magical civilization.

However, Aaron can feel from the writing that the author of this book actually doesn't think much of the Nether Empire in his heart. In some places, not only the handwriting is illegible, but also mixed with a lot of swear words.

He turned the book back to the first page, wanting to see who the author was.

The author's signature is Ms. Silinxi.

Aaron didn't recognize the name. Seeing that the name belonged to a female elf, he thought it might be some unknown wild mage who had done serious research and had some strength.
Although this Ms. Silinxi clearly disliked the Nether Empire in her writing, she explained some affairs and the process of Nether's fortune in her writing quite clearly, so Aaron decided to continue reading.

There are a lot of black farts in the article. For example, when the Nether Empire gradually reached its peak and one-ninth of its population was a mage, the author laughed and said that the Nether Empire had only reached the threshold of advanced magic civilization.

When the floating cities were built one after another and played an important role, the author laughed and said that this thing is just a tool for thieves - to steal from the magic net those magical energy that does not belong to the Netherese.

The author also ridiculed that Netheril was never an empire. This magical civilization was just a loose combination of a group of city-states. The great arcanists did their own thing all day long, and gradually turned into a dictatorship of the Mage Council, forgetting the original intention of the Netheril Kingdom. Cleaned up.

In the text, someone used an ink pen to attach a small joke.

"A Netherese came to Cormyr to visit, and he pointed to the city of Susar: 'Whose country is this?'

The Cormyrs replied: 'The kingdom naturally belongs to the royal family of Obeszier. '

The Nether asked again: 'What about these surrounding lands? '

The Cormyrs replied: 'It belongs to the yeoman. '

The Cormyrs also came to Netheril to visit, and the Cormyrs asked the Netherese: 'Who does this country belong to? '

The Netherese answered: 'The Netheril Empire belongs to all the Netherese. '

The Cormyr asked again: 'What about those floating cities? '

The Netherese answered: 'That is the private property of the great arcanists. '"

Naturally, this practice of entraining private goods in the article also aroused some readers' dislike.

For example, when the author laughed at the Netherese Empire, there was obviously a Netheril fan who wrote next to it: "That is to say, bullying the Netheril Empire has perished, so it is really despicable to try to discredit this great civilization. "

When the author wrote in the chapter "Age of Discovery" that Netheril tried to expand into the universe and was beaten by the Elven Empire Navy and the expansion failed, this die-hard fan wrote: "Lie, if the Elven Empire Navy is so powerful, why are they so powerful? Didn’t conquer the entire country? It’s obviously a lie, the Nether Empire is only here for trade, it’s a peaceful civilization, how could the mere navy of the Elven Empire be able to stop the Golem Legion of the Floating City and the Grand Arcanist?”

The author also recorded many atrocities committed by the Nether Empire, such as the planned massacres against orcs, and the atrocities that killed tens of thousands of elves, dwarves, dwarves, and halflings who helped them a lot in the past. The extravagance of the Upper Nether Empire composed of floating cities ignores life.

The iron fan of Nai Shi added: "Fabulously fabricated and maliciously smeared, you said that the Nai Se Empire slaughtered so many other races, you should find a few living people to prove it!"

However, when the author wrote a social status in the late period of the Netheril Empire, "hunting and killing civilians outside the floating city is a legal and popular entertainment." Already furious, he added a sentence later: "People who have no value naturally do not deserve to live. Rather than wasting food, it is reasonable to provide a little final value! This is in line with the history of human development!"

After this, Aaron never saw his callout again.

In this way, Aaron spent a whole morning reading "The End of Netheril" from beginning to end, and gained a certain understanding of this magical civilization surrounded by countless rumors and secondary creations. Especially the "Era of Karthus", which took nearly half of the page to write, how did this talented great arcanist successfully concentrate the resources of the entire empire to collapse the entire Netheril, leaving countless In the story, the magical civilization that still has many legacies to this day is heading for its end.

Unknowingly, the time came to noon, and Aaron put down the book.

I don't know what's going on with my uncle.

In his carefully designed plan, Uncle Lothair is the weakest link.

But he has no other choice, his aunt is fierce and rascally, his cousin is proud and complacent, and even though his uncle is just a petty horse breeder, he is the only one of the resources in Aaron's hands that he has access to in a reasonable way Aristocratic people too.

I hope my uncle will not disappoint my expectations.

Aaron said silently in his heart.

As Aaron contemplates the process, Suzar, the Royal Mews.

Uncle Lothair, whom Aaron had placed high hopes on, was kneeling on the ground sweating profusely at this moment. His breathing was disordered, but there was an abnormal blush on his thin cheeks, and his body trembled slightly.

A middle-aged man in his 30s, wearing the purple and gold color of the Duke of Cormyr's crown, was sitting on a maza, surrounded by a circle of fully armed elite guards, the middle-aged man was holding a tall The golden champagne liquid swayed slightly along the wall of the glass.

"So, it's your nephew, the last Salian, little guy Aaron who has awakened his charisma and turned into a warlock. Do you want to find a teacher?" The middle-aged man said calmly.

"Yes, it's my nephew who ordered me to do this!" Lothair wiped his sweat with his hands, his voice full of fear.

Today's affairs went quite smoothly at first, just as Aaron asked, after Lothar came to the stables to check the status of the horses routinely, he quickly found an opportunity to take advantage of a purple dragon knight to choose Horse, pretending to casually mention a charismatic awakened warlock looking for a mentor.

The first purple dragon knight didn't take it seriously, he just promised to ask for help when he had time.

There was a very obvious change in the attitude of the second purple dragon knight. Not only did he repeatedly ask Lothair who the magician who had awakened the charisma was, but he showed great interest. After the other party did not want to reveal his identity and hinted that the knight's "level" was not enough, the knight immediately expressed his understanding. He didn't even choose a horse, and left directly and told Lothair to wait for him here and not to run away.

After Lothair told the news that "a charismatic warlock is looking for a mentor" to a knight who came to pick a horse, he thought the morning would be over like this.

Unexpectedly, when the noon break approached, a large group of heavily armored guards came to Susar's stable, and a haughty butler came in and told Lothair that the Duke of Kayneth-Ires wanted to meet him in person!

This scared Lothar silly.

He's just a horse breeder!
The other party is the Duke, the only real Duke in Cormyr!The status is second only to the king!
Facing such a large battle, and facing His Royal Highness Duke Kayneth who was smiling and questioning him among the large group of heavy armored guards, Lothair felt that his legs were so weak that he couldn't straighten up at all, and his voice was trembling.

He said everything, including Aaron's identity, how Aaron told him, and the metaphor Aaron told him.

The little horse keeper told it all.

"Did he teach you that?" Duke Kayneth showed great interest after listening: "Interesting, very interesting."

"Come on!"

"exist!"

　Today is the last day of National Day, cheer up everyone!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)