Chapter 183: The Main Tournament (3)
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Chapter 183: The Main Tournament (3)
Before the next round of the main competition, Ray had a day to himself. During this time, he researched the wyverns of the Lesian Empire.
Having been granted access to the Imperial Library, he casually sat on the floor and began browsing through books.
Lets see wyverns
Given their nests were near the Empires capital, there were quite a few books related to them.
Ray skimmed through them, learning about their habits and why they had chosen the Empire as their habitat.
The reason was simple. The Lesian Empires warm climate and the large mountain range at its back made it an ideal environment for wyverns to nest.
Furthermore, the absence of dragon lairs nearby meant that the wyverns could wreak havoc without worry.
As wyverns gathered and built nests, more joined, leading to the current situation.
Ray scratched his head.
This is going to be tough to deal with.
Unless he killed all the wyverns, they wouldnt easily give up such a favorable habitat. Even if he intervened, they would likely start nesting again in a few years.
His current efforts would be wasted.
Ray pondered a solution.
Leveling the mountain range or changing the climate to cold were options.
He casually contemplated altering the Empires environment.
Given the wyverns high intelligence and their use of magic, traps for monsters or animals wouldnt work on them.
Ray closed the book without much concern.
There were solutions, but none were easy.
In the worst case, he might have to lethally wound all the wyverns.
He spent a long time in the library, reading various books.
The next day, unlike the first round, a gambling ring was set up in one corner.
Who to bet on became a critical discussion among the crowd.
Ray passed through and approached the apparent owner of the gambling ring.
Ill bet thirty gold coins on myself.
Huh?
A handsome young man placed a jingling leather pouch on the table, catching the attention of a scarred middle-aged man.
After the first round, few people failed to recognize Rays face.
His behavior and striking appearance made him memorable.
The man asked with amusement,
Youre betting on yourself?
Yeah. Im going to win anyway.
Rays confidence made the owner laugh heartily.
Hahaha! What an interesting kid. Fine, Ill bet thirty gold coins on you too.
You wont regret it.
With that, Ray took out another leather pouch and placed it on the table.
One bet on the swordsmanship competition, one on the magic competition. Both are thirty gold coins, count and check.
Hahahaha! Are you some kind of sword and magic user? Hahaha!
Indeed, he was a sword and magic user.
He also possessed useless divine power.
Whatever the owner said didnt matter to Ray. He was there to win money in the competition.
The gods might sigh at the sight of a saint participating in gambling, but Ray didnt consider this gambling.
Considering his victory was a sure thing, how could betting on it be gambling?
This was simply earning money through skill.
After rationalizing his actions to himself, Ray headed to the martial arts arena.
The swordsmanship competition ended anticlimactically.
After witnessing Rays skills in the first round, his opponent conceded after a few exchanges.
Easily securing his place in the third round, Ray immediately moved to the adjacent stage where the magic competition was taking place.
As he arrived, his opponent sneered and commented,
So youre the sword and magic user who fought with fists last night? Hahaha.
What kind of sword and magic user is that? Even a mage couldnt do that.
The Fireballs Ray created bathed the arena in red.
Hovering in the air, their sheer visual impact was a weapon in itself.
The young man dropped his wand, speechless.
It was likely not just him who was stunned.
Others engaged in their battles also stopped, astonished by the quantity of Rays mana.
I lose, I surrender
With the opponents declaration of surrender, Ray instantly extinguished the Fireballs.
Cancel.
Whoosh
As if waking from a dream, the magic vanished, leaving the audience in awe of him.
His piercing blue eyes beneath snowy white hair struck them profoundly.
No cheers were heard, only a hush that filled the arena.
Ray walked out, his back followed by the eyes of the audience and referees.
After the second round of the magic competition, Rays reputation soared immensely.
Numerous officials and nobles, realizing that a legendary sword and magic user truly existed, tried to approach him.
It wasnt until the Emperor publicly forbade such actions, under the guise of protecting a foreign dignitary, that these advances ceased.
But the Emperors motives werent purely protective.
He, too, was anxious, attempting to establish a connection with Ray, fearing others might snatch him away first.
Hmm. I cant just let things be.
The Emperor summoned Princess Selena.
She entered the hall and bowed respectfully.
You called for me, Your Majesty?
Yes, I did. Theres something important we need to discuss.
Selena tilted her head at his serious tone.
What is your opinion of the saint?
Pardon? What exactly do you mean?
How would you feel about him as a potential husband?
Excuse me?
Selena was startled by the abrupt marriage proposal.
She quickly understood the situation.
Father wants the saint. If its for a political marriage, I have no choice
She had not considered marriage before, but perhaps this was an opportunity to seize.
From her observations, the saint was neither ill-tempered nor lacking in capability.
In fact, his abilities seemed almost otherworldly.
And his appearance? She had mistaken him for an elf at their first encounter, so striking was his beauty.
His status was suitable for the royal family, equal to or surpassing any other suitor.
After a brief contemplation, Selena bowed.
If it is Your Majestys wish, I shall consent to the marriage.
Hmm. Alright. Ill handle this matter; you may go now.
Yes, Your Majesty.
As Selena exited the hall, the Emperor reflected in solitude.
The saint mentioned he has someone in his heart That is the complication.
If he pressured the saint too quickly, he risked driving him from the Empire.
The Emperor needed to navigate the situation with care.
His daughter appeared amenable, but to sway the saints heart might require time.
Nevertheless, the Emperor looked confident.
My daughters beauty is celebrated even beyond our borders. No matter who the saint has taken an interest in, she could not surpass my daughter.
Content with the prospect of securing the saint, the Emperors mood lifted.
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Chapter 183: The Main Tournament (3)
Before the next round of the main competition, Ray had a day to himself. During this time, he researched the wyverns of the Lesian Empire.
Having been granted access to the Imperial Library, he casually sat on the floor and began browsing through books.
Lets see wyverns
Given their nests were near the Empires capital, there were quite a few books related to them.
Ray skimmed through them, learning about their habits and why they had chosen the Empire as their habitat.
The reason was simple. The Lesian Empires warm climate and the large mountain range at its back made it an ideal environment for wyverns to nest.
Furthermore, the absence of dragon lairs nearby meant that the wyverns could wreak havoc without worry.
As wyverns gathered and built nests, more joined, leading to the current situation.
Ray scratched his head.
This is going to be tough to deal with.
Unless he killed all the wyverns, they wouldnt easily give up such a favorable habitat. Even if he intervened, they would likely start nesting again in a few years.
His current efforts would be wasted.
Ray pondered a solution.
Leveling the mountain range or changing the climate to cold were options.
He casually contemplated altering the Empires environment.
Given the wyverns high intelligence and their use of magic, traps for monsters or animals wouldnt work on them.
Ray closed the book without much concern.
There were solutions, but none were easy.
In the worst case, he might have to lethally wound all the wyverns.
He spent a long time in the library, reading various books.
The next day, unlike the first round, a gambling ring was set up in one corner.
Who to bet on became a critical discussion among the crowd.
Ray passed through and approached the apparent owner of the gambling ring.
Ill bet thirty gold coins on myself.
Huh?
A handsome young man placed a jingling leather pouch on the table, catching the attention of a scarred middle-aged man.
After the first round, few people failed to recognize Rays face.
His behavior and striking appearance made him memorable.
The man asked with amusement,
Youre betting on yourself?
Yeah. Im going to win anyway.
Rays confidence made the owner laugh heartily.
Hahaha! What an interesting kid. Fine, Ill bet thirty gold coins on you too.
You wont regret it.
With that, Ray took out another leather pouch and placed it on the table.
One bet on the swordsmanship competition, one on the magic competition. Both are thirty gold coins, count and check.
Hahahaha! Are you some kind of sword and magic user? Hahaha!
Indeed, he was a sword and magic user.
He also possessed useless divine power.
Whatever the owner said didnt matter to Ray. He was there to win money in the competition.
The gods might sigh at the sight of a saint participating in gambling, but Ray didnt consider this gambling.
Considering his victory was a sure thing, how could betting on it be gambling?
This was simply earning money through skill.
After rationalizing his actions to himself, Ray headed to the martial arts arena.
The swordsmanship competition ended anticlimactically.
After witnessing Rays skills in the first round, his opponent conceded after a few exchanges.
Easily securing his place in the third round, Ray immediately moved to the adjacent stage where the magic competition was taking place.
As he arrived, his opponent sneered and commented,
So youre the sword and magic user who fought with fists last night? Hahaha.
What kind of sword and magic user is that? Even a mage couldnt do that.
The Fireballs Ray created bathed the arena in red.
Hovering in the air, their sheer visual impact was a weapon in itself.
The young man dropped his wand, speechless.
It was likely not just him who was stunned.
Others engaged in their battles also stopped, astonished by the quantity of Rays mana.
I lose, I surrender
With the opponents declaration of surrender, Ray instantly extinguished the Fireballs.
Cancel.
Whoosh
As if waking from a dream, the magic vanished, leaving the audience in awe of him.
His piercing blue eyes beneath snowy white hair struck them profoundly.
No cheers were heard, only a hush that filled the arena.
Ray walked out, his back followed by the eyes of the audience and referees.
After the second round of the magic competition, Rays reputation soared immensely.
Numerous officials and nobles, realizing that a legendary sword and magic user truly existed, tried to approach him.
It wasnt until the Emperor publicly forbade such actions, under the guise of protecting a foreign dignitary, that these advances ceased.
But the Emperors motives werent purely protective.
He, too, was anxious, attempting to establish a connection with Ray, fearing others might snatch him away first.
Hmm. I cant just let things be.
The Emperor summoned Princess Selena.
She entered the hall and bowed respectfully.
You called for me, Your Majesty?
Yes, I did. Theres something important we need to discuss.
Selena tilted her head at his serious tone.
What is your opinion of the saint?
Pardon? What exactly do you mean?
How would you feel about him as a potential husband?
Excuse me?
Selena was startled by the abrupt marriage proposal.
She quickly understood the situation.
Father wants the saint. If its for a political marriage, I have no choice
She had not considered marriage before, but perhaps this was an opportunity to seize.
From her observations, the saint was neither ill-tempered nor lacking in capability.
In fact, his abilities seemed almost otherworldly.
And his appearance? She had mistaken him for an elf at their first encounter, so striking was his beauty.
His status was suitable for the royal family, equal to or surpassing any other suitor.
After a brief contemplation, Selena bowed.
If it is Your Majestys wish, I shall consent to the marriage.
Hmm. Alright. Ill handle this matter; you may go now.
Yes, Your Majesty.
As Selena exited the hall, the Emperor reflected in solitude.
The saint mentioned he has someone in his heart That is the complication.
If he pressured the saint too quickly, he risked driving him from the Empire.
The Emperor needed to navigate the situation with care.
His daughter appeared amenable, but to sway the saints heart might require time.
Nevertheless, the Emperor looked confident.
My daughters beauty is celebrated even beyond our borders. No matter who the saint has taken an interest in, she could not surpass my daughter.
Content with the prospect of securing the saint, the Emperors mood lifted.
Chapter 183: The Main Tournament 3Before the next round of the main competition, Ray had a day to himself. During this time, he researched the wyverns of the Lesian Empire.Having been granted access to the Imperial Library, he casually sat on the floor and began browsing through books.Lets see wyvernsGiven their nests were near the Empires capital, there were quite a few books related to them.Ray skimmed through them, learning about their habits and why they had chosen the Empire as their habitat.The reason was simple. The Lesian Empires warm climate and the large mountain range at its back made it an ideal environment for wyverns to nest.Furthermore, the absence of dragon lairs nearby meant that the wyverns could wreak havoc without worry.As wyverns gathered and built nests, more joined, leading to the current situation.Ray scratched his head.This is going to be tough to deal with.Unless he killed all the wyverns, they wouldnt easily give up such a favorable habitat. Even if he intervened, they would likely start nesting again in a few years.His current efforts would be wasted.Ray pondered a solution.Leveling the mountain range or changing the climate to cold were options.He casually contemplated altering the Empires environment.Given the wyverns high intelligence and their use of magic, traps for monsters or animals wouldnt work on them.Ray closed the book without much concern.There were solutions, but none were easy.In the worst case, he might have to lethally wound all the wyverns.He spent a long time in the library, reading various books.The next day, unlike the first round, a gambling ring was set up in one corner.Who to bet on became a critical discussion among the crowd.Ray passed through and approached the apparent owner of the gambling ring.Ill bet thirty gold coins on myself.Huh?A handsome young man placed a jingling leather pouch on the table, catching the attention of a scarred middle-aged man.After the first round, few people failed to recognize Rays face.His behavior and striking appearance made him memorable.The man asked with amusement,Youre betting on yourself?Yeah. Im going to win anyway.Rays confidence made the owner laugh heartily.Hahaha! What an interesting kid. Fine, Ill bet thirty gold coins on you too.You wont regret it.With that, Ray took out another leather pouch and placed it on the table.One bet on the swordsmanship competition, one on the magic competition. Both are thirty gold coins, count and check.Hahahaha! Are you some kind of sword and magic user? Hahaha!Indeed, he was a sword and magic user.He also possessed useless divine power.Whatever the owner said didnt matter to Ray. He was there to win money in the competition.The gods might sigh at the sight of a saint participating in gambling, but Ray didnt consider this gambling.Considering his victory was a sure thing, how could betting on it be gambling?This was simply earning money through skill.After rationalizing his actions to himself, Ray headed to the martial arts arena.The swordsmanship competition ended anticlimactically.After witnessing Rays skills in the first round, his opponent conceded after a few exchanges.Easily securing his place in the third round, Ray immediately moved to the adjacent stage where the magic competition was taking place.As he arrived, his opponent sneered and commented,So youre the sword and magic user who fought with fists last night? Hahaha.What kind of sword and magic user is that? Even a mage couldnt do that.The Fireballs Ray created bathed the arena in red.Hovering in the air, their sheer visual impact was a weapon in itself.The young man dropped his wand, speechless.It was likely not just him who was stunned.Others engaged in their battles also stopped, astonished by the quantity of Rays mana.I lose, I surrenderWith the opponents declaration of surrender, Ray instantly extinguished the Fireballs.Cancel.WhooshAs if waking from a dream, the magic vanished, leaving the audience in awe of him.His piercing blue eyes beneath snowy white hair struck them profoundly.No cheers were heard, only a hush that filled the arena.Ray walked out, his back followed by the eyes of the audience and referees.After the second round of the magic competition, Rays reputation soared immensely.Numerous officials and nobles, realizing that a legendary sword and magic user truly existed, tried to approach him.It wasnt until the Emperor publicly forbade such actions, under the guise of protecting a foreign dignitary, that these advances ceased.But the Emperors motives werent purely protective.He, too, was anxious, attempting to establish a connection with Ray, fearing others might snatch him away first.Hmm. I cant just let things be.The Emperor summoned Princess Selena.She entered the hall and bowed respectfully.You called for me, Your Majesty?Yes, I did. Theres something important we need to discuss.Selena tilted her head at his serious tone.What is your opinion of the saint?Pardon? What exactly do you mean?How would you feel about him as a potential husband?Excuse me?Selena was startled by the abrupt marriage proposal.She quickly understood the situation.Father wants the saint. If its for a political marriage, I have no choiceShe had not considered marriage before, but perhaps this was an opportunity to seize.From her observations, the saint was neither ill-tempered nor lacking in capability.In fact, his abilities seemed almost otherworldly.And his appearance? She had mistaken him for an elf at their first encounter, so striking was his beauty.His status was suitable for the royal family, equal to or surpassing any other suitor.After a brief contemplation, Selena bowed.If it is Your Majestys wish, I shall consent to the marriage.Hmm. Alright. Ill handle this matter; you may go now.Yes, Your Majesty.As Selena exited the hall, the Emperor reflected in solitude.The saint mentioned he has someone in his heart That is the complication.If he pressured the saint too quickly, he risked driving him from the Empire.The Emperor needed to navigate the situation with care.His daughter appeared amenable, but to sway the saints heart might require time.Nevertheless, the Emperor looked confident.My daughters beauty is celebrated even beyond our borders. No matter who the saint has taken an interest in, she could not surpass my daughter.Content with the prospect of securing the saint, the Emperors mood lifted.
