Another World: The Failed Magician

Northrayton, the capital of the Silver Dragon Empire, was bustling with activity at this moment.

The neat streets were now lined with people.

As the city gates of Northreton slowly opened, a group of about 100 people slowly walked into the city.

The procession was flanked by knights riding silver-white horses and clad in full silver armor. The lead knight held a huge banner with a silver dragon painted on it.

The people lining the streets erupted in enthusiastic cheers upon seeing the procession.

This team is the Radiant Knights, one of the most powerful forces in the Silver Dragon Empire.

The entire knightly order has only about 1000 members, but even the weakest knight must have the strength of a high-level knight.

The Radiant Knights enjoy immense popularity throughout the Silver Dragon Empire.

Whenever a major crisis breaks out in the Silver Dragon Empire, such as a rebellion or an attack by magical beasts, this knightly order will be at the forefront.

Furthermore, each knight in the Radiant Knights is provided with at least a high-grade suit of armor and a horse with a thin layer of dragon blood.

Becoming a member of the Radiant Knights is something most children in the Silver Dragon Empire dream of.

A knight appeared in the very center of the group. Unlike the others' pure silver armor, his armor was jet black, making him stand out in the group.

However, when he appeared, the cheers from the crowd grew even louder. Many of the young girls in the crowd, in particular, seemed unusually excited upon seeing him.

Only three captains in the entire Radiant Knights are allowed to wear armor of different colors, and this one is the youngest of the three captains, Goodtrill.

At only 23 years old, he had already reached the level of Martial King, and in one mission, he even defeated two Martial King-level magical beasts by himself.

In addition, as the eldest son of the Goode family, he also possesses a handsome face, making him the perfect marriage prospect in the hearts of many young women in the Silver Dragon Empire.

And so, amidst the cheers of the crowd, Goodtrel and the Radiant Knights headed toward the heart of Northrayton.

In the heart of Northrayton stands the tallest building, known as the St. Silver Throne.

It is the center of power in the Silver Dragon Empire and one of its symbols. It is also the legendary slumbering place of the Silver Dragon race.

The rest of the Radiant Knights stopped 200 meters away from the building.

Goodtrill leaped off his silver-white horse and handed the sword at his waist to his second-in-command.

He walked up the silver-white steps toward the Holy Silver Throne.

Upon seeing him, the guards all saluted to express their respect.

Goodtrill walked unimpeded to a massive, silver-white gate that was a full ten meters tall. As soon as he stopped, a majestic voice came from behind the gate: "Come in!"

With a heavy thud, the gates slowly opened, revealing a silver-white palace. At the center of the palace sat a silver-white throne.

Seated on the throne was an old man, who was none other than the current king of the Silver Dragon Empire, Weston Polier.

A legendary king, with his martial king cultivation and the aid of dragon blood, has broken through the lifespan limit of 300 years for ordinary human martial kings.

He has ruled the Silver Dragon Empire for 500 years and still sits securely on the throne, with no one able to shake his rule.

Goodtrill placed his left hand on his chest, let his right hand hang down, and knelt on one knee: "Grandmaster of the Radiant Knights, Goodtrill greets His Majesty the King."

"How is the encirclement and suppression of Tianfa progressing?"

"Your Majesty, upon receiving your orders, we mobilized over a hundred knights and immediately went to East Verriel, destroyed the Skyfire's stronghold, annihilated a total of 86 of their members, and captured Firefly, the last of the Skyfire's twelve seats."

"Oh! Where is that firefly now?"

"They have been imprisoned at the Radiant Knights' encampment outside the city."

"You did a great job on this operation. Handing the people over to the Silver Dragon Guards makes this mission a complete success. I'm very satisfied. Now, let's talk about what reward you'd like!"

"Your Majesty, you flatter us. This success is thanks to the entire Radiant Knights."

"Alright! Then I'll give each member of your Radiant Knights 100 gold coins, and each captain 500 gold coins. In addition, each person can go to the Silver Dragon Temple for further training once."

"On behalf of everyone in the Radiant Knights, I thank Your Majesty."

"If there's nothing else, you may leave."

After hesitating for a moment, Goodtrill did not choose to leave as he usually did after completing a mission.

"Oh. Judging from your expression, is there something else?"

"Your Majesty, I have heard that a demonic seed has been reborn in the Eastern Dragon Empire. I wonder if this is true or not."

"Where did you hear about this?"

Goodtrill stood silently in place, without replying.

"It seems you're not too willing to talk about it!"

As the words fell, a terrifying pressure swept over Goodttier's entire body. Even as a Martial King, he was somewhat unable to breathe under this pressure.

“Goodtel, you are indeed a rare genius, but that is no reason for you to be so presumptuous in front of me.”

"The fireflies told me."

"You can go now. Remember to go back and hand Firefly over to the Silver Dragon Guard. We need to get important information from her."

"Yes!"

Shortly after Goodtrill left, a richly dressed old man entered.

The old man's name was Wibnir, the chief administrator of the Silver Dragon Empire, and the person with the highest power besides the king and the silver dragons.

After bowing, Wibnir asked, "Your Majesty, what brings me here?"

An angry voice came from beneath the throne: "Weibnir! How dare you ask me? You were the one who said you wanted to make the Radiant Knights heroes of the Silver Dragon Empire. I only agreed after your persistent pestering. But today, a commander of the Radiant Knights dares to question me. I want to ask you, as his superior, don't you have anything to say?"

Wibnir replied humbly, "Your Majesty, this matter is indeed my fault, but it also shows that with the continuous development of the Loca Federation, many things are no longer something we can suppress. No matter how hard we try to block it, there are no secrets in the world, Your Majesty."

"Oh? From what you're saying, you knew all along what Goodtrill wanted to ask me?"

“Because Goodtrill asked me the same question, but I didn’t answer him. So I could have predicted that he would come to talk back to Your Majesty today.”

"Wibnir! You predicted this, yet you did nothing. Do you not want your position as CEO anymore?"

"Your Majesty, the matter of the Demon Seed has already spread in private, not only within the Knights of Radiance, but many people now have doubts about it. I am powerless to do anything about it."

"Therefore, I would like to advise Your Majesty to take this opportunity to make some changes to the Silver Dragon Empire's system."

"Wibnir, what do you mean by that?"

"Since the founding of the Loca Federation, their ideology has been influencing the entire continent. Now, even within our Silver Dragon Empire, many people are beginning to feel dissatisfied with the rule of the Silver Dragon race."

“They dare! A bunch of lowly commoners, yet they dare to disrespect the Silver Dragon! Webnir, immediately convey my decree: from this day forward, anyone who dares to express disrespect to the Silver Dragon shall be killed.”

"Your Majesty, I cannot do it."

"It seems you're just like that Goodtrill! Relying on your talent, you dare to act recklessly in front of me. Now you even dare to disobey my orders. I think you've been influenced by those lowly people from the Loca Federation!"

"No! Your Majesty, my will remains the same as before. Since the three great empires joined forces but failed to destroy the Loca Federation back then, we must also make concessions. The Silver Dragon Empire's system is too outdated, and we must admit that the Loca Federation's system is indeed superior."

"Old-fashioned! What do you mean by that? Are you questioning my rule, or the choices of the Silver Dragon Clan? Or are you saying that the noble dragon blood flowing in our veins is inferior to those lowly commoners of the Loca Federation?"

"Your Majesty, that's not what I meant. After all, things are different now than before, and if we don't change, we'll be the ones who suffer."

"Get out! Pack your things and get out of the Holy Silver Throne right now. If you can't carry out my orders, plenty of others can. From this day forward, you are no longer the Chief Administrator. You are never to set foot in the Holy Silver Throne again in your lifetime."

"Yes."

With a weak and feeble reply, the old man, his back slightly hunched, left the magnificent palace and the place he had dedicated his entire life to.

As soon as Wibnir came out, he saw Goodtrill waiting for him outside.

Upon seeing Wibnir, Goodtrill hurriedly approached and asked, "Chief Administrator!"

"Commander, I know you have a lot of questions for me, but this is really not a good place to talk."

"That?"

"Late tonight, Brunick Street, West Alley, in the slums, the third house from the top. If possible, please bring two bottles of Dragon Tongue."

……

Late at night, the streets of the slums are filled with people in tattered clothes, lying on both sides of the street and next to dilapidated houses.

A figure flashed past quickly, and no one noticed him.

Dressed in night clothes, Goodtrill followed the old man's instructions and found a dilapidated cabin.

He knocked gently on the door of the wooden house, afraid that if he used even a little force, he would break the dilapidated wooden door.

"The door's unlocked, come in yourself," came the aged voice of Webnir.

Locking the door won't help, will it?

Goodtler pushed open the door and went in, and immediately saw Wibnir sitting at the wooden table.

The old man had changed out of his usual fancy clothes and was now wearing a coarse cloth long gown.

Goodtler took out two bottles of wine with rather simple packaging and placed them on the table.

He searched quite a bit for this Fire Dragon Tongue, since it's difficult to make and many people don't like the taste. It had long been obsolete, and he had to ask many people before he finally found out that a small tavern sold it.

But the tavern was located in the suburbs, which caused Goodetriel to search for a long time before finally finding it.

"I never expected you could find this."

"It took me quite a while to figure it out."

The old man put one of the bottles away, glanced at Goodtel, and asked, "Would you like some?"

"Your Excellency Chief Administrator, you seem to have forgotten that the Knights are forbidden from drinking alcohol."

"Okay, it's good that you don't drink. I was worried I wouldn't have enough. Also, please stop calling me Chief Executive Officer. I'm just a normal citizen now."

"How could this be? I haven't heard anything from them at all."

"It's alright, you should know by tomorrow morning. And if you have any questions, ask them now, don't disturb this old man while I'm drinking." With that, Buvinil grabbed the entire bottle of Fire Dragon Tongue and chugged it down his throat.

"Cough cough cough! That's the taste. Still as strong as before."

"Is it better for you to avoid drinking this kind of alcohol given your health condition?"

"Hmph! What do you know, you 23-year-old brat?"

"In the Silver Dragon Empire, 16 is considered an adult. So I'm not a little kid anymore."

"Oh. What does that have to do with me? To me, you're just a little kid."

“Mr. Buvenil, you should remember that you promised me that as long as I asked the King about the Demon Seed, you would tell me the answer no matter what the result was. Do you remember that?”

"Don't worry, I wouldn't lie to a little kid like you."

"It is true that a demonic seed has appeared in the Eastern Dragon Empire. Moreover, that demonic seed is different from the previous ones. It is the most special and terrifying demonic seed left behind by the Demon God."

"It is no longer limited to the use of only the royal bloodline of the demon race. No matter what race you are, you can use it. Its function is also very simple: it can absorb the life force of living beings and convert it into its own power, thereby making the person it parasitizes stronger."

"How is this possible? How can such a thing exist? This is unlike any demon seed I've ever heard of before."

"It's normal that you haven't heard of it. After the hero and his companions defeated the Demon King, they also discovered that this demon seed was different. They didn't reveal this information, but secretly sealed it in some unknown place."

"I only found a description of it in an ancient book after it actually appeared in the Eastern Dragon Empire."

"So what do we do now? We have to eliminate that demonic seed before it grows up."

"Yes! That's right. If my prediction is correct, someone should be preparing to do this now. But it has nothing to do with us."

"Why do I say that! If this demonic seed is allowed to grow, the consequences will be unimaginable, and this is not just a matter for the Eastern Dragon Empire."

"Since you're so smart, why don't you guess why this matter didn't cause a ripple in the Silver Dragon Empire?"

Upon hearing this, an idea popped into Goodtrill's mind.

"Now that you've figured it out, get out of here." The old man rudely chased Goodtel away.