I Created Scientific Magic

"We can't go on like this!"

In the midst of everyone's disagreements and discussions, Earl Heerde slammed the table and stood up, looking at those present and speaking angrily. "I think it's necessary to take some measures to stop these Wizards from acting recklessly within the kingdom!"

However, Heerde's impassioned speech failed to win applause; instead, it garnered mockery.

"Measures? What do you plan to do, Earl Heerde?" Viscount Ske mocked mercilessly. "Gather your guards and Knights to seek justice in Fire Oil City?"

By now, these Wizards were in their heyday, having consecutively defeated the church's crusading army, and fought their way deep into the empire's territory!

Even if they were reluctant to believe it, they had to face the fact that the strength of these nobles alone was simply not enough to shake the rule of the Wizards, let alone defeat the kingdom's guards!

The end of Duke Rickman was the best proof of this.

Three thousand musketeers, working with those so-called skyships, had routed tens of thousands of the kingdom's elite troops. In Ske's view, confronting the Wizards head-on was certainly not a wise choice!

Amid Ske's mocking tone, Heerde's face turned bright red, and he spoke out in great annoyance. "Are we supposed to just sit back and watch these demon's minions gradually encroach and turn the entire kingdom into their personal property?"

"Don't forget what reasons those Wizards used to punish the eastern nobles..."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of those present subtly changed.

Indeed, the eastern lords of the kingdom had made a grave mistake by aligning with the empire and the church under unclear circumstances, but that still didn't justify the Wizards conducting secret trials and sentencing!

Moreover, many of the accusations they made were nothing short of shocking!

Since when had killing a few errant serfs become a crime?

And the so-called harsh taxes were an absolute joke!

According to the laws of the empire, all serfs belonged to their lords, who decided how much grain they paid and what punishments they received. Unless it involved religious issues, neither the king nor the local church had any right to intervene!

By that measure, wouldn't he himself also be subject to trial?

Thinking this, a chill ran through the hearts of the nobles in the secret chamber.

Heerde then turned to Viscount Ske, pulling no punches as he unearthed his counterpart's sore points. "Don't think I don't know, Ske, that your chief Knight broke his oath and joined those Wizards just the other day, right?"

The latter's face immediately soured.

A week ago, his chief Knight had suddenly vanished. Ske had people search for days before they finally discovered that the man had secretly run off to the capital's workshops to make glass for the Wizards!

This had nearly killed him with rage!

A Knight with a title, engaging in the demeaning work only suited for the poor—this was a disgrace to his noble status!

Only after inquiring did he learn that the wages in the workshop were double what he paid, including meals and accommodation...

Irritated, Ske had immediately wanted to bring his chief Knight back to avoid further embarrassment, and was prepared to severely punish him for tarnishing the noble status.

However, the Wizard managing the workshop arrogantly refused his reasonable request, since his chief Knight was extremely talented. Although he had been there only a week, he was the best glassmaker in the workshop and had already become the manager in charge of training newcomers.

Remembering the arrogant and disdainful look of the Wizard, a surge of infinite anger and humiliation filled Ske's heart.

Merely a Wizard, who used to hide in city corners like a rat dependent on their nobility's breath for survival, had now climbed above them and lorded over them...

Unrelenting, Heerde, after opening Ske's wound, turned his gaze toward the other nobles present, harshly poking at each of their sore points.

Although the Wizards' influence hadn't expanded to their territories yet, the resulting impacts were already genuinely threatening each of their interests.

Not to mention, the frequency of riots by miners and the poor had increased several times, and some lands even experienced massive serf escapes.

That was precisely why they had gathered today, to discuss the future of the nobility and the kingdom!

"I have a plan that might work!" Just as the crowd became agitated, Marquis Mortan suddenly spoke, drawing everyone's attention, and then declared confidently.

"In a direct fight, we may not be evenly matched against the Wizards, but don't forget that we still hold something that could affect the entire kingdom's survival."

The nobles in the secret chamber paused for a moment, even Earl Heerde was quite surprised.

Fortunately, Marquis Mortan didn't leave them in suspense, bluntly revealing his thoughts.

"Food!"

"You mean..." Earl Heerde's eyes lit up, as he already faintly understood the Marquis's intention.

"The eastern regions of the kingdom have just suffered from the war, and restoring production is not an easy task. I don't know if you've noticed, but those Wizards are buying up food in large quantities!" Marquis Mortan said with a cold laugh.