Transcendent Dawn

ꨡ[6Ba~oAr6: Chapter 0786 Development (1200 Added, Requests for Monthly Tickets) Chapter 786: Chapter 0786 Development (1200 Added, Requests for Monthly Tickets) The Duke of Marcus.

This is the territory of the Northern Duke, the Grand Duke Marcus.

Inside Grayfish Fort.

The gloomy atmosphere was continuously spreading like a low pressure system.

The Grand Duke Marcus, who ruled the dukedom, was gravely injured by a wild boar during a recent hunting trip and was now at death’s door.

This rendered his vassals extremely anxious, with his power-hungry sons who are eligible for his title aggressively maneuvering in secret.

Despite being in the age of the Empire, advancements in various sciences, especially medicine, were far from perfect.

Many doctors were merely familiar with basic herbology and relied on a few inherited recipes for treatments, leaving them helpless against many diseases.

Useless physicians knowledgeable only in bloodletting were rampant.

The Duke’s condition was indeed critical, teetering on the brink of death.

After all, not everyone could become a powerful superstring warrior, and even if one became such a warrior, it could only enhance oneself and not save others.

…

Night.

In the sickroom.

The old duke woke up, shaking the bell by his bed.

Seemingly, the maid outside had fallen asleep and did not respond.

“Damn it…

someone…

come…”

As Marcus strained to shout, his voice was as feeble as the buzzing of a mosquito.

Only those at death’s door could truly understand this sort of helplessness and desperation, as if falling into an abyss.

“The Lion King has gotten old…

everyone is gearing up to pay tribute to a new alpha…”

Marcus muttered under his breath, his mind teeming with immense unease.

He felt as though he had been forgotten by the world, discarded like a piece of trash in a corner.

“No…

you cannot do this…

I am still a duke…”

He whispered to himself, as tears started to stream down his face.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a slight breeze blew in.

‘They even forgot to close the window…

what negligence…

If I could still move, I would hang them all…

I swear!’

Marcus mustered strength to turn his head and then froze.

A figure in a black cloak stood by his bed, the cloak seemingly alive with writhing darkness, along with two rays of light shining on him.

“A servant of Death?

Is it my time now?”

He said in a somber tone.

“No, Duke, I am alive, and you have not yet died…

though, you are close.”

The cloaked figure spoke, her voice low but young and sweet, a woman.

“An assassin?!”

Marcus was even more astounded, “How…

did you…

get in?”

“Allow me to introduce myself, I am Ilya, a magician!

Oh, you may not understand what the term ‘magic’ implies, I can explain: we are a group of people who harness the power of the mysterious!”

Ilya lightly laughed, she gave a slight bow in response.

“You…

are the…

mysterious person…

wanted by the…

Empire!”

Marcus tried hard to roll his eyeballs, recalling.

“Yes, Duke!

Would you like to make a deal?”

Ilya waved her hand, and a green light fell down: “Healing minor injuries, it cannot fully cure you, but it can ease your pain a bit!”

The next moment, a miracle happened!

Marcus felt the torturous pain subside in an instant, his mind cleared up a lot, and his throat no longer felt like it was constantly ablaze, allowing him to speak freely: “What a marvelous power…

you are not superstring warriors!”

“Superstring warriors cannot save you!”

Ilya said: “But my healing magic…

can cure your injuries with no problem, magic can do everything, in the future, it may even extend your lifespan…

Now, tell me your answer!”

“I…

have no choice!”

Marcus replied with a wry smile.

The Empire currently had neither divine gods nor devils or demons, only some nature worship.

Even if he wanted to sell his soul, there were no demons to buy it.

No!

Perhaps in his eyes at this moment, this woman in a black cloak, self-proclaimed as a ‘magician’, was the incarnation of devils and demons, the embodiment of evil!

But his Yearning for life and his greed for power made him reluctant to die.

He had no choice but to agree: “I…

agree with you!”

“Very well, I will heal you…

and in return, you will shelter magicians and build me a Mage Tower!”

Ilya nodded in satisfaction.

Immediately, her finger traced an outline in the air, and a series of symbols appeared, forming a contract: “Sign it…

this is reinforced with the power of magic, no one can defy it!

Stretch out your hand, with your will…”

Under her guidance, Duke Marcus trembled as he stretched out his right hand, pressing his thumb hard into the light: “I accept!”

Pop!

A seal emerged out of thin air.

Immediately, the contract burned and turned into light, seeping into his body.

“The deal is done, so…”

Ilya lifted her magic wand, a tender green sprout slowly withering: “Heal serious injuries, dispel disease!

Witness the miracle…

Duke!”

A vibrant green light filled the room instantly.

After a while, the black-clothed magician disappeared.

Duke Marcus looked at his smooth chest that bore no scars, his face full of disbelief.

He then stood up, swung his arms and legs around, and found himself in a better state than before the injury.

He took a deep breath, greedily touching his body.

He put on his robe, and opened the door.

“Duke…

Ah?”

The guarding servants and maid looked at the healthy Duke as if they had turned into statues, freezing in place.

“Let’s go!”

Marcus chuckled coldly.

His long-held majesty as a Duke returned: “Bring the Guard Commander here, I want to meet…

my lovely sons!”

…

“Another one done!”

Outside Grayfish Fort, Ilya said to Phil and Tacro with a smile: “The Duke of Marcus land is one of the wealthiest places in the north, there will not be any problem in building a Mage Tower.”

“I don’t understand!”

Tacro touched his magic wand: “Why not let me do it…

a ‘manipulate human’, it’s easy to deal with ordinary people.”

“Absolutely not!”

Ilya shook her head: “That type of magic is too rigid and could be detected.

By that time, we would face an imperial and aristocratic siege!”

“Unlike now, we are just collaborators who can bring unimaginable benefits to each other…

Haha…

I know the temper of the nobles.

For power, for profit, they can do everything, violating the laws of the empire doesn’t count!”

“So the next step…

is to establish the Mage Tower?” Phil paused for a moment before asking.

“Indeed!”

Ilya nodded: “Now, each of us has the power to kill a hero, but we probably cannot defeat ‘legendary’ figures, unless we are within the range of the Mage Tower, where the three of us can join forces.

This way, we don’t have to fear them…

Then we can establish an academy and recruit apprentices of magic!”