Chapter 1058 - 518: Exercising Authority

Chapter 1058: Chapter 518: Exercising Authority

First of all, it must be mentioned that Ernest often referred to the term "Lamania."

This is the name of an ancient kingdom located in the Ignis Sky Realm, encompassing what is now the City of Crafts and the islands near the Makena Island Country. It was once one of the most advanced nations in this aerial realm.

Lamania is said to have had numerous connections with the former Speriel Empire. This kingdom inherited the knowledge and culture of Speriel, as well as their exquisite craftsmanship in production, so high-tier artisans and artists were frequent, and due to its presence in a peaceful region, Lamania’s adventurers and military were not very developed.

In some of Ernest’s journals from his middle and older years, a "band of barbarians" was mentioned as being active in the southwest region of the Ignis Sky Realm, seeming to grow increasingly powerful.

The leaders of several countries, led by Lamania, had discussed whether to be wary of this seemingly combat-proficient group, but most eventually deemed them insignificant, thinking that the barbarians could not produce flying airships strong enough to cross the sea of clouds to other countries.

As for their claim to be heirs of Speriel? What a joke, which country here isn’t an heir in some way?

However, some alchemists began to head toward the southwest region, and this was noteworthy.

"Isn’t this group of barbarians the precursor of the ’Holy Speriel Empire’?"

Elaphia sighed, "In history, similar things have played out countless times. Failing to acknowledge the rise of new powers leads to an unstoppable blaze once they catch fire."

"Lamania and the other surrounding countries should have all been wiped out by the Kekrus brothers," Li Ang said.

"Records of these countries are scarce," said a female member of the Cloudwalkers Guild.

"In the past, Nebis lacked guild connections, so each country was relatively closed off, and historical records were self-contained, easily lost when reduced to ashes."

Considering that the former Holy Speriel Empire was established by a rising band of barbarians, it is very plausible that they burned all historic accounts of the countries they conquered.

Only Ernest, by leaving behind numerous legendary treasures, has his name retained for thousands of years. Without him, Lamania’s fame might be even less.

"So, any new discoveries?"

As another day was about to end, A Xiang and others returned from exploration to routinely inquire about the situation.

Li Ang and his companions shared the information they had just gathered. These days, Ernest’s past was like some serialized novel, capturing adventurers’ attention, while Lily listened intently upon mentions of the Holy Speriel Empire, ceasing to speak.

"What about the unrecorded divine artisan duel, what’s next?"

A Xiang continued to inquire as he helped flip through the pages.

Although others’ recognition skills were weaker, having more hands brought much higher efficiency.

By around dinnertime, the subsequent story had finally been pieced together.

The duel of the divine artisans attracted attention from all over Lamania and even surrounding nations. The sky port on the island where it happened was already packed, and those who couldn’t land or make it there waited for the daily newspapers to bring news of the results.

The legendary equipment was unveiled, Ernest was victorious, that was the final outcome.

"I thought he lost, why wasn’t this news recorded?" a member of the Cloudwalkers Guild said.

"Actually, he did lose, the key lies in the underlying circumstances."

Li Ang handed over several sheets of paper.

"Let me see... ’Walking in the alley, Valen was indignant, believing it was the unjust judgment of several grand artisans from past grudges against me, but I told him, there was indeed injustice, but not against me. It was that the result had to be determined as my victory. Ha, this is the inescapable mortal law constrained by various factors.’"

A Xiang continued to turn the pages.

When Ernest wrote these words, he was unable to decipher a process of energy conduction and lamented the powerlessness of mortals.

He was walking in the alleys with his grandson after the contest, knowing in his heart that he had lost this time. Having seen so many things, he was calm about wins and losses.

Those around him complained, but stakeholders, the upper craftsmen of the entire Lamania, could not accept this result.

They couldn’t accept that Ernest could lose to others, nor could they publicize this result.

The whole country had too many workshops that used his name as a credit guarantee, with many products branded as "Supervised by Ernest." If Ernest’s loss were made known to the public, this established chain of interests would collapse.

Ernest didn’t care about this, but with the change of past order, many innocents would lose their jobs, even find themselves in more troublesome situations, so he tacitly allowed these people to continue promoting it this way.

These words rendered Ernest’s grandson Valen silent; with his intelligence, he could grasp this point, he just needed time to accept it.

Of course, all this still had to have the challenger’s consent.

Yet the other agreed nonchalantly, without speaking, only nodding casually. What he cared about was the entire competition process, or rather, a trial would be more fitting.

Ernest didn’t voice this thought. Though he realized the other’s extraordinary nature and accepted his own defeat wholeheartedly, neither colleagues, friends nor family could emotionally accept his concession.