Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

Sorry for not posting the past few days.. my midterm has almost ended as today is a holiday, so i prepared some chapters in advance until i come back to the normal 2-3 chapters daily.

Next week, i'll try to post all the bonuses and the golden ticket bonuses together .. so for now, enjoy the chapters * ^

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"Lord Envoy, that was marvelous!"

"Much stronger than that useless old thing."

In a small country not far from Ilinor.

A tall, handsome man with blond hair came out of the queen's chamber, looking very pleased.

Following him were two women who looked similar to each other.

"Is Lord Envoy leaving already? Can't you stay a few more days with us?"

"Yeah please~ don't go, we, we want more of your manly seed."

The mother and daughter, one on each side, clung to the blond man, cooing and attempting to persuade him to stay.

The Envoy laughed heartily and squeezed their butt and breasts a few times more before shaking his head and said politely, "I can't, I have to leave tonight. There's an important mission waiting for me in Ilinor for the empire."

Hearing there was an important mission, the small country's queen and her daughter dared not persist further. However, they were still reluctant and tentatively asked again:

"Then, Lord Envoy, about our noble status in the empire, when can it be approved?"

"That, well, I've already reported it. As you know, although my uncle is the minister of energy, the empire's laws are strict, and its system is rigorous, especially regarding the issue of status. I've already asked someone to work on it, just give it a little more time, darling."

"Mhm~, Lord Envoy is the best."

Hearing the Envoy's assurance, the mother and daughter smiled joyfully, as if their queen and princess status were insignificant before the empire's nobility.

In fact, it was indeed the case.

The royalty of a small country might not even compare to a rural gentry of the empire, let alone the empire's nobility.

Their servitude to the Envoy was also aimed at the resources he controlled, having such a significant relation in the empire, holding considerable power in the Department of Energy.

"Alright, if I stay any longer, your king might become unhappy."

"Him? Hmph, how dare such a useless thing confront Lord Envoy. If it weren't for my lord liking this kind of things, we would have gotten rid of that old useless thing long ago."

The words of the queen and her daughter seemed to amuse the Envoy.

The blond man laughed heartily, approvingly pinched the two women's nipples again, and then left the bedroom under their longing gazes.

Outside the door, the envoy's butler had been waiting for a while and handed over some high-quality incense used to remove odors.

The blond man skillfully took it and sprayed it on himself.

For Kasm, this was something he had done countless times.

After all, he was a man with a strong sense of cleanliness. It was fine to play with women of lower status, but he couldn't stand their scent on him.

Taking advantage of this moment, the butler asked again:

"Lord Kasm, do you need us to process empire credentials for them?"

The butler had heard the promises made by the envoy to the queen and her daughter outside the door, which is why he asked.

The question made the blond man turn around and give the butler a look as if to say, "Are you joking?"

'''As if saying, I have favored them, do I still need to take responsibility for them?

Seeing this, the butler didn't ask further, understandingly nodding his head.

For Kasm, processing imperial identities was actually just a matter of saying a word, a half-day's work.

Many foreigners also think that having an imperial identity means they truly become imperial citizens, enjoying all the glory and wealth of the empire.

But in reality, only those who are truly imperial citizens know that the emperor's philosophy is the survival of the fittest, and one's own strength is everything in the empire.

Those weaklings who are desperate to get in will only face a more brutal and miserable fate in the empire.

So in a sense, the Envoy was indeed being kind to the queen and her daughter.

And for him to survive in the fiercely competitive empire, he must firmly grasp the opportunity to serve his master.

Thinking of this, the butler asked again:

"Lord Kasm, are we really setting off like this, without bringing more guards?"

For this trip to Ilinor, besides his trusted butler and a few attendants for menial tasks, the envoy only brought four or five symbolic guards, without any other combat strength.

Therefore, the butler expressed his concerns.

He quickly added: "With Lord Kasm's capabilities, especially as an envoy, you could request the protection of 'Hunters' from the empire. If you dislike Hunters, summoning a few magicians to accompany us should also be no problem. Otherwise, we should"

The butler was interrupted before he could finish.

"Relax, we're just going to Ilinor, an utterly ordinary small country, not some ancient battlefield. With their level of magic, haha, it'd be good if they could trim my nails."

"If we really brought a 'Hunter' like you suggested, I reckon the folks in Ilinor would be scared silly, unable to speak properly. I don't want to frighten them. After all, we're there for friendly exchanges, aren't we?

Tsk, you know, I'm actually quite looking forward to seeing that red haired Princess of Ilinor again."

Desire appeared on the blond man's face. People are like that, indifferent towards things easily obtained, but more excited about those that resist and are hard to get.

"Summoning guards would take too much time. Better we go lightly equipped, the faster to Ilinor the better. If something unexpected happens, I have my own contingency plans. Don't worry."

Kasm reassured his butler.

He was indeed not lying.

As the butler went to prepare the vehicle, the blond man's wrist turned, revealing an item emitting a faint blue glow, gradually coming into view.

As the light faded, it was revealed to be a book.

More precisely, an atlas.

The envoy flipped through the atlas, most of which was blank, with only a few magical creatures listed, especially under the "Undead Race" category, ranging from undead skeleton to undead mages to undead warriors.

If the members of the Five Flowers Alliance were here, they would recognize that the various entries recorded in the atlas were the same ones the envoy had given them, enabling them to successfully summon the undead race, which was supposed to be lost, only existing in ancient times.

This was a relic of salvation or the old name in the game [Saving Relic].

Its function was that whenever the user encountered a new magical creature, race, or item, even if only partial fossils or remains, it could fully analyze, reverse-engineer, and include them, presenting detailed information about them in this booklet.

And the user, through this atlas capable of analyzing everything, can successfully reproduce extinct powerful or precious entities!

Kasm showed a greedy and longing look towards this booklet.

This relic of salvation did not belong to him.

Even though he was an envoy and had considerable connections in the empire, he still was far from the level of owning a "relic of salvation."

The booklet was actually given to him by one of the five "Great Sages."

He was merely granted the ability to "temporarily borrow" the power of this relic of salvation.

As for the purpose,

Kasm recalled the night the Great Sage mysteriously approached him, assigning him the task.

"Take this relic to Ilinor."

"There will be someone I've arranged to meet you there."

"When the time comes, this relic will record another powerful race. Afterwards, until I come to retrieve it, you can continue using this relic as, well, consider it a reward for you."