Crown of Chaos

In the library lobby, a crisp explosion broke the usual silence.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

The wine mixed with blood dripped on the ground. Sharp, the Purple Dragon Knight, covered his head and roared like a wild beast.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

The big man only felt the pain in his head like a burning fire. He covered his forehead hard and subconsciously wiped it on his head. Everything in his eyes was bright red.

Blood, so much blood!

Sharp's mind was in confusion, and then even greater anger rose from his chest.

He never expected that Aaron would actually dare to take action, dare to take action here in the royal library.

Doesn't he know that this is a slap in the face of the royal family?

The Purple Dragon Knight did not make up for the fact that Aaron would attack him in his original plan. What he thought was that if Aaron refused to quarrel with him, it would confirm the fact that he was a coward. In the future, Sharp would face Aaron. Lun naturally had an absolute advantage, and he had the capital to laugh at him all his life.

It would have been better if Aaron had argued with him in anger, he had a partner and he had confidence in his own skills.

But Sharp didn't expect that Aaron would actually dare to take action here.

OK! Very good!

You actually took the initiative to hurt someone, so it’s reasonable for me to accidentally kill you in legitimate self-defense, right?

Sharp's body rushed forward, he stretched out his arms to push Aaron away, pushed the hurtful guy to the corner of the lobby, and punched Aaron in the chest.

There was a strong pain in my fist.

Is this kid so afraid of death? He must have been wearing a breastplate underneath his clothes!

In anger, Sharp punched Aaron again in the face.

Damn it, why is this kid's face so hard?

After two punches in a row, several followers around Sharp finally realized. Not only did they not join in the big man's hesitation, but in panic, they reached out and grabbed his arm. One short man even hugged his arm. leg!

Sharp, are you okay?

Brother, what are you doing? Wake up!

Oh, please, Taimora, please don't do this.

Sharp became even more angry. You losers, you are here to help, why are you still stopping me?

Let go, Barty, Sodolin, let me go, I'm going to blow this kid's head off today! Sharp struggled hard. He shook off his entourage's hand and glared at Ya, who was leaning on the bookshelf and seemed to have fallen into a sluggish state. Aaron, seeing that he still seemed to have the same expression on his face that wanted to be beaten, his uncontrollable anger made him spit on Aaron's face with a mouthful of saliva in his mouth.

You are crazy! Sharp! You madman, you will kill everyone!

The short man holding Sharp's thigh screamed: What on earth are you doing? Do you want your life?

Please, Sharp, use your eyes to see clearly, what are you doing?

Sharp was annoyed by the shouts of the entourage. He rubbed his eyes vigorously and let the picture re-form in front of him.

He stood frozen in place as the light entered his eyes and reflected back to his brain.

Standing next to the bookshelf is Aaron Salian.

It was a sculpture that had been carved a few days ago and was ready to be moved to the royal library. It was obvious that the owner of the sculpture was the former King Assan IV who had just died in battle.

The condition of the sculpture was obviously not very good. There was a small mark on the chest. The nose on the king's beloved face was gone, leaving only a bare vacancy. Sharp's spit was flowing down the king's mouth. It's obscene, and a mark can be clearly seen on the chin.

Sharp's saliva mark.

Me, what have I done?

Things happened so fast that everyone in the lobby had not yet reacted, especially the battle mage sitting at the door of the lobby.

After more than a dozen people stood there stunned for a minute, someone finally responded first.

Two heavily armed guards approached quickly.

Queen's Blade, sir. The muscles on the leader's face kept beating: You are really brave, sir, you are really brave.

More guards came, and they couldn't help but swallow deeply when they saw the statue of the former king with his nose and chin blown off and saliva marks on his chin.

After being surprised, everyone was filled with uncontrollable anger!

This is a great king! The era when he ruled the kingdom was Cormyr's best golden age!

As the northern leader of the country, he personally repelled the Tukan invasion. In order to defend the kingdom, he died together with the ancient red dragon in the goblin war!

He protected this country with his own life, and he is the hero in the hearts of Cormyrs!

The crowd was excited, and amidst the abuse, Sharp, who realized that he had made a big mistake, turned pale, was handcuffed by the Queen's Blade, and was taken out of the royal library.

Aaron always stood at the entrance to the second floor, watching everything that happened with indifferent eyes.

To be honest, Aaron doesn't want to get involved in this kind of conflict at the moment.

As mentioned before, his current strength is very weak, and his apprentice-level strength can at best solve minor troubles near farmhouses or villages. His plan is to upgrade to elite-level strength in Susar first, no matter what.

It's just that everyone is provoking him in his face. If he is a coward, how can he be worthy of the title of Son of Chaos? How could he be worthy of the power given to him by Slaanesh?

So when Sharp stopped him and wanted to face him for output, Aaron had already made a plan and noticed the statue of Assan IV in the corner.

The purpose of calling people over was to shorten the casting distance, and also to block the sight of the audience in the lobby so that they could not see that they were casting spells.

Picking up a wine bottle and hitting someone on the head was to lower Sharp's defense, disrupt his brain thinking, and facilitate spells.

When a simple ring of magic, Slaanesh's Dream, brought Sharp into a fantasy world, Aaron knew it was over.

Goodbye, my friend, I wish you peace and happiness!

Seeing the distraught Sharp being taken away, Aaron waved to his back very sentimentally, knowing that he might never see his old friend again.

Likewise, Aaron noticed one of the Queen's Blades glance at him.

He couldn't help but keep smiling.

What he can be sure of is that soon a report about Aaron Salian hitting someone on the head with a wine bottle in the royal library will be sent to the Queen Regent.

So, how would you handle this? The Queen of Steel?

I am looking forward.

Everything was part of the plan, and at the end Salian silently recited the famous words from Chaos.

Just, a plan.

What happened on the first floor did not attract the attention of the readers on the second floor. Aaron only saw a few readers looking up information. When Aaron came in, at least two people looked up at him in surprise for a while.

Aaron responded with a friendly smile. As a charismatic person, Aaron is now becoming more and more skilled and knows how to use his charisma to win the favor of those around him.

But today’s incident also reminded Aaron.

Charisma is not always beneficial, and occasionally there are disadvantages, as in this case.

This guy Sharp hated him before, but he didn't hate him enough to dare to openly stir up trouble in the royal library, and directly insulted him with the matter of Aaron's parents.

This only shows that charisma makes things change.

If Aaron is not wrong, charismatic charm can indeed lead to better relationships with people who are close to Aaron, and it can also make people who are not familiar with him develop a certain liking for him when they meet for the first time. But if the other person is friendly from the beginning, If you are hostile and malicious towards him, your charisma will also amplify this effect.

It's a bit similar to the taunt ability of barbarians. As far as Aaron knows, many barbarians have taunt skills. They will deliberately pretend (or maybe they really don't understand) to be simple-minded and muscular guys who can't understand human speech. Talking nonsense and making all kinds of outrageous body movements can make people angry in an instant, and it is equally effective on races with low IQs and strong people with high IQs.

For example, some barbarians use Have you been there? Which eye did you see it with? You can do it! Then I don't care, I only know XX. to describe a respected person who wants to share some knowledge. The old mage was so angry that he fainted on the spot.

There is also a higher level of taunting ability without even saying a word. For example, there is a witch who has mastered taunting. No matter what she says, she can make people feel extremely uncomfortable.

There are also legendary level taunts, without even saying a word, some people just stand there and you want to punch them.

Aaron secretly reminded himself: Now that he has the power of Slaanesh, he must have a naturally mocking face in front of many people who are hostile to him.

That’s fine, Slaanesh is not afraid of anything happening, not afraid of trouble coming, just afraid that nothing will happen!

Aaron came to the magic area and started looking for books related to warlocks.

A book on the bookshelf instantly caught Aaron's attention.

The End of Netheril.

Netheril! Aaron immediately became interested.

In his previous life, he had read some online articles about the country, and among these online articles, the civilization of Netheril was mentioned the most and used the most!

Iolum, Karthus, Mythra's Core, and the Floating City were mentioned repeatedly in online articles, as well as the legends belonging to the Great Arcanist.

Aaron remembered that in the online articles he had read, the Grand Arcanist symbolized the pinnacle of combat power and was an invincible existence in the kingdom.

One arcana destroys a god, three arcana destroys mortals, five arcana destroys the gods, and ten arcana creates a century.

With a thought blooming and arbitrary for eternity, the two great arcane masters controlled the floating city and fought to the edge of the crystal wall system. The laws of the universe were all wiped out!

Aaron didn't know how many of these contents were composed of two, three, four, and N creations, but the Netheril Empire did leave a strong mark on the country: the north of Cormyr is the ruins of the former Netheril Empire. , it once had one of the best climates in the country, but now there is only a huge desert that is extremely barren and heavily polluted by magic.

The endless glory of the past has gone away, and all that remains is sand, and more sand.

He temporarily gave up looking for books about warlocks, opened the book The End of Netheril, sat on the chair by the window, and read it with relish.

The opening sentence broke Aaron's impression.

Netheril is neither a color nor a symbol of the pinnacle of magic, nor is it a true empire.

The book introduces how Netheril grew from a small fishing village to a kingdom composed of seven villages, how the alliance was broken under the tyrannical and brutal rule of King Great Netherese, and how it was restored again with the help and trade of the elves. Rise, how it discovered the Nese Scroll and benefited a lot, gradually becoming a magical civilization.

However, Aaron could feel from the writing that the author of this book actually didn't think much of the Nese Empire. In some places, the writing was not only scrawled, but also mixed with many swear words.

He turned the book back to the first page to see who the author was.

The author's signature is Ms. Silinci.

Aaron didn't recognize the name. It seemed that it belonged to a female elf. He thought it might be some unknown wild mage who had done serious research and had some strength, right?

Although this Ms. Silinxi clearly had a disdain for the Nese Empire in her writing, she still explained some affairs and the process of Nese's fortune quite clearly in her writing. Aaron decided to continue reading.

There are a lot of black lies in the article. For example, when the Nese Empire gradually reached its peak and one-ninth of the population was a mage, the author laughed and said that the Nese Empire had only reached the threshold of a high-level magical civilization.

When the floating cities were built one after another and played an important role, the author laughed and said that this thing was just a thief's tool - stealing magical energy from the magic network that did not belong to the Nese people.

The author also ridiculed that Netheril has never been an empire. This magical civilization is just a loose combination of a group of city-states. The great arcanists do their own thing all day long, and gradually turn into the dictatorship of the Mages Council, forgetting the original intention of establishing the kingdom of Netheril. All clean.

Someone used an ink pen to add a little joke to the article.

A Netherese man came to Cormyr to visit. He pointed to the royal city of Susar and said, 'Whose country is this?'

The people of Cormyr replied: 'The kingdom naturally belongs to the royal family of Obeszir. ’

The Nese men asked again, 'What about the surrounding lands? ’

The Cormyrian replied: 'It belongs to the yeoman farmers. ’

The Cormyrians also came to visit Netheril. The Cormyrians asked the Netherese: 'Whose country is this? ’

The Netherese answered: 'The empire of Netheril belongs to all Netherese. ’

The people of Cormyr asked again: ‘Where are those floating cities? ’

The Netherese replied: 'It is the private property of the great arcanists. ’”

Naturally, the inclusion of private goods in the article also caused displeasure among some readers.

For example, when the author mocked the Netherese Empire, a Netherese die-hard fan obviously wrote next to it: It means bullying that the Netheril Empire has perished, so trying to smear this great civilization is really despicable behavior.

In the chapter Age of Discovery, the author wrote that when Netheril tried to expand into the universe and was beaten by the Elf Empire Navy and the expansion failed, this die-hard fan wrote: Lie, if the Elf Empire Navy is so powerful, how can they Didn’t conquer the entire country? It’s obviously a lie. The Nese Empire is only here for trade and is a peaceful civilization. How can the mere elven empire navy stop the floating city’s golem army and the great arcanist?”

The author also recorded many atrocities committed by the Netherese Empire, such as several planned massacres against the orcs, and atrocities that killed tens of thousands of people, including the elves, dwarves, gnomes, and halflings who had helped them a lot in the past. The Shannese Empire composed of floating cities is extravagant and disregards life.

The Nese iron fan added: It's random fabrication and malicious slander. You said that the Nese Empire massacred so many other races. You should find a few living people to prove it!

However, when the author wrote about the social status quo of the late Netheril Empire, Hunting civilians outside the floating city is a legal and popular entertainment sport. and marked the source of the corresponding decree, this Netheril fan obviously Already angry, he added: People who have no value naturally do not deserve to live. Instead of wasting food, it is better to provide some final value. This is reasonable! It is in line with the history of human development!

After that, Aaron never saw his annotation again.

In this way, Aaron spent a whole morning reading The End of Netheril from beginning to end, gaining a certain understanding of this magical civilization surrounded by countless rumors and secondary creations. Especially the Era of Karsus that I spent nearly half of the article on. How did this genius great arcanist successfully concentrate the resources of the entire empire to bring down the entire Netheril, leaving countless people in this country? The story, the magical civilization that still has many legacies to this day, is coming to its end.

The time came to noon unknowingly, and Aaron put down the book.

I don't know what's going on with my uncle.

In his carefully crafted plan, his uncle Lothair was the weakest link.

But he has no other choice. His aunt is fierce, rogue, and his cousin is proud and complacent. Moreover, although his uncle is only a horse-breeding official, he is also the only one among the resources in Aaron's hands now who has a reasonable way to contact him. A noble person.

I hope my uncle will not disappoint my expectations.

Aaron thought silently in his mind.

While Aaron was thinking about the process, Suzal, Royal Stables.

Uncle Lothair, who Aaron had high hopes for, was kneeling on the ground in sweat. His breathing was chaotic, his skinny cheeks had an abnormal blush, and his body was trembling slightly.

A middle-aged man who looks about thirty years old and is wearing the purple and gold Duke of Cormyr's crown is sitting on a horse. There is a circle of fully armed elite guards standing around him. The middle-aged man is holding a In the goblet, the golden champagne liquid swayed slightly along the wall of the glass.

So, it's your nephew, the last Salian, Aaron, who has awakened his charisma and turned into a warlock. He wants to find a teacher, right? the middle-aged man said unhurriedly.

Yes, it was my nephew who ordered me to do this! Lothair wiped the sweat with his hand, his voice full of fear.

Today's things started quite smoothly. Just as Aaron asked, Lothair came to the stables to check the status of the horses, and soon found an opportunity to take advantage of a purple dragon knight to select Horse, pretending to be casual, mentioned that there was a charismatic sorcerer who was looking for a mentor.

The first Purple Dragon Knight didn't take it to heart. He just promised to ask for help when he had time.

There was a very obvious change in the attitude of the second Purple Dragon Knight. Not only did he repeatedly ask who the charismatic warlock in Lothair's mouth was, he also showed a strong interest. After Lothair said in accordance with Aaron's instructions, After the other party did not want to reveal his identity and hinted that the knight's level was not enough, the knight immediately expressed his understanding and did not even choose a horse. He left directly and told Lothair to wait for him here and not to run away.

After Lothair told a knight who came to pick up a horse the news that a charismatic warlock is looking for a mentor, he thought the morning would be over.

Unexpectedly, just before the noon break, a large group of heavily armored guards came to Suzal's stables. A steward with an arrogant tone came in and told Lothair that the Duke of Kayneth-Ireland wanted to meet him in person!

This frightened Lothair out of his wits.

He's just a horse breeder!

The other party is a Duke, the only Duke in Cormyr! The status is second only to the king!

Facing such a large battle, facing His Royal Highness the Duke of Kayneth, who was smiling and asking questions in the midst of a large group of heavily armored guards, Lothair felt that his legs were so weak that he could not straighten up at all, and his voice was trembling.

He told him everything, including Aaron's identity, how Aaron warned him, and the metaphor Aaron told him.

The little horseman told everything.

Is this what he taught you? Duke Kayneth showed great interest after listening: Interesting, so interesting.

Somebody come!

exist!

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