Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys Chapter 1560 - 537: Empire’s Rise to Fame (Part 2)

The most formidable foes in this realm consist of the greedy Evil Gods and the stirring ancient beasts...

As an Imperial Guardian, Pantoscoke felt willing to offer the adversary an opportunity provided no grave errors occurred. Yet, should the foe persist in defiance, Rein intended to promptly return them to the Goddess's embrace...

Truthfully, during the prior clash, he had refrained from deploying his complete might, employing merely around half of his capabilities.

To him, Pantoscoke scarcely qualified as a worthy opponent, and with his present abilities coupled with swift advancement, Pantoscoke would lag even more substantially.

Upon witnessing Pantoscoke's capitulation, Rein gave a nod and chose to depart from the arena. A carriage stood ready for him outside, since he had to head to the headquarters of the Imperial Wizard School Union.

Earlier, atop the Shirendil Plateau, Sect Leader Moria had assigned him the duty of conducting the school promotion evaluation.

Regarding the wager, he was confident that even with a hundred opportunities, the Drum Family wouldn't have the audacity to renege on their promise.

Meanwhile.

In the lively spectator stands, the refined woman Jennifer gripped the hands of Cleya and Lagaray with thrill, struggling to compose herself.

"Are you the Jennifer lady? I'm Davis, and I've heard that your Warhammer and Rose Commerce seeks partners for business in the Imperial City?" Duke Davis, previously positioned in the seats behind the trio of women, now stepped forward alongside his wife, beaming a smile.

"Ah... Duke Davis, it's a pleasure to encounter you!"

"Yes, recently I've been hunting for fitting collaborators," the graceful lady burst out in astonishment upon seeing the old gentleman clad in opulent garments and promptly raised her flowing skirt for a proper curtsy.

At that moment, a fresh thought, one she hadn't entertained prior, flashed through Jennifer's head—maybe Duke Davis was planning...

"That's splendid! By chance, my Laurel Chamber of Commerce aims to broaden its trade activities. Might it be a privilege to partner with your enterprise, madam?" Duke Davis expressed himself with utmost courtesy.

All the nearby nobles gazed at Duke Davis filled with jealousy.

His talent for grasping chances is remarkable, and are you truly aiming to grow? It seems like you're simply giving away riches!

Everyone knows the Laurel Chamber of Commerce nearly dominates the premium spice trade across the whole Empire? Partnership? Do you even need it? Stop fooling around!

"This... joining forces with the Laurel Chamber of Commerce would truly be a privilege," Jennifer replied, her lovely features glowing with elation.

"Madam, you're overly gracious. It's likewise a privilege for the Laurel Chamber of Commerce," Duke Davis inclined his head and offered a courteous grin.

Following some light conversation, Duke Davis departed accompanied by his spouse.

Not long afterward, more than a dozen prominent nobles arrived successively, each speaking for households that operated one or several renowned commercial ventures in the Imperial City.

For a period, despite Cleya's assistance nearby, Madam Jennifer found herself overwhelmingly occupied.

...

Rein, meanwhile, boarded the carriage prepared by the Sword Holder Headquarters, positioned at the Royal Arena's gateway.

"Lord Rein, the fervent cheers from beyond reached my ears, and I was certain you'd triumph," remarked Olena, the steadily logical and capable young lady, a faint red tint coloring her alluring cheeks.

Still, her lovely gaze scanned her master's Wizard Robe, free of any creases, along with his brow lacking even a bead of perspiration, which deepened her inner astonishment.

It appeared far too pristine!

He could have simply donned a fresh one, showing scant sign of having just finished a bout.

Earlier, Rein had mentioned it would require only moments, leaving her briefly taken aback. Yet now, upon reckoning the duration, the span from entering to leaving fell short of ten full minutes.

"Thanks, it unfolded roughly as anticipated. Head to the Wizard Federation headquarters."

"Understood, my lord."

...

At the same time.

Two striking and unique young ladies stood at the Wizard Federation, animatedly conversing with a wizard in the Late Stage of Second Level Liquidation.

"Lord Ronan, while the appointed hour is nine o'clock in the morning, as I mentioned earlier, Sect Leader Moria traveled to the Shirendil Plateau and may arrive slightly delayed, though Lord Rein should arrive soon."

"Advancing a prominent wizard school, yet your Sect Leader skips personal attendance? Is it perhaps an Imperial directive?" Ronan voiced his irritation.

He oversaw the coordination for school advancements, and across centuries, wizard school promotions had settled into a standard routine. Still, this marked his initial brush with such a case, where a school dispatched merely two First Level Fogging wizards for the promotion.

This amounted to nearly ignoring the headquarters and the importance of school advancement.

"Well..." Audrey trailed off, at a loss for words.

She remembered it stemmed from Lord Rein's suggestion that the Sect Leader, Deputy Sect Leader, instructors, and other vital figures proceed straight to the Shirendil Plateau. More accurately, it wasn't a formal command from the Empire.

Moreover, since the school's core personnel had journeyed to the Shirendil Plateau, just a handful lingered at the Imperial school location, positioning her as the ideal contact.

"But Lord Ronan, once Lord Rein concludes his duel, he'll rush here right away. Might you grant a small flexibility?"

"Lord Rein? I'm aware of the slayer of 'Carver' Harold, quite the feat indeed. However, rules remain rules. No matter your Lord Rein's strength, it holds no sway. School promotion demands the Sect Leader's direct involvement." Ronan couldn't suppress a mocking smirk.