Alchemy Technology, the Ambition Every Noble Should Possess

If it's just disputes between nobles, there's absolutely no need to hide the fact that they're buying weapons from Ryan.

There are only two behemoths in the entire world that are worthy of nobles hiding their glorious bloodlines.

If it won't appear in the war with the Empire, then it must be the Church?

Besides the Empire, who else in this world is so brave?

Ryan was meticulous, but he still couldn't figure it out.

Naturally, no deal could be struck at the first meeting. Ryan left a token for Brendan, and both sides needed more trust.

The passage of time has brought too many variables, and Ryan is doing his best to get the ship he's on back on track.

He returned to the Frozen Earth Territory and entered Nidhogg.

The place they landed was not far from the sea, where the alchemist Rose was leading a group of alchemist apprentices and craftsmen to replicate the shipyard in Viscount Melendez Territory.

"It's simply impossible for this to succeed. When we were in the Viscount's Territory, it took us three years to build a thirty-meter-long ship. You want to complete it in a month? It's simply impossible."

The artisans argued excitedly with the alchemy apprentices, blurring their identities and status when it came to their professional knowledge.

However, they still retained basic rationality. They dared not approach Dean Rose, who was not far away. That shadowy giant python was too terrifying; a powerful superhuman could easily kill them all.

"Nothing is impossible. The Alchemist's principle is that all matter can be transformed. It's only a month; why can't it be successful?"

"We can use alchemy to replicate your boards—all the planks, all the nails, everything you need—we've produced it all. Why can't we still succeed?"

"Why did that ship sink? It must be because you peasants didn't provide the correct data!"

The alchemist's face also turned red. Ryan came to the shore and stood next to Rose, looking at the ocean. There was a shipwreck there; the unfinished vessel had sunk into the sea.

"There's absolutely no chance it will float. I was too naive. This ship is very precious."

Rose looked at the awning boat and said, "It's a small boat, but it actually contains a lot of valuable knowledge that even Alchemist cannot understand."

"These craftsmen dare not lie. A few days ago, they saw two Dragons fighting in the sky, the Twilight Kin and the Tidal Dragon."

"However, the materials created by alchemy only resemble ships and cannot float on the sea."

Rose was also very puzzled; it shouldn't be like this.

"Couldn't we use alchemy?"

"That's not a good idea of yours."

Ryan smiled.

"Every Alchemist dreams of achieving Legendary with the Philosopher's Stone. In the eyes of Alchemist, everything can be explained by alchemy."

Even magic.

Rose turned to look at Ryan and said slowly:

"No Alchemist has ever said this, nor would any Alchemist dare to say it."

"You said it, didn't you?"

Ryan was a little embarrassed. Hadn't Alchemist mentioned this?

Lord Ryan, unwilling to admit to making things up, could only continue:

"I've read some books on extraordinary lineages, Alchemist have said something like this: in short, the problem is definitely not alchemy."

"Are you implying that I'm not capable enough?"

Rose blew on the hair on her forehead; she wasn't angry.

"I have no right to say that I have entered the path of the extraordinary until I become Legendary, whether it is magic or alchemy."

Legendary is Rose's obsession. As a genius, she believes that only by becoming Legendary can one claim to have understood a certain extraordinary path.

But he was stuck in the Saint Realm on every single path he took.

"If the war between the Empire and the Church intensifies during this period, I'm afraid I won't have much time to come here."

"The ship issue must be resolved. I don't want to feel like I can see those things but can't get them."

Ryan and Rose talked about the recent war between the Empire and the Church, which had become more urgent than Nidhogg.

Because Ryan now has the ability to influence the course of the war between the Empire and the Church to a certain extent.

Having this ability means he has more leverage in this war.

Nidhogg's ship is important, but no matter how important, it's ultimately for helping Ryan gain more wealth, unless Surtr kills the Demigod Tidal Dragon Isabella, or vice versa...

Forget it, it's not that simple. In short, as long as Surtr doesn't make any major moves, Nidhogg isn't Ryan's top priority.

"Is it too heavy?"

Ryan looked at the sunken ship that wasn't moving at all in the sea. This should be reasonable, right? He had only ever seen sunken ships on the screen before, and there was never any movement from them.

"Too heavy?"

Rose's eyes lit up instantly, and the shadow beneath her feet transformed into a colossal Crystal Python that charged toward the sunken ship.

Before long, a large number of ship fragments were brought before the Alchemist.

"Calculate their weight!"

Rose gave the order with an air of authority.

Indeed, although the shipwrights possessed superb skills, they did not understand any systematic shipbuilding techniques. As servants of the Melendez Family, their skills were passed down from generation to generation.

These craftsmen could only build ships using materials they knew.

Is the wood of Viscount Melendez Territory the same as the wood of the Dragons World? Are the planks they use to build ships the same as the planks that Alchemist modify using alchemy?

They may look the same on the surface, but they are different in essence.

A small awning boat is only so big; a craftsman can roughly gauge its weight by feeling it with his palm. But for a large ship, even a slight difference in any part can make a huge difference overall.

The answer came quickly, but the craftsmen could only scratch their heads at the sight of the densely packed numbers.

In a world where even nobles cannot enjoy the full range of education, how could craftsmen possibly know the meaning behind numbers?

They don't know how to write their own names, let alone that the size of a number represents the amount of experience they have in their daily lives.

"A wooden plank modified by alchemy doesn't need to be this thick, does it?"

Ryan weighed a piece of wood in his hand and said, "The wood is very hard and flexible. It's made of wood that can withstand the flight of Dragons without breaking."

The craftsmen began chopping new planks, Alchemist were also modifying them, trying to produce planks of the same strength as those in the craftsmen's hands on a smaller scale.

Ryan was dazzled by what he saw.

He never understood the alchemy of this world.

Magic and such are all understandable; if you can't understand it, just go for it. But alchemy is too much of a hodgepodge. In Ryan's view, it's like the entire world's technology tree growing on one branch, all crammed together.

Without any categorization, mathematics, physics, chemistry, astronomy, geography, and genetics, along with a few extraordinary ingredients, were cooked into alchemy.

Just now, Ryan watched as these Alchemist roughly chopped the wooden planks into pieces, and then, under a dim light, the pieces turned back into two planks.

Ryan waited, but the two powerful beings in the sky would not. The blue Tidal Dragon grew a second pair of wings, its fluttering wings blotting out the sky. Although it was still as small as a moth in front of Surtr, the giant waves and whirlpools stirred up by Isabella were no less powerful than the heavy punches thrown by Surtr.

Ants!

Surtr roared in fury, and flames burst forth from His body, falling into the ocean and instantly turning into orange-red lava.

He was furious that Isabella, this ant, dared to oppose him, and he was also furious at his own power at the moment. He was still asleep and could not exert his power at all, otherwise this Tidal Dragon would have been reduced to ashes long ago.

But the facts could not be changed; the tidal waves engulfed the lava, and Surtr's power grew even stronger in the tides, for He was enraged.

He emerged from the flames, and the flames in the one-armed Surtr's hand coalesced into a greatsword, which he instantly slashed down at Isabella.

No one can refuse a Deities gift, even if it is a greatsword imbued with endless flames and killing intent.

Isabella couldn't escape Surtr's attack. The scorching and violent energy in the flames engulfed the Dragons like a waterfall. As the greatsword fell, the massive four-winged Tidal Dragon was reduced to a pale white skeleton.

It is still alive.

The white bones flapped their four wings, and the energy of the endless tides converged upon them. Flesh and blood were reborn, and the majestic Dragons was returning.

[Court death!]

Surtr's anger made him even stronger, and he swung his fist at Isabella, but... he had already left the flames.

In an instant, the entire ocean boiled, as if a scalding lava had suddenly fallen into a pot of cold water. The ocean emitted thick white steam, and the world's tidal origins meandered in all directions in the sky, converging on Surtr like a giant python or a rope, tightly binding Surtr.

He left the flames, but could not return to them.

All of this was too far removed from ordinary people. The battles and roars high in the sky were something that ordinary people on the ground could only look up blankly at the interplay of brilliant and dim light in the sky.

By the time they realized what was happening, the terrifying battle had already reached a stalemate.

"Surtr has actually left the flames, but that Tidal Dragon is also gone. Its flesh and blood were burned all over its body. It was the power of Deities, so its injuries must be serious."

Ryan said this, having witnessed the entire battle, and then turned to look at the Frost Dragon Arryris, which had landed not far away.

"Isabella is badly injured and has disappeared somewhere. Is it possible for us to kill her?"

Arryris looked at Ryan with a mocking expression.

"As long as she is in the sea, no one can kill the Demigod's Tidal Dragon. You underestimate Isabella and the Dragons of Nidhogg."

"Never mind then..."

Just as Ryan was about to say something, he suddenly shuddered and looked towards the far end of his vision, where the Fire Giant Surtr was struggling.

"He is sending me a message."

"The essence of this world is that it is broken."

"The world that appears calm on the surface is already riddled with holes."

"Without Isabella's obstruction, Surtr's flames will eventually engulf all of Nidhogg's lands."

After Ryan finished speaking, he waited in silence until Twilight arrived.

Tens of thousands of Twilight Kin appeared in the sky and sea, frantically following Surtr's will and launching an attack on the land of Aesir to the the North. The war between the Twilight Kin and the Dragons race entered a white-hot stage.

"The Twilight Kin is fearless and this war will not last long."

"I need to go back and prepare."

Ryan looked at Arryris, who roared and howled:

"You need more support."

Ryan returned to the Frozen Earth Territory. Brendan, the nobleman from the South, had not yet come to visit. Ryan, however, received a reply from Count Clayton first.

Ryan had previously written to Count Clayton to inquire about the matter, and received a reply quite quickly; the Earl's father seemed to be quite free lately.

"You want me to go to the Calais Province?"

Ryan frowned as he read the reply. Why would they ask him to go to the Calais Province?

"Some things can't be said in a letter."

This was the only reason Ryan could think of. After thinking it over, Ryan still decided to go to the Calais Province.

Not only that, Ryan also wanted to know more about the war between the Empire and the Church. Back in the Northlands, he was completely clueless about this war of faith. For example, he still didn't know the origin of Brendan Ignazio.

"I will be heading to Clayton County. Frozen Earth Territory only needs to focus on the food supply in the Swamp and the defenses of the northern fortress. We'll deal with the rest when I return."

Ryan said to Avril and Eteria that, in Ryan's absence, only these two had the power and ability to stabilize the hearts and minds of the people in the entire Frozen Earth Territory.

Avril is the Baroness, Eteria is the Chief Administrator.

Why go there?

Avril was a little nervous and asked, holding Ryan's hand.

"I originally intended to leave Nidhogg aside for now, but Surtr gave me information, along with a letter from my father, which forced me to deal with those two Great Being first."

"The matter of Nidhogg can be eased, but those two Great Being who are sleeping and awaiting resurrection cannot be left unattended."

"If either the Dragon God or the Demon Dragon awakens, we will face annihilation, and all our previous efforts will be in vain."

"What Father meant was that he wanted to exile them."

"But... why do you have to go?"

Avril was still puzzled, but Ryan smiled and said:

"My father is a high-ranking nobleman, and his every move is under the watchful eye of the empire. He has no suitable reason to come to the Northlands, and I need to go there to open the door."

Ryan had pretty much figured it out; his purpose in going to Calais Province was to open the door.

"The war has begun, and even the Frozen Earth Territory need to be prepared. So before heading to Calais Province, I need to go to the Northlands first."

"I need Archbishop Adriana's support within the Church."

Ryan suddenly found himself incredibly busy. Emperor Flor's order for war caught even him, Baron of the Northlands, off guard. With a single sentence, the entire world revolved around him.

"One day, I will be able to change the Fate of the world with my every move."

Amidst the wind and snow, Ryan spoke these words with envy from his warhorse.