The Magic Guild's Relocation and Reorganization

Although the Magic Guild newly established, its power is considerable.

Because it is located in the capital city, the largest city in Imperial Capital, and can also reach the most prosperous central plains region through water transportation, it has achieved the greatest possible attraction of talent.

Having met the conditions of not violating the rules, Frieren gave the order and summoned 37 Mage skilled in concocting magical potions.

Under the tutelage of Frieren and Frieren, 29 Mage learned weakening magic to counter the Red Mirror Dragon.

After all, it's impossible to concoct such a magical potion without mastering the corresponding magic.

Then Frieren opened the guild's warehouse Main Gate, gathered all the main and auxiliary materials, and began brewing the magic potion.

Thanks to the tempting price offered by the guild leader, the Mage worked very hard, and the crafting progress was naturally very fast.

But after the first batch of magical potions was made, Frieren realized that she had overestimated their power, and the number of potions needed suddenly doubled.

When Shazo returned after wandering around, he found that Frieren had lost confidence and the entire elf was in a state of depression.

He asked curiously, "What's wrong with this girl?"

Frieren replied, "I miscalculated the dosage, I feel useless, and I'm currently withdrawn."

Shazo: "Did you miscalculate the dosage? Did you overcalculate or undercalculate?"

Frieren picked up the magic book and looked at it, writing some annotations, noting the effects of its use on the environment and the solutions. At the same time, she replied absentmindedly, "Of course it's an underestimation. If it's too much, you don't need that much. Why bother?"

"Waaah—" Frieren raised her head, her emerald eyes brimming with tears. "The time required to inject the magic potion into the Red Mirror Dragon is too long, and Mr. Shazo is taking too much risk."

Shazo scratched his head. "That's not right, it doesn't put much pressure on me."

Frieren's emotions froze. "Huh?"

Shazo then looked at Frieren: "Didn't you explain it to her?"

Frieren said angrily, "Of course I explained, but she doesn't believe me!"

She said, "Mr. Shazo is very, very strong, but how could he possibly withstand a sudden three-fold increase in suppression time? That's something no elf could do!"

Shazo felt cared for, but also felt a sense of being looked down upon, and really didn't know what to say.

After a while, he reached out and patted Frieren's head. "Ah, how should I put it? I really am an elf, but I can definitely do it."

Frieren sneered, "Stupid Little Elf, this guy Shazo, let alone triple the duration, even if he increases it tenfold..."

He also had no problem with the time.

"It's not like we haven't tried it before—"

Frieren blushed, and she timidly asked one last question, "So, with such a high dosage, won't it cost more money?"

Frieren chuckled, "After I settle the accounts, you can take less material."

"Oh, oh, that's great!"

Frieren's heartache vanished completely, and she instantly transformed from a withdrawn girl into a cheerful Little Elf.

Then she went into the Magic Guild's library and carefully studied the final demand; this time she was sure she wouldn't make a mistake.

After Frieren left, Frieren put down her spellbook and asked, "What was the result?"

Shazo Zuo nodded. "Not bad, the places you chose are all alright, but the one near the northern mountains is the most suitable."

He took out a simple hand-drawn map and pointed to it, saying, "Geographically, it's located on the north-south dividing line, surrounded by the Northern Plateau's boundary mountains. These mountains protect the small basin in the center, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. There's no need to worry about the Demon Race army or any other forces."

"In the center of the basin is a small lake, into which several rivers flow. There are also springs at the bottom of the lake, so there's no need to worry about the water source running out."

Enough to grow all kinds of crops.

"There's a small island in the middle of the lake, which is about the right size. If it's not enough, we can fill in some more."

Seeing Shazo's focused expression, Frieren nodded repeatedly as she listened to his words: "Shazo's judgment is the most trustworthy, so let's choose this place."

"Oh, by the way, does this place have a name?"

Shazo replied, "Yes, the name of this small basin is Brilliant Gem."

Frieren smiled with delight, "It's Elvish, and it means 'brilliant gem'! That's wonderful, let's call it that!"

"Brilliant Gem, the future headquarters of the Magic Association!"

Shazo didn't know if this was the future trend, but he also believed that the Magic Guild couldn't stay in the Imperial Capital for too long.

He asked, "I know relocation is necessary, but is it really necessary to prepare so early? Is the human war about to end?"

Frieren nodded helplessly. "Human warfare is completely different from ours as elves."

"Recalling our Elf Race Civil War, it lasted for over 300 years, and the war between the Elf Race and the Demon King's Army also lasted at least thirty years."

"Humans really fight incredibly hard; in just three years, the outcome of battles has already become quite clear."

Shazo Zuo laughed and said, "Humans are a true race of war. They are absolutely fierce and cruel when they fight. Even the Demon King's Army cannot compare to them."

Frieren nodded repeatedly. "I've noticed that too. Human wars are not only brutal, but the pace of war is also too fast."

"We've just finished one battle, and only a month later, we can begin the next one."

"Last year alone, the four major human kingdoms fought more than twenty large-scale battles. It was absolutely insane!"

"Luckily, we elves didn't go to war with humans, otherwise—we would have been wiped out."

Shazo shook his head and said, "Forget it, with the mobilization capabilities of our elders, it would have been over before a war with humans even broke out."

"But don't worry, the Elf Race still have elves like you and me who are thousands of years old. The Elf Race can be weakened to the limit, but they will never be wiped out."

Frieren laughed, "That's true. The strength of humanity as a whole doesn't mean that the individuals within it are also strong."

"However, their greed is undeniable. If we wait until the human empire is officially established before relocating, we'll have to pay an additional price."

"As you can see, I have enough disciples and grand-disciples to open Magic Guild in various places. This is a good opportunity to reorganize the Magic Guild into the Magic Association."

"At that time, the Magic Association will not be subject to too much control by the human empire, making it more suitable for an elven Great Mage live in."

After adjustments and experiments, with Frieren's help, Frieren changed the way the potion was used, and finally determined that doubling the amount of magical potion to be brewed would be sufficient.

However, such large-scale production of magical potions still had a significant impact on the Magic Guild.

For example, the production of other magical potions has decreased significantly, and the continuously increasing purchase volume has caused the price of magical materials to rise considerably, resulting in significant fluctuations in the entire magical market.

The series of price fluctuations were so obvious that those who were paying attention noticed the unusual activity at the Magic Guild.

When Shazo went out, he realized he was being followed. He just smiled and, with a little effort, ran faster and shook off the person.

However, the other Mage were not so lucky; being followed made them extremely irritable.

The spyers' methods went beyond simple tracking; they also bribed human Mage to spy on the inner Magic Guild.

Shazo understood that this wasn't directed at him and Frieren, but at Frieren.

"Should I take action?" Shazo asked, "Let the humans know that your safety is guaranteed by additional measures."

Frieren didn't refuse. "Thanks, but don't kill anyone."

Shazo laughed, "Don't worry, I'm not a bloodthirsty bastard."

Frieren sighed, "How could I be at ease? You may not be bloodthirsty, but you have your own principles, and there's no absolute prohibition against killing."

"I'm genuinely afraid that you'll witness something terrible and kill all the kings of the four great human kingdoms."

Shazo narrowed his eyes. "Frieren, am I really that unreliable in your eyes?"

Frieren laughed heartily, "Shazo, if you were reliable, how did you get expelled from the Elf Village back then?"

Shazo clicked his tongue awkwardly. "I was young and impetuous back then. I lost my temper and couldn't help but hit the elder's son."

Frieren glanced at him. "Then you hit the elders too."

"Or rather, how many of our Elf Race elders haven't been beaten by you?"

Shazo: "Ah, this----"

Frieren: "So I'm asking you not to cause any deaths, is there a problem?"

Shazo was extremely embarrassed. "Okay, I understand, I promise I won't kill anyone."

After saying that, he disappeared without a trace.

Such a warning should ideally begin by capturing the spy, tracing the clues step by step, eventually finding the mastermind behind it all, and then using force to issue a warning or simply eliminate the mastermind.

But Shazo doesn't intend to do that.

The reason for making things so complicated is essentially a lack of strength; it cannot implement maximum deterrence and can only achieve this through precise deployment of forces.

But Shazo is not lacking in power. He doesn't even need to consider who did it. He can directly target the four major human kingdoms that are qualified to threaten the Magic Guild and guarantee that he can sweep away the spy.

As for the Bad Luck king who was accidentally injured—of course, he was just Bad Luck.

Shazo firmly believes that warnings must be bloody to be effective; while killing people is prohibited, it doesn't mean killing other animals is forbidden.

Following Don Vito Corleone's method, he found the king's favorite horse, cut off its head, and placed it on the king's bed.

These kings, true to their reputation as powerful figures who had fought their way through numerous kingdoms, calmly summoned their guards upon waking to find their beloved horse's head and ordered them to immediately launch an investigation.

Of course, the relatively ruthless king immediately drew his longsword and publicly beheaded the guards on night watch before beginning the investigation.

No king screamed like that so-called director.

But the fourth king was different; he keenly sensed Shazo's arrival in his sleep.

As Shazo pushed open the door carrying a huge horse head, the king raised his Cross Long Sword and thrust it towards Shazo's chest.

Shazo naturally noticed his attack, but casually Teuchi and knocked the longsword away.

Then he discarded the horse's head and replaced it with the king's neck.

In the blink of an eye, the well-prepared king was utterly defeated and powerless to resist, making him fully aware of Shazo's strength.

But he didn't want to die, so he asked, "Elf, why have you come to assassinate me?"

"No matter what it is, I'll give it to you double."

"I am the king of the most powerful kingdom in humankind; you should understand the immense value of my promise."

Shazo smiled and said, "Among the kings of the four kingdoms, you are the only one who discovered my arrival. Your strength is quite impressive."

"Furthermore, you were able to recognize reality and didn't threaten me with attacking the Elf Race, which is quite rational."

So, what's your name?

Shazo Zuo placed the king on a stool in the bedroom, then released his grip, allowing him to breathe freely.

The king rubbed his neck, then took the glass of wine that Shazo handed him, chugging it down in one gulp to calm his racing heart before speaking, "Patterson, my name is Leo Patterson."

You can call me Patterson.

Shazo poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and then put it down with a look of disgust.

It's supposed to be strong liquor, but it's also sour.

Shazo looked at the king and asked with a smile, "King Patterson, you've noticed that I'm an elf. Can you guess why I've come to see you?"

"Just a heads up, I'm not here to kill you, but to warn you."

King Patterson took a deep breath and replied, "My kingdom has not recently clashed with the elves, nor has it expanded into Elf Race territory. The only connection we have is—"

"The Magic Guild of the Imperial Capital."

Shazo nodded with a hint of surprise. "That's right, you're right, you're very clever."

"However, I do think you have a great grasp of your kingdom's control. Being able to eliminate wrong answers so quickly proves that you have a clear understanding of all developments within your kingdom."

"That's good, very good."

"I enjoy dealing with intelligent, rational, and strong people."

King Patterson asked in surprise, "Does the elf dislike dealing with weak and foolish creatures? Are all elves so proud?"

Shazo shook his head and said, "You're wrong. This isn't pride, but rather interests viewed from different time scales."

"Fools can be deceived, and the weak can be oppressed, but they are often powerless to change their own circumstances. The promises they make are often broken within a year for various reasons."

"Then all my efforts to reach the agreement would have been in vain, an irreparable loss."

"On the contrary, reaching an agreement with a rational and intelligent strong person like you, as long as I can maintain my own strength, could potentially last for fifty years, or even a hundred years."

"No extra costs are required; it's already a huge profit."

King Patterson was deeply shocked.