The Great Law of True Fragrance

King Patterson stood up, poured himself a glass of wine, and downed it in one gulp.

Feeling the burning sensation in his stomach, he let out a long sigh, "The Elf Race truly deserve to be called a great race that has continued for tens of thousands of years. Your understanding of contracts is truly profound."

"I'm sorry, all the people I've dealt with in the past were useless—not smart, not brave, and even worse, lacking vision. They made me a fool too."

"Mr. Elf, are you telling me all this because you want to reach an agreement with me directly?"

Shazo smiled, "Yes."

"I have high hopes for you now. I believe you will be the victor of this war, the founder of the First Human Empire, and the first Caesar."

At this point, Shazo Zuo paused, inwardly thinking: [Your empire is probably the only one of its kind in human history, and you don't deserve to be called an emperor.]

After finishing his rant, he continued, "Since I'm convinced you're the inevitable winner, I naturally hope to reach the necessary agreement with you."

"Rest assured, our agreement will not be written down or made public; it will be maintained solely by our conscience and our strength."

Leo Patterson took a deep breath and stared intently at Shazo: "Mr. Elf, what kind of agreement do you wish to reach with me?"

Frieren stared in disbelief. "So, you've made an agreement with Leo Tertsen of the Tertsen Kingdom, binding the safety of the Magic Guild and, in the future, the Magic Association, to his life?"

Shazo nodded. "Yes, that's right."

"Although I also proposed an agreement for the Elf Race to retreat to the mountains, Forest, and islands, that's just a cover. Even if he were to abide by it, his son would absolutely not."

"As the human population expands, they will inevitably move towards the Forest, clearing Forest out to harvest more arable land."

"But by then, the Elf Race should have been accepted by the Magic Association, fully integrated into human society, and become part of the upper nobility, and will no longer need so many Forest."

"Frieren, your Magic Association has a long way to go."

Frieren said weakly, "Oh, thank you."

Well, thanks to Shazo Zuo's actions, the Magic Guild is indeed safe now, and even if it's reorganized into the Magic Association, there won't be any obstacles.

However, this brought the Magic Guild into the future emperor's sights, and it would receive even greater attention.

It is foreseeable that many outstanding individuals will join the Magic Guild in various forms and assist Frieren in establishing Magic Guild.

These people will cause leaks of information within the Magic Guild and bring in all sorts of strange habits, but they will also bring the Magic Guild closer to human society, deeply embedding its roots within the future empire.

This is absolutely a good thing for the Magic Guild or Magic Association.

The only problem is that Frieren herself is under increased pressure; she needs to expend more energy to maintain control of the Magic Guild and avoid being sidelined.

Moreover, as Leo Patterson aged, Frieren had to be wary of his sudden madness, as he might try to eliminate a major threat within the Empire before his natural death.

Frieren smiled and said, "It's tough, but it's not really dangerous."

Before Leo Patterson chose to turn against her, he could never have imagined that Frieren, this Great Mage, was completely different from the other Great Mage of the Elf Race.

In the future, Frieren realized a truth: the outcome of battles between Mage is not entirely determined by the strength of their magic.

This is the truth, but it is not the whole truth.

Because Frieren is an exception; her magic is so powerful it's unimaginable, enough to disregard the skills of other Mage.

skillful.

At the same time, she is also the Elf Race possesses the most magical knowledge and the most diverse magical techniques, making Great Mage a veritable encyclopedia of magic.

Frieren said regretfully, "What about Frieren now that you've done this?"

"My original plan was to hold out here for the first 100 years, and once the human empire was stable, I would bring Frieren back so she could continue her studies and growth within the Magic Association."

"It seems I can't bring her back now."

Shazo laughed, "You're always all bark and no bite, and you always think a lot."

"By then, Frieren will be an adult and strong enough. Neither you nor I should continue to supervise her."

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"Whether Frieren wants to join the Magic Association, settle in a city, or become a wandering Planeswalker, it's her choice."

"We can't control it, and we shouldn't."

"That heartless guy," Frieren muttered. "Why wasn't he this nice to me back then—"

"Oops!"

Shazo withdrew his hand, smiled at Frieren was holding her head in her hands, and disappeared from the room before she could unleash [Frieren's Big Slap] with her compressed magic.

The thousand-year-old Frieren was so angry that she jumped up and down, as if she had returned to her childhood self at 200 years old.

After a while, she suddenly stopped and burst into happy laughter.

Two months later, the war for supremacy among human kingdoms came to a conclusion, with the Kingdom of Patterson achieving a decisive victory and becoming the strongest of the four kingdoms.

However, Leo Patterson's outspokenness made him an enemy of the three defeated kingdoms, leading to a joint attack and putting him in a difficult situation once again.

At this moment, all four kingdoms realized they had reached their most critical juncture, and they all pulled out all the stops and fought desperately.

The scale of the war increased again, but the resulting decline in military discipline led to a geometric increase in brutal killings.

Bloodshed wasn't limited to the battlefield; it also occurred during the collection of food and military supplies. Village after village was turned into a wasteland, and commercial towns were burned to the ground.

When human armies display their bestial nature, they are in no way inferior to the Demon King's Army.

The refugees spread the terrifying news, and panic ensued in the Imperial Capital.

No one believed that the four kingdoms would still abide by their previous agreement at this point. As long as they had the ability, people tried every means to leave the Imperial Capital and flee in directions far away from the battlefield.

Although life will be much harder after leaving, I won't starve to death.

The Mage of the Magic Guild also packed their belongings and moved to their designated headquarters Brilliant Gem.

However, the Mage had too many things—books, notebooks, potions, materials, and various precious tools—so their hasty actions naturally resulted in chaos.

Frieren's order for magic potions also fell through, leaving a shortage of up to 20%.

Frieren felt extremely guilty, but there was nothing she could do; she couldn't even give Frieren enough compensation.

It wasn't that there weren't enough magical materials, but rather that Frieren couldn't carry them.

The magic briefcase was great, but it was already full of magic potions to deal with the Red Mirror Dragon, even Shazo's briefcase was stuffed full.

The Magic Guild still had many magic briefcases and even magic cabinets, but they were already filled with all sorts of supplies and precious books. There were also piles of less valuable items left in the warehouse that they couldn't take with them.

The Mage could only dig holes on the spot to bury it, hide it with magical Barrier, and temporarily preserve it in place.

Having no other option, Frieren had to write an IOU to Frieren, promising to retrieve her belongings once things had stabilized.

As for the missing 20% potion, Frieren really couldn't do anything about it.

Shazo chuckled and suggested, "You're really stubborn. Potions mimic magical effects. Why don't you come with us and cast the spell yourself to fill in the missing part? Wouldn't that solve everything?"

Frieren stared in disbelief, then tapped her head in regret, saying, "Oh dear, how could I forget that? My mind was just filled with all sorts of random things."

Shazo scoffed, "I told you long ago, don't worry about the details, don't worry about the details. Now you're really getting caught up in all these trivial matters, aren't you?"

Frieren shook her head and said, "Wait, no, I have to move with the Magic Guild!"

Shazo said, "You can leave such a simple task to your disciple."

"How can I entrust such an important matter to them?" Frieren said with distress.

Shazo retorted, "What good would it do if you just handed the work over to your disciples?"

Frieren said firmly, "If I don't do anything, the Magic Guild definitely have to shut down!"

"So many things from the past, things I wasn't involved in, always managed to be delayed to the point of madness—"

Shazo chuckled coldly, "You're already struggling with just one Magic Guild. What will it be like if it expands into the Magic Association with the Association in every city? Will you still be able to manage it all?"

Frieren asked dejectedly, "Then what should I do?"

Shazo replied, "First, lower your expectations for the perfect outcome! That's the most important thing!"

"Then break your work down into tasks and have your disciples complete them. You only need to focus on the results of their tasks."

"This way you'll have enough time to study magic and push your disciples to catch up on their studies."

Frieren sighed, "Fine, fine—I'll give it a try. I don't care about this retreat—let those idiots handle it—sigh—"

Shazo grabbed Qingmei's arm and pulled her away. "Alright, alright, I'm not a child anymore. I'll definitely surprise you."

Frieren was powerless against the swordsman's immense strength and could only grumble, "If they give me a big scare, Shazo, you'll be responsible."

Shazo laughed heartily, "Alright, alright, whatever you ask me to do, I'll do it."

So Frieren also joined the expedition to subdue the Red Mirror Dragon.

Frieren was overjoyed by Frieren's arrival, skipping and jumping all the way, like a child who had just bought ice cream.

Hmm? Ice cream?

Shazo suddenly realized that he now had all the ingredients for ice cream—milk and honey—and Great Mage was by his side. He could make ice cream!

"Huh? You want me to use magic to cook food?" Frieren was furious. "Shazo! What do you take magic for?"

Shazo picked at his ear and said, "Of course, it's the most convenient tool."

"In battle, they are tools for killing; in peacetime, they are naturally tools for daily life."

Frieren: "Pah!"

"Magic is a noble Talent, a bond intimately connected to the essence of the world, it is—"

"----Haha, honey milk ice cream, so delicious!"

Frieren and Frieren each had a huge scoop of ice cream, their noses covered in milk and honey, their eyes squinting so hard they could barely see.

With Shazo's lightning-fast hand movements, the ice cream was completely Shattering. Its smooth texture and the ultimate sweetness balanced by its coolness were simply irresistible.

Frieren chuckled, "I'm going to invent a magic spell called [Ice Cream Making Magic], so I can eat ice cream anytime!"

Shazo laughed and said, "What's wrong? Is magic no longer noble?"

Frieren blushed, cold sweat poured down her forehead, and wisps of white steam rose from it.

She argued, "Making ice cream isn't lowly—it's about making delicious food!—How can something Mage be considered lowly?"

Then came a string of incomprehensible phrases, such as "ice cream is noble" and "I am noble too," which made Frieren and Shazo burst into laughter.

The desolate mountain road was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Shazo couldn't help but sigh, "The Law of True Fragrance is indeed a law that applies to Myriad Worlds."

After several months without being disturbed, the Red Mirror Dragon had returned to its old habits, continuing to sleep carefree in the valley.

In the valley just across the mountain, Shazo took out a large pile of glass bottles and handed them to Frieren.

Then he started browsing through his collection, while simultaneously devising his next strategy.

This time, he must ensure the Red Mirror Dragon is suppressed, giving Frieren and Frieren enough time to inject the magic potion into the Red Mirror Dragon's body.

Furthermore, it is necessary to ensure that Frieren can unleash sufficient magical effects to transform the Red Mirror Dragon's body into a magical bacteria culture medium.

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Frieren estimated the entire process would last four hours, or even longer.

During the injection of the potion and the activation of the magic, not only must the Red Mirror Dragon not be allowed to escape, but it must also not be allowed to struggle too violently, so as to avoid prematurely triggering its abnormal magic resistance.

Therefore, Shazo must take this seriously, and most importantly, avoid collapsing the mountain and interrupting the process.

Just as Shazo had figured out his tactics and drew his bladeless greatsword, the Mage were also ready.

Frieren and Frieren used a magic circle to transform the magical potion into long arrows and cast [Arrow-Launching Magic] on them, preparing them for launch.

When everything was ready, Shazo, wielding a blunt heavy sword, leaped down from the mountain peak and slashed the Red Mirror Dragon across the neck.

With a crisp "crack," the Red Mirror Dragon's third cervical vertebra broke instantly.

The giant dragon monster let out a scream, jolting awake from its dream. It recognized Shazo Zuoqian from the familiar pain.

The Red Mirror Dragon was about to retaliate when it discovered that it could not control its body at all; it couldn't even turn its head.

But this wasn't the first time Shazo had broken the monster's neck, so it immediately opened its mouth and spewed out raging flames.

Using the recoil from the flames, the Red Mirror Dragon finally raised its head and spewed dragonfire at Shazo.

Boom!

The entire valley was instantly engulfed in Sea of Fire.