Early in the morning, Iseda walked down the street with light steps, two specialized books on crop composting techniques tucked beneath his arm.
As Mr. Mo's prized disciple, Iseda was not skilled in battle qi, and his magical power was merely at the upper tier of the Human Rank. He could only be considered an utterly ordinary little mage. But he was highly learned, and that was Iseda's greatest advantage.
From finance to metallurgy, from agriculture to medicine, Iseda possessed exceptional attainments. He was also proficient in more than a dozen languages of different races. At not yet thirty years old, he had become a professor at Fifth University; clearly, his learning matched his position.
Watching the hardworking men and women on the street with ease, Iseda revealed a restrained smile of self-satisfaction.
Unlike these ordinary folk, scrambling like flies and dogs without knowing what future lay ahead, Iseda knew clearly what he could accomplish and what he needed. He had an excellent plan for his life and future. He looked down on these worldly men and women who haggled over three or five copper coins. In his eyes, such crude people, who could not even recognize a single written word, should not even exist in this world.
Several Copper Hats carrying short copper-clad police batons strolled past. Iseda watched these mediocre Copper Hats with mocking eyes.
Good public security required education to enlighten the people's minds; it required harsh systems and laws. Relying on Copper Hats who might themselves be evildoers—how could the imperial capital's security possibly be any good? Sometimes Iseda even wondered: if he were the imperial capital's Minister of Public Security, if he were the Empire's Minister of Internal Affairs, or even if he were the Empire's Chancellor—nay, if he were the Empire's Emperor...
The Empire