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

The most formidable adversaries in this realm remain the greedy Evil Gods and the stirring ancient beasts...

As the Imperial Guardian, Pantoscoke felt willing to offer the foe an opportunity provided no grave errors occurred. Yet should the rival persist in defiance, Rein would swiftly return them to the Goddess's welcoming arms...

Truth be told, during that earlier clash, he had held back, employing merely around half his capabilities.

To him, Pantoscoke posed no true challenge, and with his escalating might and swift advancement, the gap between them would only widen further.

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

Earlier, atop the Shirendil Plateau, Sect Leader Moria had tasked him with handling the assessment for the school's elevation.

Regarding the wager, he was certain that even with a hundred opportunities, the Drum Family wouldn't dare renege on their promise.

Meanwhile.

In the lively spectator stands, the graceful woman Jennifer gripped Cleya and Lagaray's hands with thrill, her excitement refusing to settle.

"Is this Lady Jennifer? I'm Davis, and I've heard that your Warhammer and Rose Commerce is looking for business allies in the Imperial City?" Duke Davis, who had been positioned in the row behind the three women, now stepped forward alongside his wife, a smile on his face.

"Ah... Duke Davis, what an honor to encounter you!"

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

At that moment, a fresh notion, one she hadn't pondered earlier, flashed through Jennifer's thoughts—maybe Duke Davis was aiming to...

"That's splendid! By chance, my Laurel Chamber of Commerce seeks to broaden its ventures. Would it be a privilege to join forces with your enterprise, madam?" Duke Davis expressed himself with utmost courtesy.

All the nearby nobles gazed at Duke Davis with jealous admiration.

What a talent he has for grasping chances— 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? Partnering up? What for? Don't kid yourselves!

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

"Madam, you're far too gracious. It's equally a privilege for the Laurel Chamber of Commerce," Duke Davis inclined his head and offered a courteous smile.

Following some light conversation, Duke Davis departed with his spouse.

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

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

...

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

"Lord Rein, from the cheers resounding outside, I sensed your victory was assured," remarked Olena, the poised and capable young lady, a faint flush coloring her alluring cheeks.

Still, her lovely gaze scanned her lord's Wizard Robe, free of any creases, and his brow lacking even a bead of perspiration, leaving her inwardly more astonished.

It appeared far too pristine!

He could have just slipped it on fresh, showing scarce signs of having fought a bout.

Earlier, Rein had mentioned it would require only a short while, which had briefly left her in shock. Yet now, reckoning the duration, the span from entering to leaving hadn't reached a complete ten minutes.

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

"Understood, my lord."

...

At that instant.

Within the Wizard Federation, two striking and unique young women chatted animatedly with a wizard at the Late Stage of Second Level Liquidation.

"Lord Ronan, while the set time is nine in the morning, as I mentioned earlier, Sect Leader Moria traveled to the Shirendil Plateau and will arrive a touch delayed, but Lord Rein should reach here soon."

"Elevating a prominent wizard school, yet your Sect Leader skips attending in person? Is it because of a call from the Empire?" Ronan responded with irritation.

He oversaw the coordination for school elevations, and across centuries, the procedure for promoting wizard schools had settled into a standard routine. But this marked his initial encounter with such a case, where a school dispatched merely two First Level Fogging wizards for the elevation.

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

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

She remembered it was Lord Rein who had asked the Sect Leader, Deputy Sect Leader, instructors, and other vital figures to proceed straight to the Shirendil Plateau. More accurately, it wasn't an official directive from the Empire.

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

"However, Lord Ronan, once Lord Rein concludes his duel, he'll hurry over right away. Might you grant a bit of flexibility?"

"Lord Rein? Yes, the slayer of 'Carver' Harold—quite the feat. But rules remain rules. No matter his strength, your Lord Rein holds no sway here. For school promotion, the Sect Leader must manage it themselves." Ronan couldn't suppress a mocking grin.