Demon Royal Family

The process of [Magic Pump] is very complicated, and it took half a month to complete the preliminary preparations.

In the basement of the lord's longhouse, an enchantment place was built, with complex magic circles like vines carved on the ground.

Ivo sat in the center of the magic circle, with two enchanters standing around him. Old man Cohen held a spell book in one hand and muttered a spell. The free elements slowly condensed into a pale golden light ball, floating in his palm.

The two enchanters next to them held short wands and touched the pale golden light group, dragging a faint golden powder trail in the air, as if a painter dipped a paintbrush in color, and the top of the wand with a pale golden light touched the azure. On the periphery of the mana furnace tattoo, elements and mana are used as pigments, and a complex [magic pump] tattoo is slowly outlined on Ivo's back.

Ivo hissed, and there was a burning pain in his back, like a hot iron burning his skin.

The process of portable enchantment is complicated, using mana and elements to connect nerves and muscles, just like implanting a new limb.

Ivo felt a new body sensation on his back, just like the feeling when Augusta implanted the mana furnace. Even though he had experienced it once, it still felt very novel.

After a while, the light ball in Cohen's hand was exhausted.

A circle of pale golden magic patterns like petals became the sixth circle of the azure mana furnace tattoo. Ivo felt that the mana furnace was completely sealed, which also blocked Augusta's five-year restriction on him.

Ivo stood up and touched his back, feeling the slightly raised and complex lines.

"It's done." Old Man Cohen nodded.

[Magic Pump] solved the time bomb on him, Ivo looked relaxed and put on his big cloak.

Seal the mana furnace so that Ivo's time is no longer pressing. He will still complete Augusta's agreement. Ivo cannot use the mana furnace before meeting the Pope.

…

The enrollment process for Hurricane Academy has begun.

Appropriate students in the territory enthusiastically signed up, and there were more than 3,000 people. As the honorary principal, Ivo proposed to recruit only 800 people, and select the talented ones among them to ensure the quality of the students. Polanco and Mapoyav totally agree.

The Hurricane Academy campus was still under construction, and the people who came to sign up were so crowded that they passed the threshold. Polanco, sweating profusely, shouted to them to line up in an orderly manner, but it was of no use.

Ivo came over after hearing the news, looked at the sea of ​​people in front of him, took a deep breath, his lungs faintly vibrated, and shouted in a low voice: "Everyone, please be quiet!"

The sound spread out under the power of his powerful lungs, suppressing the noise. When the crowd saw the lord speaking, they all quieted down and lined up obediently.

"It's your words that will help." Polanco wiped away the cold sweat.

Ivo was about to leave when a teenage boy in the crowd asked hesitantly: "Lord, will you teach in the academy?"

Everyone looked at Ivo with expectant expressions.

Ivo and Polanco looked at each other helplessly and sighed: "Maybe."

The crowd roared and talked enthusiastically.

"That's great, the lord actually teaches the class himself!"

"I must join Hurricane Academy!"

"Lord, I want to have a child with you!"

Ivo quickly looked over and became furious, "Come here, lock that big man up for three days!"

The crowd was rioting, and the scene was about to get out of control. Ivo could only shout to be quiet, and the scene was in chaos.

Polanco smiled helplessly. Ivo's influence was greater than that of Hurricane Academy. At least half of the people who joined the academy came because of Ivo.

…

The construction of the territory is in full swing, and the city is gradually taking shape. With the construction of the city, Ivo's reputation is getting higher and higher, and it is at its peak.

The war was at a stalemate, with no notable movements for many days. Many Lassese soldiers were regretting that Ivo did not continue to participate in the war. On the contrary, the enemies were grateful that they did not have to fight Ivo.

Aiweier, who was redeemed, quit the army, and there was no news of her on the battlefield.

Ivo put down the information and went to the balcony with the wine glass. The lord's longhouse had been renovated. His room was on the top floor and he could see far away. He silently looked at the long defense wall in the distance while shaking the wine glass.

"What are you thinking about?" Nafi came over and stood side by side with him, staring at Ivo sideways.

"Times have changed..." Ivo took a sip of wine.

"Time is an incredible thing that can sculpt everything, whether it is material or human nature."

Ivo raised his eyelids and grabbed the lord's cloak. The fur felt soft to the touch. He whispered: "A year ago, I couldn't imagine that I would be able to reach such a height in the not-too-distant future. Look at this life. The flourishing territory, look at the bunkers that give people a sense of security around them, they seem to have appeared inadvertently. Is it because I changed the environment according to my own wishes, or is it because time is pushing me forward."

"What’s wrong with you?"

"I just have some time to relax and sigh a little bit."

Nafei held his hand and smiled sweetly, "It's okay, I'll sigh with you."

Ivo laughed and drank the wine in one gulp. His back was as straight as a spear that could pierce the sky.

"I'm so lucky to have you by my side through this war."

Nafi lowered her head and chuckled happily.

…

Somewhere unknown, unknown location, unknown time.

Black Lion holds three things in his hand. One is a bead that looks like solidified blood, one is a pure black rusty metal nail, and the other is a strange gray smoke. It is obviously powerless, but it can be held by Black Lion. .

"Sir, please wait a moment. I'm looking for the enchantment process." The mage in front of him was sweating profusely and searching among the magic books on the floor.

Black Lion said slowly: "Don't worry."

This mage wore a strange metal mask that covered the upper half of his face. The exposed skin was covered with burn marks, as if the mask was welded to his face and could never be taken off.

"Sir, I found it." The masked mage got up and spread out a dusty book, which contained an extremely complicated process for enchanting props, and enchanting materials were written next to it.

The Mimic's hard work.

The Witcher's Soul Nail.

Rest in peace the water soul of the sea.

Black Lion threw three things into the hands of the masked mage, "Make what I want."

The masked mage lowered his head deeply, "Understood."

…

At a port in Frigga, the church's ships were docked at the pier. The dockworkers around them paid attention and saluted from a distance, and nearby ships shunned them.

Orona walked off the deck, wearing a white priest's uniform and a silver Templar armor. His target was Ivo. The Holy See was unwilling to intervene in the war, so he decided to act on his own.

"Wait a moment."

The captain came down, pipe in mouth, and threw a messenger badge to Orona.

Orona frowned, connected the badge, and heard the voice of a big shot from the Inquisition.

"come back."

"Why?" Orona sounded confused.

"Ivo Harrican has become a key figure in the Northland War. His life and death are related to the direction of the war. It is different from before. No member of the Holy See is allowed to take action against him, and secret operations are not allowed. The Holy See Must remain neutral.”

Orona clenched the badge tightly, with an angry look on his face, "No matter what identity the heretic is, he must die. It is my duty to kill the heretic!"

"Come back!" The big man's tone left no room for doubt.

Click, the communication badge was crushed by Orona.

The captain puffed out a puff of smoke, glanced sideways at this guy who was the son of God but was willing to become a night watchman, and asked lazily: "Are you going back, or are you staying?"

Orona's face was livid, and she turned around and walked onto the boat.

"When the war is over, you will die... Ivo Harricon!" Orona said to himself, with a sinister tone.

The captain shrugged, "Load anchor and set sail."

(End of Volume 2)