On the sa day, the Royal dical Society’s "Hippocrates Level 2 dal" and two newspapers featuring the resolution of "Scurvy" by Navy Major were delivered into Aiven’s hands.
They were the "Beckler Post," representing the kingdom’s voice, and the "Navigator Daily," which held great influence among sailors, navigators, and even pirates.
Both newspapers praised the great significance of this solution and its inventor, Major Aiven Galliot, extensively in their main sections.
As his reputation spread quietly, Aiven acquired new labels. He was no longer just the unknown descendent of a destitute noble family, living off the remaining glory of his ancestors.
However, he was in a relatively unfamiliar environnt.
Apart from his coeval trainees and a few necessary informants, few could associate this na with the current trainee Aiven, thus sparing him quite a bit of trouble.
In fact, upon seeing these two public publications, Aiven knew that the upper echelons of the kingdom clearly didn’t intend to keep the secret long-term to maintain their own first-mover advantage.
After all, once these thods were disclosed, they held no value, lacking any technical content. It was better to utilize the confidentiality period to gain sufficient benefits from allies, and also earn a reputation for not hoarding the benefits alone.
So.
Instead of serving to sing Aiven’s praises, these newspapers were bidding docunts for allies and potential custors... inviting those willing to take the bait.
Soon, within just two or three days, the city was swept away with new information, and Aiven’s popularity faded. To the general public, it was like ripples on the lake surface, transiently agitating before swiftly returning to calm.
Yet, in one place, so people were unmistakably not part of the forgetful masses.
New Inn Port, a certain unfathomable secret place.
The sky was quite low, filled with gray smoky clouds. The combined space below the smokey clouds might only be the size of a typical small town in the outside world.
Only, the sight here was anything but ordinary.
The town seed like a precise whole, with neatly planned workshops as its muscles, steel structured constructions as its bones, and surging molten iron as its blood.
Moreover, human-shaped constructions were thodically engaged in large-scale equipnt manufacturing, bustling transport machinery, and towering chimneys interspersed, forming a steel jungle.
Although only a few real people could be seen, the bustling scene filled this steel-like cold hardness with vitality and energy.
This tiny space seed to be a future world transcending its era, a true construct town universalized by constructed creatures, a human miracle created by great Alchemy!
Second Princess Liweina stood atop the steel tower in the middle of the Alchemy Town, in front of a spacious study’s floor-to-ceiling window, watching the unique "scenery" outside, which never ceased to sincerely astonish her, no matter how many tis she observed it.
This was a mysterious miracle the wizards referred to as the "Witchcraft Garden."
The gray mist transford into a giant do that completely enveloped the entire town, separating it thoroughly from the external space.
At the horizon and between the town’s land, was the sa grayish sea water. Besides its odd color, it bore no difference to the real ocean outside.
In this space, more attention-grabbing than the busy construction workshops, was the warship docked at the pier, a genuine Steel Giant Beast—The Legendary Battleship "Steam Fortress"!
The entire ship was silver-gray, constructed from Alchemy-enchanted steel. Its length exceeded one hundred and twenty ters, with a displacent of five thousand tons, powered by a similarly modified steam engine.
The hull bore no sails, the whole deck was densely packed with Alchemy fire cannons. The hedgehog-like appearance, at a rough glance, revealed over a hundred, ard to the teeth!
Just quietly moored there, it appeared like a floating iron fortress on the water surface, the ager brains of mortals incapable of picturing the scene when all cannons were fired at once upon setting it in motion.
This belonged to the Phaletis Kingdom’s ultimate state-suppressing artifact!
"Is such a great creation truly a human masterpiece? No matter how many tis I behold it, it unfailingly invokes a soul-deep shock." Staring at that steel giant warship, at this mont, Liweina had completely lost the dignity of a Crown Prince, mumbling in an ethereal gaze, clearly already captivated by this magnificent Alchemy creation.
"Your Highness, recognizing humanity’s greatness isn’t arrogance; it’s a testant to humans abandoning humility. The brilliance of human civilization will eventually illuminate the world, no longer subjugating to Demons, Evil Spirits, or the high and mighty Gods.
Humans will eventually dictate their own Destiny. Although the steam engine has just begun popularizing, perhaps in your generation, you might witness that grand mont."
Behind her, Duke of Princeton, holding a cup of red tea, sat in a chair with a slight smile, speaking in a calm tone, yet brimming with confidence in Alchemy technology.
Knock knock knock...
"Co in."
A bulky administrator in a black robe pushed the door open and walked in. His hood was now down, revealing a round tallic head lacking complete facial features, except for three round blue gemstones embedded on it.
Clearly, the librarian who received Aiven’s application that day was indeed a construction creature.
In its hand, it held a newspaper, bringing it before Principal Princeton, speaking in its chanical voice: "Principal, I think you should take a look at this."
"Oh? Major Aiven Galliot... ’Pioneer of the greatest discovery in the past decade’... ’Favored by the Goddess’... ’The epito of the kingdom’s soldiers’?"
Upon opening the newspaper’s headline, Grand Duke showed a smile of interest, asking the administrator: "I recall, this young man also submitted a borrowing application, right?"
"Yes, Your Excellency! The initial review was excellent, and the subsequent assessnt is complete. However, Mr. Aiven’s family was forrly Ilya’s feudal nobility, not entirely kingdom nationals, needing your personal confirmation for granting associate mbership."
It was in charge of the subsequent assessnt, naturally quite clear about Aiven’s situation.
"That’s not an issue, ’Violet Eye’ isn’t an isolated national organization. Given his contributions to the kingdom, joining the association or even becoming a full mber, his rits are sufficient.
Even if such talent belongs to a rival nation, he should be held in our grasp.
Go ahead and issue it!"
As the administrator left with the principal’s approved docunt.
Liweina, who had been listening with interest, asked: "Principal, is it Aiven, the one who defeated the out-of-control Wack Wells?"
"Indeed, every ti I hear his na, it brings a little surprise to . How this young man evolves in the future is sothing I greatly anticipate." Having recruited another talent, Princeton was noticeably in a good mood.
"Does he possess such potential?" The second princess was sowhat astonished. Though the academy housed many outstanding talents, few received such praise from the principal.
Instead of answering Liweina directly, the elder posed a seemingly unrelated question to her.
"When it cos to apprentice levels, let’s not speak of them. Many school wizards, even at the formal level, may not possess any strong combat abilities, nor other extraordinary professions’ consolidated extraordinary skills.
Clearly, the wizard profession isn’t inherently stronger than other extraordinaries in terms of force.
Yet why are wizards considered a profession capable of threatening Gods, and thus heavily suppressed?"
Seeing her fallen into contemplation, Principal Princeton continued:
"The strength of a wizard solely relies on the knowledge they possess. Without protection from serialization and without the reinforcent of extraordinary skills, they are also free from serialization restraints and are not limited by any mysterious source.
Theoretically, they possess limitless potential and creativity!
And in this young man, I see that potential."
"Threaten Gods? Limitless potential and creativity?!"
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