Alibuda Chronicles Part 2: Volume 3, Chapter 4

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Chapter Four: Five hundred years ago

, in my plan, when I threw these documents in front of Narcissus, she would make a certain action. If she did, the success of this plan would be assured.

Sure enough, as soon as I finished speaking, the documents were thrown out. Narcissus, who had only vaguely glanced at the words on them, changed her expression drastically. In an instant, she moved with lightning speed, smashing a seemingly decorative red bead on a nearby lamppost.

"Oh dear, that's scary! What suddenly broke? A big mosquito?"

This was, of course, a mockery. Given the cunning of the Ishtar people, how could they not secretly record such a meeting and conversation, or even eavesdrop and spy on it? However, discussing such a sensitive and important issue, I didn't believe Narcissus would so readily allow others to listen or record.

The following conversation was my way of letting Narcissus know what I knew—a kind of showdown. I wasn't surprised that Ishtar had begun colluding with the Black Dragon Society. Although Narcissas displayed extreme hostility towards the Black Dragon Society at this meeting, these dark mages are all about self-interest at the expense of others. For the sake of supreme interests, what's a little harm in joining forces with yesterday's enemy? Besides, as Narcissas said, if she can't represent Alibuda, how much of the mainstream of Ishtar can she represent?

I only learned yesterday that Ishtar is also divided into two factions. One faction believes that the Black Dragon Society is a pack of wolves and tigers, and that we shouldn't try to cooperate with them. They believe we should unite with the land nations to first attack the Black Dragon Society at sea. The other faction, however, believes that the Black Dragon Society is ultimately a branch of dark mages, and that both sides are people of darkness,

so they should unite to plot hegemony. What's surprising is that Narcissas, whom we've always called a witch or a sorceress, is actually a staunch advocate for excluding the Black Dragon Society. Although I don't know what her motivations are, politically speaking, she is definitely on our side.

Since the peace talks began, one variable after another has emerged. All five major powers are grappling with their future choices, and Ishtar is no exception. When Narcissa failed to demonstrate any "outstanding performance," her political enemies in her home country seized the opportunity to contact the Black Dragon Society. If the two sides reached an agreement first, Narcissa would be recalled to her homeland. While it might appear to be merely a reprimand, even an idiot could see that in that utilitarian and dark country, Narcissa was likely to be taken advantage of and secretly executed by Ishtar as a sacrifice to show her sincerity to the Black Dragon Society. When

I revealed this intelligence, Narcissa initially tried to deny it, but the documents on the table, with their clear records and dates, were overwhelming. It's unlikely that even Narcissa herself possessed such sophisticated intelligence, let alone the Alibuda military. The facts were undeniable; any attempt at denial was futile.

Mao Yan'an once said that negotiation and threats must first exploit the opponent's weaknesses and seize the opportunity to coerce them; only then can they be effective. This information was crucial in how I dealt with Narcissus, and judging from the confusion in her eyes, she probably couldn't have imagined that this information was actually part of the female demon's promotional activities.

Narcissus had been completely honest with me before, but now the topic had suddenly shifted to such a life-or-death matter, leaving her no time to adjust her mindset, and her defenses immediately crumbled. She's a shrewd and decisive woman; as soon as she sensed this, her expression changed, and she insisted I be frank and lay everything out.

"Alright, that's straightforward enough, as expected of the witch of Ishtar. I'll get straight to the point. To align with the interests of both of us, I suggest..."

The conditions I offered weren't just empty words; they were conditions I had genuinely discussed with Mao Yan'an last night, conditions that I anticipated Ryan wouldn't object to. They included trade, lifting trade sanctions, currency and tariff preferences, and even a grand promise regarding the rights Ishtar could enjoy after the establishment of the International Alliance.

However, Mao Yan'an also said that while these things were quite tempting, they were merely incentives to allow Narcissus to report back home once she agreed to the alliance. The most important prerequisite—to truly sway Narcissus—these benefits weren't enough. Therefore, I could only rely on the information provided by Phoenix, hoping to leverage her own safety and interests to persuade her to agree to my suggestion.

However, I still made a mistake, or rather, my strength was ultimately insufficient to intimidate and subdue a ruthless character like Narcissus. Although I possessed crucial intelligence, the pressure I exerted was insufficient. As she slowly calmed down from her shock, a cunning glint flashed in her eyes, and I knew my advantage was gradually eroding.

"Are you finished? I must admit, after today, Ishtar's evaluation of you will have to be reassessed. The men of the Farrell family are indeed not to be underestimated."

Reclining casually on a lounge chair, Narcissa wore only a simple dark purple silk robe that clung smoothly to her beautiful figure. From this angle, her high, firm breasts were clearly visible; the two round, full mounds pressed together with her breath, creating a deep cleavage that made one's breath quicken.

However, while my body felt hot, my heart turned cold, for Narcissa had reverted to her usual alluring demeanor, leisurely playing with her hair. This indicated that I no longer held any advantage; everything depended on the final answer.

"Your terms are indeed quite attractive, but these benefits are all for Ishtar, and have nothing to do with me. They're not very appealing."

"Then… is there any gift that can show our sincerity and change Miss Narcissa's mind?"

"Well… there is something."

Narcissa's words filled me with joy. As long as she's willing to set conditions, Ryan will handle even the most difficult tasks. The worst thing is if she remains unmoved, leaving us like mice trying to pull a turtle, unable to find a starting point, then we'll truly be helpless.

"What I can get is simple. The bio-weapons created by the Pure Mind Zen Society are too powerful; I don't trust them. If Ishtar wants to join the alliance, at least she must master the same technology, especially the technology to control those bio-weapons. Otherwise, how can we feel at ease?"

We're both intelligent people, and I immediately understood Narcissa's meaning. Ishtar is a dark kingdom where strength reigns supreme. Nothing secures power more than overwhelming strength. If they master the Pure Mind Zen Society's bio-weapon technology, the domestic opposition won't be able to touch Narcissa. Whether Ishtar benefits or not, she will be the ultimate winner.

Especially since she just emphasized that what she truly wants isn't the technology to create those monsters, but the technology to control and destroy them—the cultivation techniques of that femme fatale. For a mage, that femme fatale is far more alluring than the scorpion-like giant.

However, this matter is of great importance, and I'm not sure if Ryan will agree. If he doesn't, then there's no point in me making empty promises; it would only waste the negotiation channels I've painstakingly established.

"This... I don't think I can..."

"You seem to have misunderstood me. I'm not trying to make things difficult for you. The key to this matter doesn't lie with the Golden Flower Federation, but with you."

Narcissus sat up halfway on the soft couch, looking at me with a half-smile. "What I want isn't necessarily the venomous soul beast from the Pure Thought Zen Society. In fact, I'm more interested in the summoned beast you used that day. If you can satisfy me, then it's not impossible for me to change my mind." "

What do you mean?"

"It seems you really don't know..."

Narcissus looked thoughtful. After a brief consideration, she smiled mysteriously and raised her eyebrows. "From my perspective, I shouldn't tell you these things, but there are no secrets that stay hidden forever. The bald thief from the Cihang Jingdian will find out your secret sooner or later. Rather than letting you foolishly be used by them, let's just part ways. I'll show you how much value you have now."

Originally, I came to negotiate, but now the positions seemed to have reversed. Narcissus asked me a question very seriously with a serious expression.

"Tell me, who is the strongest person in the world?"

Even a three-year-old on Earth probably knows the answer to this question: the five strongest individuals. As for who is the most revered among these five, due to a lack of reliable combat records, an answer cannot be given. In fact, it is precisely because it is unclear who is the strongest that they are listed as the five strongest. If one were to categorize them further, there are ways to create titles like "the strongest orc," "the strongest swordsman," or "the strongest swordsman," but generally speaking, in the present world, it is impossible for any one person to exclusively hold the title of strongest.

"That's right, these five are indeed the strongest in the world today. But before them? Who else has ever held the title of strongest?"

I know the answer to this question, but it's difficult to say it aloud. Ninety percent of the warriors on Earth know that before the era of the five strongest individuals, the only man to hold the title of strongest and dominate the land for decades was my grandfather, Lant Farrell.

However, while my grandfather's invincible reputation was illustrious, it had two flaws. First, his long and arduous martial arts career was filled with numerous legal and illegal romantic affairs. Compared to his invincible fighting record, his reputation as a "stud" is more widely known, which somewhat diminishes the aura of his unparalleled martial prowess. Second, his invincibility was often likened to "the winner not being among the top three," which became his greatest regret in his later years.

The title of "strongest" only truly shines in an era teeming with powerful figures. In a peaceful age, where martial arts are not flourishing, no matter how strong one trains, one will not receive the recognition they deserve. The glory of standing out among many is the result of genuine trials, not simply the loneliness of being invincible.

During the decades when Grandpa was most active, no outstanding martial artists or mages emerged on the land. So, even though in his later years, no one on earth could withstand seven moves from him, there was always a whisper that "Lant Farrell's invincibility is only because he has never faced a truly strong opponent." For this reason, we never boasted about Grandpa's martial achievements to others, lest we be met with a sarcastic remark. And when Narcissus asked that question, I wondered if she was intentionally being sarcastic.

"The title of 'strongest' cannot be monopolized in the current world. Even if you asked the five strongest individuals themselves, they would each have different answers. Kurosawa Kazuo's magic and martial arts are both divine, Cihang Jingdian's authentic Zen martial arts, and the Farrell clan's Xuanwu True Skill, which combines offense and defense, all have the strength to contend for the title of strongest in martial arts. However, those all refer solely to martial arts cultivation..."

Narcissus looked at me and slowly said, "But if we don't limit ourselves to martial arts and broaden the scope to determine who is the strongest in history, then regardless of which of the five strongest individuals..." Or perhaps it was Grandmaster Lant; they would all give the same answer… “The great mage who was invincible five hundred years ago, who roamed the world with his six summoned beasts, leaving a dark chapter in the earth’s history, and thus ending the Warring States period.”

I was somewhat prepared for what Narcissa would say, but hearing it still shocked me, especially when she told me about the tumultuous events this man, known as “the most lecherous mage in history,” had stirred up five hundred years ago. I couldn’t help but tremble.

Five hundred years ago, the earth was plunged into the Warring States period. More than a hundred different nations fought and slaughtered each other day and night, rivers of blood flowed, and corpses filled the fields. The living dead and the undead, who should have only roamed the graveyards, were everywhere. Even the clear morning sun seemed to be stained with a bloody halo.

The chaos and the brutality of the war were far beyond what we can imagine today. It was not just a chaotic world, but a dark age where order had collapsed and the human world was like a ghost town. Chaotic times always produce heroes. When the most powerful martial arts and dark magic are practiced and created for survival and to avoid being killed, that's a great era that produces many talented individuals and leaves behind countless powerful techniques.

Famit was born in such an era. It is said that he was an abandoned child, found by a lord of a demonic fortress, and raised by a group of skeletons, minotaurs, and necromancers. In this environment, he began to come into contact with magic, and his skills grew stronger day by day as he wandered the land.

It is said that Famit spent the first half of his life wandering aimlessly, his footsteps covering the far reaches of the earth, accompanied by cloud-riding horses, unwilling to get involved in the struggles of worldly forces. However, due to the women he loved, he was ultimately forced to change his mind.

"I cannot become a savior, for I know not how to build; I am merely a destroyer. But I hope... that after this destruction, people can establish a new era."

With this statement as a starting point, Famit, with his godlike magic, and his companions, began to influence the world, carrying out the so-called "Great Purge." Giant stone statues, city-wide three-dimensional magic arrays, forbidden spells to summon super-magical dragons, apocalyptic meteor showers... To fight Famit, his opponents used every powerful magic imaginable, their magic far surpassing that of the mortal realm. For example, a giant three-dimensional magic array capable of gathering and amplifying the energy of an entire city could only be studied in ruins. Even the combined efforts of the seven spirit witches of Ishtar could only summon a single meteor from the heavens, not a meteor shower like the apocalyptic calamity.

The warriors were not idle either; to defeat this formidable foe, they too exerted considerable effort. Besides wielding ancient divine weapons, numerous knights, swordsmen, and bladed warriors researched combined attack formations and self-sacrificing tactics, including techniques that concentrated all their power into a single strike, ending in death from exhaustion. Some even collaborated with mages, fusing their bodies with metallic minerals, or summoning evil spirits and beasts to inhabit their internal organs, transforming themselves into terrifying berserkers and bloodthirsty warriors.

With unparalleled strength and unwavering resolve, the mages and warriors of that time united to wage war against Famit's forces. Due to the chaos of the events, historical records from various countries lacked clear accounts. It was only vaguely known that Famit's unique magic did not belong to any of the six major magical systems, resembling orcish summoning magic in form, but possessing a destructive power surpassing even the most powerful black magic.

This unseen, original magic manifested as six different dark summoned beasts. Protected by these six incredibly powerful summoned beasts, Famit calmly traversed countless calamities, standing proudly on the blood-soaked battlefield.

Although the "Great Purge" targeted neither good nor evil, only strength, its execution was still aimed at rewarding the good and punishing the evil, because in that dark age, the strong were often the bad. In the eight years after Famit officially joined the struggle for supremacy on Earth, countless powerful warriors and mages fell to his hand, forced to choose between following him or the God of the Underworld.

Just how impressive were Famit's achievements? After eight years of turmoil and war, three military superpowers on Earth, roughly the size of the Golden Flower Federation, were dismantled; the Dark God Palace, with its millennia-old heritage, lost its leader and main fighting force in the final battle, with the remaining minor figures exiled overseas, leaving no dark force on Earth capable of counterbalancing the Cihang Jingdian; the number of warriors and mages on Earth plummeted to one-tenth of its former size, resulting in the loss of countless pinnacle achievements in martial arts and magic.

"...The Great Purge truly lived up to its name. After that, the land enjoyed a long period of peace because it was severely weakened. Apart from the bald thieves of the Cihang Temple, there was no other force of any worth mention. We black magic users endured over a hundred years of discrimination and expulsion,"

Narcissus said. "It wasn't until Ishtar established its kingdom in the border desert and the Black Dragon Society rose in the East Sea that the land gradually became more interesting, no longer a world where those bald thieves could control everything. Not long after the Great Purge, Famit disappeared, followed by news of his death. His techniques for creating and controlling those six summoned beasts were lost. However... logically speaking, it would be reasonable for them to have passed on to the Cihang Temple, since they were on the same side during the Great Purge. So why did it end up in your hands? That's something I really don't understand."

I remained silent. The process of obtaining the erotic magic book was absurd and bizarre to begin with, and even now, thinking about it, it still seemed strange. Yet, the entire book didn't mention any dark summoned beasts; at most, it was called an "erotic beast. "

A erotic beast that could fight against stone statues and meteor showers? Even if you killed me, I wouldn't believe it.

"So, you should now understand how tempting and dangerous a piece of meat you are to the Cihang Jingdian. They will never allow another Famit to appear. Of course, you have the same allure for me."

Narcissus's smile radiated a mesmerizing temptation, especially her subsequent words.

"Weren't you going to tempt me with something? What are you waiting for?"

The development of events was unexpected, but overall, it was developing in my favor. At least with Narcissus, the problem had been resolved. I just had to make a choice and see how to satisfy her demands.

Narcissa is now making it clear that she wants Famit's magical secrets, and she's taking a hard-line stance, determined to get them. It seems she won't budge on the contract unless she gets Famit's magic.

The problem is, she can dream all she wants, but the erotic magic book I have doesn't mention a single word about dark summoning beasts. Even if I were willing to share the erotic magic, it would be a far cry from what she wants, and any negotiation would likely end badly.

Besides, I'm not an idiot. If I really handed it over, Narcissa, wanting to keep the secret for herself, would definitely try to kill me to cover it up. Wouldn't I be shooting myself in the foot? I can't afford to do something so unprofitable.

I racked my brains but couldn't come up with a solution, yet I felt a sense of relief. It was only the second day, and significant progress had been made. Although Narcissus would be a tough hurdle, Mao Yan'an was cunning and resourceful; a little discussion with him might allow us to use some deception to get through

. With a breakthrough on Ishtar's side, the next target was Solancia. The elven prince, Lunfiel, seemed mentally unstable, but he was undeniably shrewd and capable. Whether the information Phoenix gave me would be effective against him was uncertain; only a trial would tell.

"Dark summons… If only they were that powerful! If I had such things, would I still be struggling here?"

Narcissus's words truly shocked me. Imagining Famit's unparalleled power back then—having the means to dismantle the three most powerful military nations and destroy the Dark Temple—it was clear he could also dismantle the Golden Flower Federation and destroy the Light Temple in today's world. What terrifying power that was! No wonder he's considered "the strongest man in history." But if what he used was indeed erotic magic, why can't I sense similar power from the erotic magic book? Besides things like erotic beasts and erotic insects, the last technique in the magic book is the Hellish God of Lust. However, the few times I tried using the Hellish God of Lust's soul beast, its destructive power wasn't as great as I expected, and it consumed more stamina than anticipated. It wasn't a very useful technique.

If I really had some dark summoned beast, would I...? Although it's just wishful thinking, this hypothesis is very tempting. I stood there for quite a while until the carriage turned onto Yunyang Street, where I was startled awake by the noise outside.

Originally, I wanted to buy some tools, so I ordered the driver to take me to Yunyang Street. However, when I arrived, it seemed more lively than usual, as if something was attracting a crowd.

(How strange... Is some store having a big sale?)

My curiosity piqued, I ordered the driver to slowly pull the carriage in. Peeking through the curtain woven from a string of wooden beads, I witnessed a scene that nearly made me explode with rage.

My next scheduled negotiation partner, Renfell Granas Stedin, the second prince of Solancia, was leisurely strolling through the streets.

He liked to go shopping, which was none of my business, but he wasn't alone; he was accompanied by a companion. Unfortunately, I not only recognized his female companion, but I knew her very well—so well that I almost grabbed the driver by the throat in anger. She

had long, bright orange hair, thin and straight... Elf ears, a petite and slender body, all wrapped in a neat light blue military uniform. The embroidered patterns on her shoulders indicated her current rank as a high-ranking officer. However, when she occasionally removed her glasses, wiping them and flashing a smile, one could only recognize her as a very beautiful elven girl.

Leng Linglan's technical director, a highly anticipated rising star among the creators, accompanied by the second prince of Solancia, strolled along Yunyang Street to pick up items she had recently ordered. This news was not only newsworthy, but the very appearance of the two of them was the focus of everyone's attention, especially for me, who was seething with rage among the crowd.

(Damn it, this pretty boy elf! I didn't even bother looking for him, yet he came to me like this, and he even dared to steal my woman! If I don't get revenge, how am I supposed to face anyone?

Zhizhi was someone Solancia desperately wanted to win over, and they even launched a surprise attack for her last time. It's no surprise that Lunfiel would personally come. I saw Zhizhi standing beside him from afar, smiling happily and brightly. Lunfiel, on the other hand, was completely different from his bold image on the stage that day. Every word and smile of his was extremely refined and elegant, perfectly displaying his consideration for women. This scene naturally drew murmurs of admiration from the crowd around him, but I was the only one in the carriage who was about to explode with anger.)

"Driver, take us back to the manor. We don't need to buy anything else."

I angrily ordered the driver, heading straight back to the manor. I planned to discuss with Mao Yan'an how to use the available information to retaliate against Lun Fei'er for his vicious acts of stealing my woman and harming me.

The carriage traveled several streets before suddenly stopping. I looked out the window and saw a procession passing by, which was why the carriage had stopped. One of the women in the procession saw the carriage and ordered the procession to proceed, while she herself rode towards us. It was none other than Leng Linglan!

I was startled. Everything was already a mess; I hoped this cunning woman wouldn't choose this moment to cause me trouble. I quickly ordered the driver to pull the carriage into a nearby alley to avoid the limelight. The order had barely been given when a thought struck me, and I suddenly realized something very important.

Since the attack on the manor that day, Zhizhi had been under tight protection, cut off from all contact with the outside world. Even I couldn't find her. How did Lunfeier find her and even openly go out shopping with her? Leng Linglan couldn't possibly be unaware of these things. Therefore, the most likely scenario is that everything was approved by Leng Linglan; she permitted Zhizhi to appear in public.

Leng Linglan should have at least heard about the predicament Ryan was facing. Now that the Golden Flower Federation and Alibuda are in the same boat, if the peace talks fail, the Golden Flower Federation will certainly suffer losses, and Alibuda will also find itself in an awkward position. Therefore, in order to gain the support of Solancia, Zhizhi has become a highly valuable asset.

(Well, so she resorts to such tricks. Just you wait and see…)

I cursed inwardly, about to urge the driver to speed up and exit through the other end of the alley, when Leng Linglan appeared like a whirlwind, rushing to block the way.

Leng Linglan arrived quickly; the guards surrounding the carriage and the driver were all startled. When her cold gaze swept over them, without even a utterance, these bystanders automatically left, not daring to utter a word, quickly disappearing like defeated dogs with their tails between their legs.

From this perspective, Leng Linglan might not only be the most arousing sexual fantasy for Sara men, but also the most unsettling iceberg for them. Especially for some less daring soldiers who had long been under her military might, Leng Linglan's aura was no longer just icy arrogance, but a chilling killing intent.

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