Alibuda Chronicles Volume 9: Chapter 1 Flying Chariot

Someone once said, "Good fortune may be a harbinger of misfortune, and misfortune may be a harbinger of good fortune." Another said, "A loss may turn out to be a blessing in disguise." Human destiny, both good and bad, is often unpredictable.

You might prepare a large sum of money to bribe a powerful figure, believing your career will be smooth sailing from then on. But the next day, that powerful figure is exposed as a traitor, labeled a rebel, and you and your entire family are sentenced to death.

You might land a seemingly secure, lucrative job, only to have your business collapse the following year. Not only will you lose your salary, but you'll also be burdened by the company's debts, facing a group of creditors protesting with coffins.

You might painstakingly save some money for a holiday trip, only to encounter an accident or bandits, resulting in the death of your entire family.

Life is full of countless coincidences; no one knows whether good fortune or misfortune will lie ahead.

Even at an amusement park, you might encounter armed deserters. There are simply too many unpredictable things in this world.

Just like me, when I was first sent to the border, who would have thought I'd run into a pathetic Blood Nightmare Mage who'd be scrambling to give me his head and a great achievement?

When I returned to the capital, Sara, as a hero who "conquered Martinles Fortress," how could I have predicted that not long after, I'd be publicly humiliated by that bitch Leng Linglan and forced to flee Sara in a sorry state?

The people of Sara also couldn't have imagined that in just a year and a few months, the disgrace of Alibuda, who had practically crawled away from the capital, would achieve extraordinary feats abroad, expose the Black Dragon Society's ambitions, and alert the nations of the land to their sinister plots, prompting a united front against them.

In the words of the renowned East Sea Dragon Maiden Li Huamei, it was this young man named John Farrell who risked his life to expose the Black Dragon Society's conspiracy. Because of this factor, coupled with his eccentric father's immense influence, when various countries held a summit to discuss suppressing the Black Dragon Society's power, they treated Alibuda with considerable courtesy. He gained both face and substance, ultimately attributing this to the young general's achievements.

Xia Hua and Dong Xue were both among the Four Heavenly Maidens; however, compared to Tianhe Xueqiong, who had long secluded herself on a remote mountain, rarely seen by ordinary people, Li Huamei, who had bravely resisted tyranny in the East Sea and earned the title of the strongest martial artist, was definitely a level above them in terms of prestige. To receive such high praise from her was enough to make up for the face lost before Tianhe Xueqiong.

Moreover, this young hero also found a spiritual treasure in the Southern Barbarian Lands, seemingly possessing the ability to foresee the future, and urgently sent it back to the country, preventing a disaster.

The very night after the spiritual lamp arrived, His Majesty the King and several ministers held a banquet to admire the treasures. After several rounds of drinks, an assassin suddenly broke in. The attack happened suddenly, catching the guards off guard. His Majesty the King, caught off guard, grabbed porcelain cups and bowls from the table and

threw them haphazardly. Just as the assassin was about to succeed, His Majesty the King touched the magic lamp and threw it at the assassin. The cursed lamp suddenly exploded, and the assassin was torn to pieces, dying instantly. "A magic lamp that explodes when presented is not allowed. The presenter should be kicked out. However, considering his creativity and the gimmick that saved His Majesty the King, let's give him two more chances."

A nonsensical statement, and I don't know which court official said it, but anyway, the credit for saving His Majesty the King from assassination was inexplicably attributed to me.

"Nephew, congratulations! Another achievement!"

"Perhaps, but I'm a little curious. If that assassin had acted later, or if that faulty magic lamp had exploded earlier, what message would the imperial envoy who came to the Southern Barbarians to find me have conveyed?"

Just like my conversation with Uncle Mao Yan'an after learning about this, life is truly full of irony!

In short, I managed to get away with it again. Because of these two great achievements, I once again became a young hero of the military. A luxurious carriage was specially sent to pick me up and bring me into the city, with cannons firing along the way. Although no important officials came to greet me, a large number of people lined the streets to welcome me.

The carriage door was emblazoned with the double-headed dragon emblem of Alibuda, pulled by three strong horses. Sitting in the magnificent, golden carriage was John Farrell, the most outstanding young general in the current Alibuda military. The people along the way gathered on both sides of the deep red carpet, cheering and waving their arms, as if welcoming a triumphant hero, shouting without reservation.

I sat in the carriage, watching the scenery outside, letting the familiar sights I hadn't seen for a year and a half slowly recede before my eyes, my thoughts surging.

Violet would be too much trouble with us, so before entering the city, I drugged her dinner. Then, while she was unconscious, I had the military treat her like special cargo, and she was already sent to the Earl's mansion in the city.

"Master, Alibuda is completely different from the Southern Barbarians! The people are so warm and the streets look so beautiful."

"I heard the streets of the Golden Flower Federation are even neater and more magnificent. If you like it, from now on, be a good girl and I'll take you to the Golden Flower Federation next time I have a holiday."

Sitting opposite me, Ah Xue glanced at me, said hastily, and then turned her gaze back to the bustling crowd outside.

“But… the people of the Golden Flower Federation won’t welcome you like these people…”

Hearing her say that, I remembered that this silly girl had always admired my past illustrious military achievements and desperately wanted to visit Sara to see the place where I grew up. So, ever since she learned we were going back to Sara, she had been restless with excitement. After entering the city in the carriage, she kept peeking around, eager to see all of Sara’s sights. She was far more excited than I was about the large crowds cheering around the red carpet.

On the way back to Alibuda, we didn’t waste any time and continued to instruct Ah Xue in magic.

Although the teacher wasn’t a renowned master and the student was a novice, no one could deny that this girl had a real talent for magic. Moreover, with her past magical power as a foundation, she learned various dark magic spells very quickly. As long as she memorized the incantations, she could quickly overcome technical difficulties and grow at a leapfrog pace.

There was only one thing that left me wondering. After leaving the Southern Barbarian Lands, Ah Xue would sometimes inexplicably blush and feel dizzy. These symptoms became more frequent after we left Misty Valley Village, and she often asked to rest along the way. I initially thought she might have something on her mind, but she always kept quiet with a blushing face. Later, I discovered that this often occurred after she finished her black magic training.

Whether she had encountered some problems in her training was puzzling, but the results were quite remarkable. When we finally arrived in the capital of Alibuda, Ah Xue, through rigorous training, had already reached the fifth level of magic. She was no longer comparable to a mediocre, half-baked magic apprentice or trainee, but a truly recognized level of magician.

I wasn't surprised by this result, but I wasn't satisfied either. Although her skill was impressive, Ah Xue's black magic was hastily learned; her understanding of magical mechanics and spell physics was completely superficial and incomplete.

Many apprentice magicians, limited by their natural talent, can only reach the third or fourth level of magic power after twenty years of diligent practice—a mediocre level. However, a good magician is not merely one with powerful magic.

Since the incantation disappears from the mind after each spell, a basic requirement for a good magician is the ability to compose spells independently. Each spell is constructed according to specific principles; understanding these principles eliminates the need for rote memorization, allowing for improvisation.

If this isn't possible… magicians are inherently slower at casting spells, and frantically flipping through booklets to memorize them after each cast is incredibly inefficient. In actual combat, they would be wiped out by knights and warriors, ending up dead in the streets.

Once you understand the general principles, writing spells isn't difficult. The problem is, for someone who hasn't studied magical mechanics or spell physics, it's impossible to grasp the myriad magical principles. The manual I obtained from Blood Nightmare is a treasure in the eyes of dark mages, but it can't possibly be written in detail from the basics. Therefore, if Ah Xue wants to make real progress, some basic education is necessary.

However, even the old man is grumbling, "What a waste it is for a perfectly good girl to become a necromancer!"

Generally speaking, mages excel at long-range attacks and don't have innate physical strength differences, making it a popular career path for women. Light magic for dispelling curses and purifying souls, and dark magic with powerful destructive force, both look beautiful when cast, so light and dark magic still make up the majority of female mages.

However, most female dark mages only form contracts with dark gods, learning spells that borrow power from them. They avoid necromancy, a branch of dark magic that requires constant contact with spirits and corpses, like the plague.

In terms of sheer power, when a necromancer cultivates to the point where they can cast spells using thousands of undead, the destructive force is truly earth-shattering, enough to terrify even ghosts and gods. Just looking at the numerous powerful dark artifacts, all related to controlling spirits, gives us a glimpse into this. But even so, facing rotting corpses and wandering spirits every day is still an unbearable and disgusting experience for the living, much like how a coroner, despite earning a high income, can never find a wife or friends.

Although Ah Xue didn't say it aloud, her resolute attitude suggests that she is inevitably heading down this path. The promise she made to the winged children by the Southern Barbarian Blood Pool; the way she danced lightly among the purple and blue ghost flames in Misty Valley Village, like a dark saintess, absorbing and soothing the spirits—all these glimpses reveal the path she will take in life.

The angel of light, fallen into a dark succubus—this change seems to be exactly what I had hoped for, yet it also feels different, leaving me bewildered…

“Master, you’re very different today, unlike usual.”

Ah Xue turned her head back from the carriage window, looked at me, and said somewhat embarrassedly. I scoffed, “What’s different? You’re not necessarily dressed particularly handsomely. You’re still the same person in a different place.”

“But…you seem to be thinking about something all day, and if you were sitting in the carriage like this normally…”

Ah Xue suddenly lowered her head, blushing, “Master, you’d have made me kneel down and lick your rotten thing.”

“What?” I roared in fury, slamming my hand heavily on the cushion beside me, “You dare call mine a rotten thing? Then what kind of stinking slut are you, you big-breasted bitch?”

"No, no!" Shocked and frightened, Ah Xue seemed about to cry as she tugged at my sleeve, saying, "It was Master who said that every time those places are mentioned, we have to use the most vulgar words, so people say they're rotten things."

Oh, I almost forgot myself. After venting in Ah Xue's anus last time, I set a new step in the Saintess Defilement Plan. Originally, I wanted her to learn to say words like "penis" and "slut," but I forgot that this little idiot has language problems, and this is what happened.

Thinking of this, my expression softened, and I pulled Ah Xue into my arms, patting and comforting her gently, saying softly, "Master was thinking about some important things just now, so I didn't notice this. I'm sorry."

As I spoke, I slipped my hand inside Ah Xue's collar, ignoring her soft panting and resistance, and grabbed her full, round breasts. They were H-cup, so large that one hand couldn't even grasp them; I could only feel their warm, slippery texture.

"Master... what are you thinking about?"

I enjoyed the bouncy feel of her palm and said seriously, "Master was just thinking about those orphans and poor people we saw before entering the city. I wonder how they are now. Sigh, I hope they are safe and sound."

"Master, you're so kind."

It's not like there are widows and widows sticking their butts out for me to take advantage of. What do those orphans and poor people have to do with me? But seeing Ah Xue so moved, actively offering her full, round breasts to my palm, I still felt that this white lie was meaningful.

My fingers touched her tender nipples, and with just a little stimulation, Ah Xue's beautiful face turned shy and alluring, making my heart heat up. Just as I was about to make a move, a commotion suddenly arose outside. I peeked out and was shocked to see six blindfolded men emerge from the crowd on both sides of the red carpet, surrounding the limousine from different directions, each holding a wooden box.

(Oh no!)

Although I didn't know what was in the wooden box, in this situation, surely no one would stop the road and offer Jinhua ham as a gift?

Judging from the six men's swift and powerful movements, their martial arts skills were considerable; it was clearly an assassination attempt.

I immediately ducked back, pulling Ah Xue close and lying on the carriage floor.

The next moment, over a hundred small crossbow bolts shot out from the six wooden boxes, like a rain of locusts, piercing the gilded carriage walls and riddling the military's luxurious carriage with holes, a gruesome sight.

"Assassins! Assassins!"

Someone, perhaps slow to react, finally shouted, but only as a final witness to the entire operation. The assassins were incredibly ruthless. To prevent the first wave of assassination from failing, after the six exquisite crossbow boxes had fired, three blindfolded men rose from the roof of a nearby mansion, drawing their bows and firing arrows—high-performance, powerful magic arrows.

These expensive heavy weapons, available only to the military of a single nation, were traded on the black market. Even traveling hundreds of feet, their force remained undiminished, tearing through the air and striking the wrecked carriage. They exploded with a deafening roar, flames erupting as they engulfed the entire carriage, its horses, and passengers in a massive fireball, propelling it dozens of feet into the air before disintegrating into countless sparks and fragments that scattered amidst the screams and cries of the onlookers.

Only then did I dare raise my head to look at the chaos outside, tapping on the wall to urge the driver to hurry.

"Master, you're amazing! How did you know…?"

"Well? Riding in this broken carriage has its advantages, doesn't it? If we had actually ridden in that carriage, we'd both be blasted into the sky by now."

Being disliked is one thing, but at least don't be completely oblivious. To be a nuisance and yet think you're universally loved is truly deserving of death.

Of course, I don't think I'm likable. My family's illustrious military achievements also accumulated an equal amount of grudges. Leaving aside the troubles caused by my grandfather and my deranged father, just considering myself—in Ishtar, Solancia, the Black Dragon Society, and even within Alibuda—how many people's interests have I jeopardized? How many have I caused to become orphans and widows? It's truly impossible to count.

Under such circumstances, it would be strange if no assassination attempt was launched. Therefore, I changed carriages early on, acquiring an inconspicuous, dilapidated one. When the military's ceremonial carriages entered the city amidst music, this old carriage blended in with the other carriages, moving slowly forward.

Once I confirmed that the assassins had finished their operation and begun their escape, I exited the carriage and went to the front seat with Mao Yan'an to observe the surrounding movements.

“Nephew, I have to praise you now. It’s rare to find such a young person with such a sense of crisis. Hmm? What are you thinking about?”

“But those two soldiers sent to hand over the carriages, they were so excited they almost fainted when they heard there was a ceremonial carriage to ride in. I wonder if they’ll… It’s nothing, just a small explosion. They’re probably home already having soup.”

“I remember they said, ‘If the officer has a mission, I’ll risk my life…’ Next time we meet, I’ll advise them to use a more auspicious phrase.” This

unscrupulous conversation couldn’t test my uncle’s unusual values; on the contrary, we shared a keen appreciation for the brilliant flames.

The assassins didn't get far. This was, after all, the capital of Alibuda, heavily guarded. Before they could escape, the city guards surrounded them and trapped them.

The assassins were extremely skilled; ordinary city guards were no match for them. It wasn't until high-ranking officers intervened that they were subdued. At this point, the assassins' excellent training came into play. Realizing they had nowhere to run, they all acted in unison, either igniting the explosives on their bodies or using suicide techniques that concentrated their life energy into a single strike, aiming to inflict significant damage on their enemies before dying.

"Wow, these assassins are quite swift. Your compatriots are going to suffer."

"Not necessarily."

My confidence was well-founded, and the gleaming blade that appeared a moment later further confirmed my prediction.

The blade wasn't particularly sharp, but rather a massive blade nearly as tall as a person. It wielded immense power, like fragments of a comet streaking across the ground, whipping up a powerful gust of wind. When the gleaming blade suddenly appeared, the frenzied assassins, their power surging as they attacked, were shattered like tofu being smashed by a hammer. The

incredibly fierce blade twisted twice with lightning speed, instantly tearing the assassins to pieces, their flesh and bones separated. This seemingly mountain-splitting blade light also possessed remarkable agility; after slicing through several assassins, it abruptly stopped in front of the last one, stopping abruptly without the slightest obstruction.

That assassin, who should have been a brave man, was terrified at witnessing his companions' gruesome deaths and the deadly blade hurtling towards him. When the blade stopped abruptly before him, the cold aura extinguishing the gunpowder, the assassin's legs buckled, and he knelt on the ground. Judging from the clamor of the crowd, he seemed to have wet himself in fear.

"Your swordsmanship is superb, but this method of operation is even more remarkable. This assassin was terrified and will confess everything he knows without any special interrogation. This is a very clever tactic. Nephew, besides your Farrell family, does Alibuda have any other talents like this?"

"Yes. And unfortunately, he's the most troublesome one."

Even though Alibuda has many martial arts talents, there is only one person with such divine swordsmanship who can calmly wield the "Overlord," a divine weapon shaped like a giant horse-slaying sword, defeating warriors from all over the world. That person is Princess Leng Linglan, the current governor of the four Imperial Guards.

At this moment, the people on both sides of the red carpet are praising their beloved second princess with even more enthusiastic cheers than before, while Leng Linglan calmly shifts her gaze to the wreckage of the carriage.

Since she is not on the battlefield, Leng Linglan is not wearing armor, but only a close-fitting dark blue military uniform and pure white trousers, which show off her exquisite and graceful figure. Her military uniform featured golden tassels on the shoulders, and the buttons were meticulously fastened along her full bust. She wore white silk gloves, and her beautiful, aloof face appeared spirited and radiant in the sunlight, inspiring awe.

It was a pity; such an icy beauty—even if I couldn't conquer her, making friends would be nice. But we were mortal enemies, unable to bear seeing each other suffer. She acted so ruthlessly, claiming it was to eliminate the assassin, but who knows if it was to silence me? My relationship with Leng Linglan was terrible, and this was her territory; perhaps she had sent someone to kill me.

The officers began to consult, asking what to do about the assassination of the cavalry commander. Leng Linglan glanced at the wreckage of the carriage, her eyes sharp, already realizing my charade.

The distance was too great for me to confirm whether disappointment flashed in her eyes when she learned I wasn't in the carriage. I only heard her announce to the people that the Imperial Military had known about the assassination attempt for some time, so they had secretly arranged for Commander Farrell to enter the city. He had arrived safely, and everyone was assured that petty tricks could not hinder the glory of the Empire.

What a shrew! She even tries to steal credit. Hearing her speak like that was truly unpleasant. She looked around, seemingly searching for me. I wasn't afraid of running into her, but Tianhe Xueqiong and Leng Linglan were close friends, and to avoid any complications, I urged the driver to continue towards the Duke's mansion, which I hadn't returned to in a long time.

Just as the carriage wheels began to turn, making a screeching sound on the ground, I saw Leng Linglan suddenly turn around in the crowd, her sharp gaze piercing through the sea of people.

Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, Baron—the status of an Earl is incredibly prestigious. For someone with greater power, residing in a luxurious castle wouldn't be surprising. However, every time I return to my family's Earl's mansion, I feel a sense of disillusionment.

It's shabby and old-fashioned, to say the least. Even the black plaque with red lettering reading "Earl's Manor" is covered in cobwebs and looks on the verge of collapse. Given the state of the facade, it's easy to imagine what the interior is like.

"I never imagined the Farrell family's fame would spread so far. Earl Yuantang is such a hero; even his residence is so…unique!"

Mao Yan'an adjusted his sunglasses, tilting his head back to hide his expression, clearly chuckling to himself.

"But it's wonderful! This proves that Master's father…Grandmaster was just and incorruptible. Although the house isn't luxurious, this is the true symbol of a hero."

Ah Xue remained naive, admiring the heroism in her heart, completely ignoring the truth.

I admit, my perverted father has indeed been clean-cut since becoming an official. He has never accepted bribes and has no interest in luxury, which is why his dignified earl's mansion is so impoverished. However, it's definitely not because his moral standards are higher than others. The reason he doesn't embezzle money must be for some more... immoral reason.

Every thought of my perverted father can only be described as a "conspiracy." A man who doesn't care about other people's opinions and sees no morality in the world, his vision certainly extends beyond small-scale embezzlement. Human desires are balanced. If he has no interest in material enjoyment, he will definitely be doubly greedy in other areas. What is my perverted father thinking? What does he want? I can't imagine at all.

"Young master, you're back. And there's such a beautiful young lady with you. Which courtyard did she come from...? Hmm? She's not pregnant yet. Isn't it too early for her to come to collect abortion fees? And... and there's a man too?"

The mansion's steward, Fei Fu, opened the door to greet him. Uncle Fatty has been the steward of our manor since my grandfather was alive. In the past, when women came to our door crying and demanding abortion fees, he was the one who negotiated and dealt with them. He has a kind and gentle appearance, and his smile is very benevolent… at least that's how I perceived him. I heard he's also a skilled fighter, protecting the Marquis's manor for many years, though I don't know what kind of expert he is.

I led Ah Xue and Uncle Fatty back to the Marquis's manor to rest, also busy avoiding Violet, who chased and bit me whenever she saw me. Soon after, I received a summons from the King, demanding an audience with him.

"Oh, John Farrell! Your reputation is quite great, I've heard of you. I heard you completed your mission. Tell me about your experience, and I will promote you!"

Like a wooden puppet, His Majesty the King uttered the same unoriginal lines as when he sent me out on a treasure hunt.

Surrounded by the gazes of the court officials, I casually recounted my experiences over the past year. The events in Nalivia are best left unsaid; I'll only briefly mention them. Then I shifted the topic to the Southern Barbarians, focusing on their unique customs and traditions, which were full of fascinating details. The officials listened with great interest, and even His Majesty the King repeatedly praised me. Even Leng Linglan glanced at me

discreetly. Some questioned whether I was exaggerating, but in fact, I omitted the most dangerous parts. After all, my involvement in the Feather Clan's struggle and offending the Beast Venerable didn't need to be publicized. So when the King asked if I had been involved in the recent turmoil in the Southern Barbarians, I simply recounted my observations of the conflict and the exodus from the perspective of a treasure merchant.

His Majesty praised me a few times and announced a reward of two thousand gold coins, along with some gems, silks, and paintings. After these material gifts, His Majesty finally announced the most important message.

"John Farrell, I commend you. From this moment forward, you are the Earl of Alibuda."

My military rank has already risen to Commander of Ten Thousand Cavalry, making further advancement difficult. There are currently no vacancies in military positions, so further promotion is impossible. The only reward is a nominal title. A simple title, without land or real power, is of little significance, but something is better than nothing.

After announcing this, His Majesty's expression changed slightly. He pondered for a long while before speaking slowly.

"The President of the Plantagenet is elected every six years. Having been re-elected, the current President's term has ended, and the election of his successor has concluded. Therefore, before leaving office, he is almost free of responsibility and has made a special trip to various countries. He will arrive in Alibuda in seven days and plans to stay for two months."

His Majesty's expression seemed to conceal something, which I could see, but I didn't want to ask further.

However, the arrival of a national leader is a matter of utmost importance, and the security work should presumably be the responsibility of the Imperial Guard, something Leng Linglan would have to do, and not my concern. But His Majesty the King announced that the security work would be jointly handled by Leng Linglan and me. This

sudden announcement caused an uproar among the court officials. Not only was I astonished, but Leng Linglan was also indignant and about to argue her case when His Majesty the King spoke.

"This is… a request made by Leng Yueying, the First Lady of the Golden Finch Federation."

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