Chapter 275: The Beginning of a New Era

The immense dragon roar, along with the roof, was blasted away, and the entire Red Keep heard it in the silent night.

The maids and guards in the inner city were alarmed and rushed to check the situation. They found that the roof of Wright's bedroom was gone, and the room was filled with rubble. Moonlight shone down as the dust gradually settled, and Wright stood alone in his nightclothes, staring at the sky.

Renly was the first to rush in. "Wright, did you have a nightmare? I couldn't sleep either!"

He was speaking the truth—after an ordinary human had ventured to a place like hell and returned, being able to sleep that night would have been a problem.

"Yeah, it was a nightmare. I'll switch rooms. I need some time alone," Wright said. He didn't speak the truth, as there were too many people around.

Lord Mace, Robert, and others gradually arrived to check the situation. After Wright explained the incident, they left to rest, with Renly staying behind.

Wright didn't immediately return to his room. The two walked to a balcony in the Red Keep.

Renly said, "Wright, even if you don't say it, I can guess that the situation isn't as simple as a mistake during the summoning. The Daedric Prince bringing us there wasn't a coincidence."

A gentle night breeze brushed past them, and a slight chill was starting to set in. Wright looked up at the starry sky. "It really was just a failed summoning spell. Summoning Dremora Lords is far more troublesome than summoning elements."

Renly rested his hand on the railing, turning to look at his younger brother, who resembled him almost exactly with his short hair. "Wright, you don't always have to stand in front by yourself. These Daedric Princes may seem far off to ordinary people, but I and other mages can help you!"

Wright raised his hand in front of his face. "The Daedric Princes are immortal!"

Renly replied, "Who said we have to kill the Daedric Princes? This is our homeland. Humans killing each other is our own business. But if demons from another realm try to interfere with this world, no matter how powerful they are, we must drive them away!"

Wright thought for a moment. "You're right. As of now, I may be the strongest, but mages rely on wisdom."

Renly stared at the night sky. "Before meeting the Daedric Princes, I just wanted to be a good Lord, dabble in magic, ride dragons to the skies, and live my life that way. But now trouble has found me, and there's no escaping it."

Though they didn't delve too deeply into the discussion that night, Wright's perspective had changed greatly.

The world was so vast, and the population was so numerous. There was only so much one person could do, but perhaps together, many could change the world. Wright and Renly discussed a rough direction for their next steps.

The next morning, Wright took the initiative to find Lord Mace to discuss compensation for the damage to the castle. Lord Mace, who wasn't lacking in money, refused several times, but in the end, Wright replaced the compensation with a batch of alchemical potions, which would be delivered in two months.

The rubble from the previous night had destroyed many houses in the city, and Lord Mace couldn't decide on compensation for them. Wright paid the repair costs according to the assessment.

Three men and a woman had been killed by falling stones, and after paying the death compensation, Wright promised to provide for their families' livelihoods. He also took full responsibility for their tickets to travel to Tyrosh. Under the advice of his mother, Lord Mace did not comment.

After the brothers had an open conversation, Robert's mood gradually improved, and he refrained from drinking excessively for the next few days.

Robert was an adult, and a king at that. Wright and Renly couldn't interfere with what he chose for his future. They could only ensure his safety, as long as he didn't try to take his own life or foolishly provoke the nobility. But Wright believed that Robert wasn't the type of person to do such things.

Three days later, Robert changed his original travel plans. Instead of staying at the Red Keep, he led a convoy of over a thousand people to Oldtown, where he sought counsel from the High Septon. Wright, Renly, and the two dragons returned to Tyrosh, and once again, Odahviing flew to Dorne to protect Nymeria.

Wright and Renly returned to the small hall outside the castle bedroom, where Tyene, Margaery, Quaithe, and three maidservants were present. Renly and Loras stood aside, talking. Wright first hugged Tyene and Margaery, then went to play with the four children in the cradle.

After holding Lyonel and Darkseid, Wright picked up Sauron once more, but just as he was speaking with Tyene, Quaithe suddenly shouted, "No! Wright, that thing on your body must stay away from Sauron!"

Everyone in the room was startled by her loud shout and turned to look at Wright.

Wright glanced down at the small Sauron in his arms. After using a magical detection spell, he found nothing unusual and looked back at Quaithe. "Your prophecy magic doesn't need preparation, it can just jump out like that?"

Quaithe stood up from the sofa and pointed at the object on Wright's waist. "My prophecies didn't mention anything about you, and when I died, Sauron was still alive. But when Sauron spoke to me, he said the thing on your waist seems to have an attraction for him, constantly tempting him."

The demon scroll that allowed a contract with Daedras was now tucked inside Wright's clothing. The others didn't understand what it was, but Renly, who did, looked at Wright. "I think you should either destroy it or create a magical item to seal it away!"

Wright placed Sauron in the cradle. Destroying it was impossible. Now that he's not in an antagonistic relationship with Dagon, it's fine if there's no contract. Destroying the item or provoking him by damaging it would lead to consequences. "I should build a box and hide it," he muttered.

"Wright, did you find another powerful magical item, just like in the ruins of Volantis?" Tyene asked.

Wright replied, "Kind of, but this thing is too dangerous. I won't reveal what it is or its purpose, not even to my closest people. It's to protect all of you."

Renly, who was nearby, nodded in approval, acknowledging Wright's decision. As far as demon contracts go, they could pretend that never happened.

Tyene said, "Do as you wish, but Quaithe says that this thing must stay far away from Sauron. You need to hide it well, or throw it into the sea."

Wright reassured her, "Don't worry. I'll hide it in the safest place. By the way, why didn't I see any other mages when I came back?"

The inner city of Tyrosh was surrounded by walls. After cleaning the ruins, aside from the castle, the square where dragons had landed, the alchemy rooms, the forge, and the mage school, only a few barracks and buildings had been constructed. Normally, there were many mages active in the square, but today, Wright hadn't seen a single one.

Quaithe said, "They went to the city to gather. They invited me to go, but I figured it's better to stay with Sauron."

Wright replied, "I have something important to discuss with them. You two talk, I'll take a trip to the city." He never entrusted mage matters to his personal guards. Whether big or small, he always handled it himself or had other mages do so.

"I'll go get the school prepared!" Renly said.

Wright nodded to him and kissed his daughter Lilith on the forehead before stepping out of the room.

"Wait! Come back to the bedroom tonight!" Tyene called out.

Wright glanced back at Tyene and Margery, who were sitting on the couch, holding hands and playing with each other's hair, and answered with a quick "Yeh!" before leaving swiftly.

"Did he say yes or no? Based on Renly's face, he'll probably spend the whole night doing experiments at the magic school again." Margery asked Tyene.

Tyene rested her head on Margery's shoulder, watching Wright's quick footsteps. "Now that he's back, can he really run away?"

Mages were everywhere in Tyrosh, and the public was used to it, but a large gathering of mages still attracted attention. It was easy to gather information about their whereabouts.

After walking through a few streets, as Wright reached the entrance of a tavern, he heard loud cheering from inside. All of the voices sounded familiar to him.

The tavern's doors were wide open, and there was a crowd gathered outside.

"Excuse me, make way!" Without his guards, Wright had to push through on his own.

"Lord Wright!"

"The Lord is back!"

The crowd recognized Wright and automatically made way for him. As soon as he entered the tavern, a voice rang out.

"I've tasted hundreds of alchemical concoctions. The poison that can kill an elephant, I can drink like water, and that's why people call me immune to poison!"

The Warlock, Paya Bolin, stood tall, one foot on a chair. After speaking, he opened a bottle of light green Valantis wine, tilted his head back, and began drinking.

His luxurious blue robe was already covered in various spilled drinks. As he drank, he caught the wine spilling from his mouth with his hand and smeared it on his bald head.

Apart from Tyene, Renly, and the Quaithe, all the mages from Tyrosh were gathered there. Wright grabbed Sansa Stark, who was standing nearby watching, and asked for the situation. She barely spoke before the cheers inside the tavern drowned her out.

"Good!"

"victory to Paya Bolin !"

Paya Bolin had been unable to pay for the dragon he purchased, so Wright ruled that he had violated the contract. He sold himself to cover the breach of contract, and now his job was to test potions for the alchemy workshop.

His knowledge of alchemy wasn't as great as that of Tyene or other mages, but when it came to resistance to poisons, he was number one! Even Wright himself believed he couldn't compare to him.

There were many empty bottles on the table in front of Paya Bolin. After finishing one bottle of wine, he slammed the empty bottle onto the table and turned to face the crowd with his blue, red, green, and yellow face.

"How many drinks does it take to get this many colors on your face?" Wright walked over without interrupting them, quietly standing by and counting the bottles.

After Paya Bolin finished, it was time for the person opposite him to take their turn. Everyone in the tavern was now watching him.

"If you can't drink, then won't!" Seran Farman tied her blonde hair up with a hair tie, pulling the person in front of her forcefully.

"No need, I can still drink!"

Robb Stark, wearing black plate armor, sat on the chair and pulled his wife back to his side.

"Next is Volantis wine. This wine, when I drink it... uh..."

Robb Stark's face turned bright red, and his eyes couldn't focus on the Warlock in front of him. Before he could finish his sentence, he began spitting out wine from his mouth.

"Oh! That's a high spray!"

"Move out of the way!"

The surrounding mages quickly used their powers to move several meters away from Robb, not a drop of wine touching them.

"Robb! You can't die!"

Seran Farman watched Robb, who had collapsed to the floor after spraying wine, lying motionless and became very anxious.

"He won't die. I have experience. I'll handle this!" Thoros lifted Robb's body and slapped his face twice.

Robb, touching Thoros's face, said, "Seran, how did you get so ugly?"

"Ah~~~" Seran Farman pushed Thoros aside and hugged the 'revived' Robb, crying loudly.

"Paiya Bolin wins!"

Having seen many drunks, Thoros ignored Robb and began shouting in the tavern.

At this time, Sansa explained to Wright the reason for their drinking contest.

The graduation gift Wright gave Robb years ago was a magic book containing many magical techniques and alchemical potion formulas. Robb learned the techniques quickly, but since no one guided him in alchemy, he could only experiment on his own, always chewing on an ingredient wherever he went.

After arriving in Tyrosh, Tyene, the recognized master of alchemy, became Robb's mentor. Robb's alchemy was different from Tyene's; his potions were much more potent and toxic, beyond what a normal person could endure, but the Warlcok Paya Bolin was the exception.

Seeing Paya Bolin drinking bottle after bottle of potion like water, Robb envied him. Over time, their relationship grew closer, and when they discussed potions this morning, the topic turned to resistance to potions and alcohol tolerance.

Wine and alchemical potions were completely different, and Robb wouldn't admit that Paya Bolin could outdrink him. They began to argue, and it eventually led to a drinking contest at the tavern.

Now, magic users from King's Landing, the Citadel, Asshai, and Essos were gathered in Tyrosh. Some arrived quickly, others traveled from far away, and their total number was close to one hundred. As the news spread, the contest became a matter of honor between the East and West continents, with Robb Stark representing Westeros and Paya Bolin representing Essos.

The result was clear: there was indeed a connection between alcohol tolerance and resistance to alchemical potions.

Once the crowd settled down, Wright walked to the center. "I'm currently researching a new theory that will allow every mage to retain their strength without increasing their magical power."

"A new alchemical potion?"

"I think it's a new magic circle!"

"Wright, stop teasing us." Qyburn, knowing Wright's personality, was sure that if he said something, it was probably already finished.

Wright winked at Qyburn. "This time is different. The things I've created before already have results, but this theory is still in the research stage. I can't do it alone. I need the wisdom of every mage here to participate!"

No one doubted Wright, and they realized how complex the theory was. Qyburn asked, "What kind of theory needs so many people to participate?"

Wright used ice magic to form a staff in his hand and then created an ice ball on top of it. "Knights use spears, hunters use bows and arrows, but what about us mages?"

"Heavy armor and great swords!" Thoros, who followed the same path as Wright, answered.

Wright nodded at him, then said, "Knights can make their weapons and armor in advance. Hunters can prepare plenty of arrows ahead of time, but what about mages? So, my research is focused on creating a magical item that stores magical energy and releases magic, in short, a magic wand!"

After hearing this, Robb, still lying on the floor, and the excited Paya Bolin, along with the other magic users, began to seriously consider the idea.

Mages must study a vast amount of knowledge, and those who graduate from magic schools are intelligent. Those who come to Tyrosh for further study are outstanding. While their magical talent and knowledge may vary, their intellectual abilities were all similar.

Wright said, "Renly has already prepared the classroom at the magic school. Let's head there, and I'll explain some of the basic knowledge first."