Reborn: Imperial Officer Promotion Guide

Twenty days passed in a flash.

During this period, the construction and work of the territory proceeded step by step.

After knowing that Hull had taken up his post, people began to smile more.

During this period, Hull never left the wand workshop once, and did not even return to his room or appear in other places in the castle.

"Hey, Cersei... The Lord should still be alive, right?"

Rag was a little worried as he hadn't seen Hel for a long time.

Cersei, the smiling maid standing next to him, was as cheerful as ever.

"Eh? Lord, you seem to be very energetic every day."

Cersei was the only person who had seen Hull during this period, and only he knew Hull's condition.

"But isn't it abnormal for him to lock himself in the wand workshop for so long?"

After all, humans are social animals. Who can stand living alone for twenty days in a row?

Indeed, the wand workshop was equipped with toilets and bathrooms, and three meals a day were delivered by Cersei himself.

When she came out of the room, she also brought out the purchase list of props delivered by the lord.

It can be inferred that the lord should still be alive.

Even so, it is really abnormal to stay indoors for such a long time.

Since the night of Eight Fingers, Rag's opinion of Heer has changed greatly.

Educate children, introduce chambers of commerce, promote agricultural production, build wineries...

Because of you, Lord, the Kraken region has achieved unprecedented development.

According to the current progress, no one will starve to death this winter. We can even save some food for next year, and collect enough taxes to pay to the higher-level nobles.

People's lives have improved dramatically.

Even putting aside personal feelings, Lager believed that Helheim was indeed an outstanding lord.

Of course, it is an indisputable fact that he is feared by the people in his own territory.

These days, Rag quietly follows Cersei to the wand workshop, hoping to meet with the lord and report on the current situation of the castle.

But it never happens.

And today, Hull finally walked out of the wand workshop.

His jet-black hair had grown a lot longer, and he looked quite tired and seemed very weak.

Hull was staggering in the corridor, his foot twisted, and he was about to fall. Fortunately, Rag reacted quickly, rushed over and supported Hull in time.

"My Lord, are you okay?!"

"It's nothing serious. I just spent too much energy and magic power in the final sprint. Thank you..."

Hull thanked him in a hoarse voice.

Rag's eyes widened. Helheim, who was regarded as a devil by the people, actually showed such a weak side.

"Anyway, please go back to your room and rest!"

"No, that's right. I made a wand for you... take it and use it..."

"Eh?! I...I'm just a guard...I...not a magician..."

Hull smiled miserably: "Are you serious? Do you think I can't see it?"

"..."

Raghu was stunned. He had never told anyone that he had magic in his body, not even Cersei.

Is it really possible to see through it with the naked eye?

"You...why?"

"When you were fighting Reinhardt, if you hadn't mobilized the magic power in your body to increase your speed, you would never have been able to hurt the Thunder General."

Rag was speechless. He had never expected that the little bit of magic power released by swinging the sword could be captured by the Lord...

"I named this slashing magic wand 'Red Yaksha'. It is a landmark item."

Taking the inscription handed to him by Hull, Rag looked at it carefully.

It was a long sword about 1.7 meters long, with a blood-red wooden scabbard and a black lotus-shaped hilt. When the sword was drawn out, the entire sword body began to tilt slightly at the two-thirds position, also showing a dark red color, which was very suitable for chopping.

Not knowing what metal was used to make it, Rag took it in his hand and weighed it. He was surprised at why the sword was so light, which was completely inconsistent with its appearance.

After injecting a little magic power into it, an extremely incredible feeling came over him. He seemed to hear his own heartbeat. This inscribed-level magic wand seemed to have produced some kind of resonance with Rag's body.

In just a moment, he fully understood the special abilities of this [Red Yaksha].

Heer supported himself and walked to the side. He raised his chin towards Rag and said, "Try it and see if it fits your hand."

Ever since Rag picked up the [Red Yaksha], a voice had been whispering in his head.

He sheathed his sword and called out the whispering voice in his head: "Blood Moon..."

Instantly, his palm and the hilt of the sword reacted immediately, and he drew out [Red Yaksha] according to his body's instinct.

The speed was so fast that even Hel couldn't see clearly the movement of Rag drawing the sword.

Suddenly, a sword blade like a red crescent moon flashed out, and a bloody smell suddenly surged in the air. The long sword drew a blood-red afterimage in the air, extending about ten meters like a long whip before stopping.

Rag sheathed his sword, cold sweat breaking out on his face.

“It’s really… really amazing…”

Whether it was speed, strength, or attack distance, Rag couldn't believe that he could do it.

"This one has enhanced speed and slashing power. [Thunder Peacock] can instantly chop off the head of an enemy a hundred meters away, but if the distance is within ten meters, the speed of [Red Yaksha] is far greater than that of [Thunder Dragon Bird]. Of course, it should not be able to break through the defense of Goliath's [Fierce Armor and Bone]."

"..."

After hearing this, Rag was silent for a while, and then he swung at the city wall more than ten meters away, "Blood Moon!"

The long sword returned to the sheath the moment it was unsheathed, leaving a crescent-shaped sword mark on the wall, and then the wall collapsed.

"Can it extend ten meters? I see. His level as a magician is not inferior to Reinhardt's. This is an unexpected gain..."

There was no joy on Rag's face from being praised. He simply asked calmly, "Lord Heer, are you in seclusion just to make this inscription for me?"

"No, I worked late into the night to make this inscription in the first few days. I spent the remaining ten days making wands to be delivered to customers."

Hearing Heer's answer, Rag frowned slightly.

There are less than a hundred top craftsmen in the entire empire who are capable of making inscription-level wands.

In terms of craftsmanship and capabilities, if he had not known about it in advance, Rag would have thought that this [Red Yaksha] was made by the empire's top wand craftsman.

Not only that, even the most advanced wand craftsman would need at least half a year to finally create an inscription of this level.

During this period, it is unknown how many magic orbs and forging materials will be discarded. Only after repeated trial and error and recasting can it be finally successfully forged.

It is unique in the entire empire that an inscription of this strength can be produced in just a few days.

This is no longer something that can be explained away by genius...

It was as if only some monster that had lived for hundreds of years could have such a level of skill.

"Lord, who are you? Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to create an inscription of this level in such a short time..."

Hull smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to know how to make magic wands?"

"My grandfather also made wands before..."

"Oh? I'm becoming more and more interested in your grandfather."

Not only a first-rate swordsman, but also a wand maker...

"Raghu, I'm giving you a piece of advice. Don't try to find out my background. This is for your own good."

Hull's tone didn't sound like a joke, and Rag understood that perhaps many people had their own pasts.

Even my own grandfather has a side that is unknown to the public.

"Yes, I understand."

Heer came over and patted Rag's shoulder gently: "After I take up my post, this Hanshi City will be handed over to you."

"This inscribed object can be regarded as my reward for your time and for a long time to come."

"Please protect this castle for me."

Calculating the time, Hull has to set off too. Go to the rear enclave where there is no war?

How much of the darkness of the empire is hidden there?

Just thinking about further enriching the slave ranch, Hull felt that the fatigue of the past twenty days disappeared.