The wizard starts by trimming the donkey's hooves

He finally knew why the building was in this shape.

The ferocious species all have their own sense of territory. If two get too close, they will fight once the owner is not around, unless the strength difference is very large, one side will take the initiative to give in or surrender.

Therefore, a relatively open space is needed to accommodate these huge flying mounts.

At this time, Ryan raised his eyes and took a rough look, and found that many people here were either wearing exquisite knight armor or wizard robes. Judging from the breath he sensed, their strength was quite good, and there were very few quasi-legends, and they were basically senior legends.

"Sir Ryan, are you surprised? There are seven or eight rare third-level crystal wizards here, and there are also many title knights." Luther on the side saw Ryan's slightly surprised expression and said with a smile.

"Well, these people who participated in the dragon knight reserve assessment are stronger than I expected." Ryan nodded.

The group of people in front of him are almost the essence or the backbone of the young generation of the empire.

But think about it.

If you don't have the legendary strength, even if you can get the favor of the dragon, it is almost impossible to fight with the dragon and form a complete epic combat force.

"That is Prince Kelly's second son, Evan Kelly, 42 years old this year, titled Knight; that is Jerry Moore, from the Moore Guardian family, 53 years old this year, one of the youngest crystal wizards in the imperial capital."

Luther was familiar with some old faces because of his experience, and simply pointed to Ryan and Harlowen.

Hmm? 53?

42 years old is considered young, Ryan can understand, but 53 is a little too old.

However, Ryan thought about it and said that for a third-level crystal wizard, 53 is indeed very young. You know, Batalov, the dean of Winterhold College, is over a hundred years old and is also at the crystal wizard level.

"I heard that there are three places for the official dragon knight this time, so the number of legendary strongmen attracted is much more than in previous years. However, we don't have to worry about anything, as long as we squeeze into the top 30."

"In the end, it depends on whether the dragon likes you." Luther shrugged and said.

The final dragon knight selection is not people choosing dragons, but mainly dragons choosing people.

And this time the reserve selection is equivalent to a preliminary screening, selecting a group of people for the dragon to choose.

The point that there are more people and fewer dragons is fully reflected.

"You and Ryan don't have to worry, but I feel it's hanging. The registration lasts for three days. This is only the first day. I estimate that the number of applicants this time will exceed 100. I want to squeeze into the top 30. It's difficult." Harlowen sighed.

Harlowen is much younger than Luther. Although he is also a title knight, his combat effectiveness is slightly inferior.

"Three places?" Ryan was more interested in the number of places mentioned by Luther just now. He didn't know whether this was considered a lot or a little.

"Yes, the selection of dragon knights is held every five years. In the past, there were at most two, and most of the time there was only one quota." Luther explained.

"Indeed, this time is considered a lot. Dragons have a long lifespan. Although they are powerful, it is difficult for them to reproduce. Compared with humans, the time required for growth is extremely slow. Decades can only allow them to enter adolescence." Harlowen nodded and said.

Soon, the three of them came to a registration point while chatting.

I saw several female staff members in standard white robes busy at the counter. Judging from their aura, they all seemed to have the strength of a third-level wizard apprentice.

Yes, the aura of some ferocious species is very violent, not to mention the dragons. Ordinary people will tremble when they see them, and they can't work normally at all.

"Are you three adults here to register?" A young white-robed woman bowed slightly and said respectfully.

"Yes." Luther nodded and handed the official letter in his hand to the other party.

"Okay, wait a moment, sirs. I'll register." As the other party took it respectfully, he quickly registered.

"Okay, that's it. Three sirs, this is the certificate for the Dragon Knight Reserve Camp, please keep it properly." The white-robed woman handed Ryan and the other two a gray-white scale that was slightly smaller than a palm, and said.

"Three sirs, the training after registration this time is not closed. If you have your own job, you can leave at any time, or choose to participate in the part you are interested in."

"But you need to bring your certificate, otherwise you can't enter the camp."

"Okay, thank you." Luther nodded, took the scale and prepared to leave with Ryan and Harlowen.

"Is it all right?" Ryan couldn't help asking, and at the same time he looked at the camp certificate Luther handed him, which seemed to be some kind of dragon scale, but it shouldn't be a giant dragon.

"Well, if you need, you can come to the Dragon Knight Reserve Camp at any time to practice flying skills. One of the contents of the assessment will be about flying skills."

"The rest are some general knowledge teachings about dragon creatures, you can listen or not." Luther said familiarly.

"I see." Ryan nodded.

Soon, the three of them went back home, but Ryan received a message from his mentor Mogaro as soon as he arrived at the door of the mansion.

So Ryan said goodbye to Luther and Harlowen and came to Craig Winery. As a ripple flashed through the cellar, he came to the residence of the Bishu Construction School again.

In Mogaro's office.

"Dongdongdong!"

"Mentor." As soon as Ren entered, he saw Mentor Mogaro, staring at the remains of a metal arm placed on the table and thinking silently.

"Ren, I carefully studied the metal arm you gave me some time ago. The level of puppetry in the Federation is even higher than that of the Empire." Mogaro has been immersed in puppetry for most of his life. Master, couldn't help but sigh.

After hearing what Mogaro said and glancing at the remains of the metal arm on the table, Ren immediately understood what the other party was talking about.

What was placed on the table was the remains of the metal arm of Tetsuo of the Bloodcrest mercenary group.

Renn gave it to his mentor Mogaro some time ago and wanted him to help with research.

According to intelligence, this metal arm remains was derived from the skills of the top puppet masters of the Eagle Federation. Although Renn joined the Bixiu Construction School, he only studied the Principles of Puppetry in this book. .

After studying the remains of the metal arm, he still didn't understand many things, so he took it to his mentor Mogaro.

"Teacher, what's more specific?" Ren asked.

"Although its production principle is not complicated, there are two key points. First, the entire production precision is extremely high, and the fit of each joint and gear is almost perfect."

"Even if I want to use metal deformation alone to make similar parts, I'm afraid the accuracy is not enough."

Ren looked at it and nodded.

This metal arm has complex components, and many of the parts are the same size as the parts of Swiss clocks in previous generations.

If the manufacturing accuracy of the iron battle puppet is millimeter-level, then the manufacturing accuracy of this metal arm is at least dozens of times higher, reaching 0.01 mm.

However, he didn't quite agree with the second half of Instructor Mogaro's words.

He had already experimented on his own at that time, and using his metal transformation technique of solidification as his innate witchcraft, it was not difficult to produce parts with such precision, it was just a little slower.

This should have a lot to do with his super affinity with metal elements and his unprecedented solidification of metal transformation into innate witchcraft.

Looking at other metal wizards, even the second-level liquefaction wizard or even the third-level crystal wizard, whose level is higher than that of Mentor Mogaro, may not be able to produce such high-precision components simply by using metal deformation.

"Secondly, the other party also used some kind of flesh and blood puppet production skills to connect the human nerves with this metal arm. I am not very good at this part of the technology."

"Ren, this is why I called you here. I want to ask if you are willing to hand this over to the school."

"Because after you submit it to the school, the Flesh Puppet Department can also study your thing. By then, if there are research results, you, the submitter, can share the data for free."

"Of course, if you submit a school of thought, you will also get a lot of contribution points as rewards." Mogaro said.

Flesh puppet technology?

No wonder Instructor Mogaro asked him to come over. Indeed, if it involves the production of flesh and blood puppets, the scope of this skill has exceeded the field that the other party is familiar with.

To put it in layman’s terms, the study of the metal arm remains requires cross-departmental research.

After thinking about it, Renn nodded and said, "Of course."

To study this kind of thing, Renn feels that it still requires the wisdom of the crowd, especially when his research ability is still relatively weak.

In addition, he also wanted to see the school's item exchange office to see if there was any witchcraft suitable for him. This exchange naturally required a lot of contribution points.

"3700 contribution points?"

"This is a lot more than expected." Renn thought to himself as he held a crystal card specially used to record contribution points.

He had just handed over the remains of the metal arm from the Bloodcap mercenary group Tetsuo to the school. This was because the joint of the arm was seriously damaged. Otherwise, the exchange price would have been much higher.

Just as Ren was about to go to the exchange office of the school, the fine gold-level emblem on his body began to vibrate.

After thinking about it, Ren decided to rush back to the headquarters immediately.

When Ren came to the gate of the Sword Holder's headquarters, suddenly, there was a sound of horse hooves behind him.

Ren turned around and saw two luxury carriages slowly appearing behind him, and a familiar figure jumped out of the first carriage, it was Olena from the Munster Sword Bearer Division.

The other party wore a small suit and a black pleated skirt, looking smart.

Renn raised his eyebrows and stepped forward quickly.

"Your Excellency Olena, why are you here in the Imperial Capital?"

"Lord Ren, long time no see." The capable young woman said with a smile.

"However, it's not that I don't want to reminisce with you, but there are two adults waiting for you later." Olena, a capable young woman, leaned slightly closer to Ren's ear and whispered softly.

Um?

"Okay!" Renn vaguely guessed.

Sure enough, when he got into the second carriage.

Inside the carriage, he saw Admiral Edward of the Munster Swordsmen Division, and the female major general from the headquarters whom Renne had met twice.

"Admiral Edward, why are you here?" Ren's eyes lit up and he said in surprise. "Ren, I didn't expect that you would do such a big thing just after you came to the imperial capital. It really shocked me." Admiral Edward patted Ren's shoulder affectionately and said with a wry smile.

Renn naturally knew what Edward was talking about, so he smiled and said nothing.

"Sit down and talk. This is Major General Tatia. You should have met her." Admiral Edward pointed to the female major general beside him and said.

"Hello, Mr. Ryan."

"Hello, Major General Tatia."

Ryan saw this scene and vaguely grasped something.

It seems that Admiral Edward and General Augustus are probably people on the same line. As for the nature of this line, he is not sure.

It may be the supporter of His Majesty the Emperor or a prince, or it may be a political faction.

"Let Major General Tatia tell you about the specific things."

"Okay, Admiral Edward." Ryan nodded and sat opposite the two.

"Sir Ryan, your move this time has stirred up a hornet's nest of conservative nobles, especially the Drum family. They haven't suffered such a big loss for a long time."

"We got accurate intelligence before and intercepted the other party's attack on the Blade Squad of the Gnom Province and the snatching of physical evidence."

"The current situation is that the other party is likely to attack you directly."

"Conservatives?" Ryan frowned slightly, and he keenly caught a word.

Since he came to the imperial capital Tamriel, he has been concentrating on improving his strength and has not paid much attention to politics.

Although he does not know much about the current political factions in the empire, he can roughly guess a lot from the three words "conservatives" about the five thousand years of culture of the great country in his previous life.

If there are conservatives, there will naturally be reformers, or so-called innovative people.

"That's right. The conservatives represented by some old nobles in the empire are very resistant to everything that comes from the Federation."

"Sir Ryan, you should have heard that the cannons on the Federation side can shoot farther than ours. The naval warships have begun to be covered with iron sheets, and the airships have even enabled a device called steam power."

"As for these new technologies, the conservatives all resist them. They believe that the use and spread of these technologies will affect their interests."

"But many generals in the empire, especially in the army, are very worried about this situation. Now the strength of the empire's ordinary army has obviously fallen behind that of the Federation."

"Especially in the past two years, the situation has become more turbulent. If the gods revive and choose a human country to start with, will they choose the weak empire or the powerful federation?"

In fact, Ryan basically understood what was going on at this point.

The Dragun Empire has been passed down for more than 2,000 years. Although class solidification and corruption are rampant, and various interest groups are fighting each other, there is no shortage of knowledgeable people inside, especially in the combat department.

Ryan glanced at Admiral Edward on the side. Obviously, the other party is most likely a member of the reformists.

Of course, in the eyes of the conservatives, he is also a member of the reformists.

However, to be honest, Ryan has seen many fights between the reformists and conservatives in the history textbooks of his previous life. In fact, he is not very interested in this, and he does not want to be used as a gun.

But since the so-called conservatives want to attack him, it is embarrassing, and he can only stand on the side of the reformists first.

However, Ryan knows very well that this is an extraordinary world, and the Dragun Empire is an imperial system. The difficulty of any change is far greater than the "Hundred Days' Reform".

The great man in the previous life said that "Political power comes from the barrel of a gun"!

According to Ryan's understanding, this sentence is equivalent to "Only those with top combat power have the right to speak", so he will be so diligent in improving combat power.

"And you may not know, Lord Ryan, that this incident of yours has inadvertently touched the other party's sensitive point. Now, the higher-ups sent me here just to ask you about your next plan?"

"Oh? Asking for my opinion? I think the higher-ups should have made a general decision on this matter. Is my opinion important?" Ryan raised his eyebrows.

"Hehe, Lord Ryan, you are so young and have the current extraordinary strength, so the higher-ups fully respect your opinion."

"If you want to take a step back, then the higher-ups will transfer you to a remote military position, where the hands of the conservatives cannot reach that far. And your family will be properly settled and their safety can be guaranteed."

"If you want to have a fight with these families, we will also fully support you. You can rest assured that we will be your strong backing."

"I understand." Ryan nodded, his eyes flickering, thinking quickly.

Hide in a remote area?

Although he is far away from the vortex of struggle, he is also far away from the resource center, and his strength improvement speed will be greatly reduced.

More importantly, he can only get a lot of system rewards through fighting.

Therefore, Ryan would not choose this option unless he had to.

"If I choose the latter, do you have a specific plan?" Ryan asked.

"We plan to lift your restrictions in a few days. According to reliable information, once you leave the territory of the imperial capital Tamriel, you will be attacked. We hope you can teach the conservatives a lesson."

"The other party has currently summoned a certain number of legendary powerhouses. The one who needs the most attention is Harold, the "sculptor" who is known as the strongest legend."

Hmm? The strongest legend?

Then it is still at the legendary level?

Hearing this news, Ryan couldn't help but look strange and said, "Major General Tatia, are you sure that the other party will not send out epic powerhouses?"

"Haha, you can rest assured that the epic powerhouses are the heavy weapons of the empire. Once they intervene in private fights at will, they will definitely be severely punished by the imperial royal family."

"But according to the plan, you need to hold out against the opponent's attack for two or three minutes. We will arrange the personnel around to complete the complete encirclement of the target. In addition, in order to prevent the opponent from discovering, you'd better take only Claire and Beyonce with you."

When she said this, the female major general named Tatia also had a serious face.

After all, it is not an easy thing to hold out for two minutes among a group of legendary strongmen.

The decision was made after carefully evaluating the combat power of Mr. Ryan in front of him.

Although the Sword Bearer Headquarters can equip Ryan with five or even more legendary strongmen, this is not conducive to the plan, and it is too conspicuous and easy to alert the enemy.

"No problem on my side." Ryan thought about it and nodded.

If there is no epic strongman, even if there are ten legendary strongmen, two minutes is about the same.

"Mr. Ryan, it would be great if you have confidence, but I hope you will be careful. The other party's Harold is not easy to deal with."

"Oh? Do you have any detailed information about this Harold?"

"Of course, 'Sculptor' Harold, a peak third-level crystal wizard, comes from the large wizard school Isoderre School, and is good at rock magic. The rock system is a variation of the earth system, similar to the ice system in the water system."

Tatia narrated slowly.

"The other party has too many achievements in the past, but the most eye-catching one is the period of the Imperial Capital War. He received a blow from a god saint in the state of descent and survived, so he won the title of the strongest legend."

"Received a blow from a god saint in the state of descent and survived?" This made Ryan's face solemn.

He knew very well that the strength of the god's saint who descended was several times higher than that of the general projection.

Of course, the conditions for the saint to descend were more stringent, and certain prerequisites were required to achieve it, such as the need to find a kind of person in this world who was collectively called 'God's favored physique'.

Then, the descent ceremony can be performed.

It can be simply understood as finding a container for the gods. Naturally, the strength that can be exerted is stronger than that of projection without a container.

In addition, different gods favor different physiques.

"That's right, so, Lord Ryan, please don't take it lightly." Tatia said seriously.

"Okay!"

"Then Lord Ryan, please prepare well. The time should be in these two days."

"Ryan, do you need anything else?" Seeing that Tatia had almost introduced the situation, Admiral Edward looked at Ryan and asked.

"No for the time being, thank you Admiral Edward."

When Ryan returned to his room, he closed the door and meditated alone.

Obviously, because of his identity as Anna Elf, he was gradually involved in a bigger and bigger vortex, which was very different from his plan when he first came to the imperial capital Tamriel.

Originally, he thought he would have time to study witchcraft in the Bixiu Construction School, but the current situation is that the provocations from the Drum family and the conservatives are one after another.

"It seems that I have to teach them a lesson this time." Ryan's face was solemn.

The great man in the previous life said that peace can be maintained by struggle, and peace can be lost by compromise.

Ryan is not afraid of fighting, not to mention that the system is a system that gives experience in battle.

"Since the epic strong is equivalent to the strategic nuclear weapons and imperial heavy weapons in the previous life, and cannot be used easily, then I don't have to worry too much."

"Of course, I can't relax too much."

"After all, various high-level witchcraft and divine scrolls are emerging in an endless stream, and the power of some witchcraft weapons is also extremely huge. If you are not careful, even the gods may capsize in the gutter, let alone yourself."

Just as Ryan was sorting out his thoughts.

At the Drum family mansion, a group of people got off the luxurious carriage, and this time, Duke Drum was smiling and greeted them at the door of the mansion.

The servants in the mansion were quite surprised by this scene.

You know, even in the imperial capital, there are not many people whose status is higher than that of Duke Drum, except for the royal family.