Chapter 218: Chapter 109: Dragon Blood and Magic Ring Seed
1646, midsummer!
Despite being in the midst of war, the Northern Border Region was still immersed in a mood of jubilant excitement.
Lately, the steam dailies of the Northern Border Region had been continuously publishing stories about the Otan Grelle Steam Empire’s great victory in the April war for the Steam Spirit Realm.
This served as a much-needed shot in the arm for the front lines, which had been steadily retreating.
Between April and May, the front line actually stopped its retreat and even launched localized counter-offensives.
During this time, the heroic deeds of several Tower Guardians who defended the Newborn Steam Empire’s Steam Spirit Realm with their lives, vowing to live or die with the Spirit Realm, were featured one by one in the Otan Grelle Steam Empire’s steam dailies.
Each Tower Guardian was given their own dedicated section in the steam dailies, with detailed reports on their actions.
As for the deceased Old Wizard, Fanuos, the Steam Empire granted him a state funeral.
He had dedicated his life to the Steam Empire and deserved such respect and honor.
Even though there was some discord among the various factions within the Otan Grelle Steam Empire, everyone was willing to join forces to resist Saintisman’s invasion at this critical juncture.
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Blood Glaze District, Steam Castle!
A rather lavish banquet finally came to a close late at night.
Zorn saw the guests off one by one.
As one of the Tower Guardians, Zorn Corick had not only united with the others to protect the Steam Spirit Realm.
In the process, he had also slain several powerful Level 8 and Level 9 Transcendents, as well as a shockingly strong Level 10 Forbidden Archbishop.
Although Zorn’s full name was not published in the papers, the news of this major victory was reported from every angle.
This resounding victory caused the Newborn Steam Empire’s fame to skyrocket across the entire Holy Land Continent.
Zorn could feel his Steam Sacred Mark coalescing at an accelerated rate.
Of course, keeping his name out of the papers was Zorn’s own request.
While spreading his fame could help solidify his Holy Crown Sacred Mark and Legendary Sacred Mark, Zorn, who knew of the desperate and cruel fate awaiting the World, understood that it was actually better for him not to build up these types of Sacred Marks.
The common people may not have known the details, but the mid-to-high-level Transcendents in Ogrande City were well aware of Zorn’s pivotal contributions during the battle for the Spirit Realm. They also knew of the astonishing power wielded by Zorn Corick, the young Transcendent genius from Ogrande City.
As a result, right after the war for the Spirit Realm concluded in April, the Steam Castle received an endless stream of visitors every day.
Zorn couldn’t possibly turn everyone away.
Thus, he had organized today’s lavish banquet, inviting numerous nobles to attend.
After the many guests had departed, Zorn, having eaten and drunk his fill, slowly made his way down the stairs into the basement.
He walked over to a full-length mirror.
He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK...
Zorn knocked to wake the sleeping Miss Mirror Witch.
"Ah!"
Miss Mirror Witch, who had been dozing off, glanced at the sky outside and quickly rose to greet Zorn.
"Good evening! Esteemed Mr. Zorn."
"Where is she?"
Zorn asked, looking into the Mirror World.
"I’ll go get her right now."
Miss Mirror Witch scurried over to another Mirror Image Gate.
Soon, a cold and dark figure clad in blood-red dragon leather armor appeared on the other side of the mirror.
It was none other than the Thorny Blood Lady of the Blood Sail Pirate Gang.
The Blood Sail Pirate Gang, which had set sail in March and returned in May, had reaped considerable rewards.
Rumors about their success had long been circulating on the high seas.
"I hear your Pirate Gang hunted a batch of Sub-dragons this time?"
Compared to the Dragon Race with its orthodox Legendary bloodline, the Dragon Descendants scattered across the many Worlds were more often "Sub-dragons" with mixed bloodlines.
It was all because those damn dragons loved to mate with creatures of any other race.
In the Extraordinary World, species barriers couldn’t hold up against the urges of a Giant Dragon.
This led to the birth of many peculiar Sub-dragon subspecies.
"You want to buy some? They won’t be cheap!"
the Thorny Blood Lady said, raising an eyebrow.
She was still a bit resentful about the fight between the Blood Sail Pirate Gang and Zorn back at the tavern.
But recently, with the various rumors surrounding the Otan Grelle Steam Republic’s defensive war for the Spirit Realm and the battle involving the Ancient God Curse in the Ancient Porcelain Holy City, they had already learned that this Mr. Zorn Corick had defeated even a Level 10 Archbishop.
Mr. Terrifying Evil Spirit.
That was the story and rumor circulating on the high seas about Zorn Corick.
This had also changed the perception that many crew members of the Blood Sail Pirate Gang had of Mr. Zorn Corick.
"’Not cheap’ might not necessarily apply to me nowadays!"
Zorn chuckled at her words.
He didn’t really want to admit it.
But as the war grew white-hot and the Extraordinary tide surged ever higher, he had cashed in. The crucial potions he had kept back in Ogrande City, the expansion of the farm, and his deep collaboration with the Witches to open up the highland medicinal herb market—all of it had allowed Zorn to become a true war profiteer.
’It might not sound pretty, but it’s the truth.’
His profits in February had already reached 30,000 gold pounds.
In March, they rose to 50,000 gold pounds.
