Furthermore, this formidable perception extends from the Mage City, spreading in all directions, encompassing the entire Elisium City, with a population exceeding 1.5 million.
This is the first authority possessed by the Mage City he designed, representing the deterrent power a spellcaster with a Mage Tower can wield.
Spellcasters, with the aid of a Mage Tower, can completely control a region, and when a Legendary Mage occupies a corresponding level Mage Tower, the power displayed is even more terrifying.
Moreover, what Noah designed isn’t a re Mage Tower, but a genuine Magic Miracle City, sothing even Legendary Mages would envy.
It’s due to his adoptive father’s presence that resources could be gathered to construct this magical wonder; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been feasible, it was too challenging.
Because of this, the gazes cast upon Noah were as surprised as could be, for outsiders cannot comprehend the directive Selena passed down.
He’s just an adopted son, not a biological child, so why give the first right of inheritance to an adopted son?
Even though it’s known that the Duchess’s son has diocre talent, her granddaughter and grandson are exceptionally gifted, not inferior to her and her husband.
Given this, even when choosing an inheritor, shouldn’t it be among the direct descendants? Why give it to soone from another race? Although this is an illustrious Golden Dragon, it still doesn’t make sense.
Everyone looked at each other, feeling it absurd, but seeing Casius silently watching and not voicing any opposition, as outsiders, they couldn’t comnt on it.
This is their family matter, they must have their considerations for making such a decision, perhaps so hidden reason unbeknownst to others.
Whatever others felt, Noah didn’t know, but the Golden Dragon himself felt very complicated at this mont. Although his adoptive mother had long promised him this, fulfilling a promise is another matter.
How many betrayers exist in this world? Even with contracts witnessed by Divines, many still break them. But his adoptive mother did not, instead, she went beyond her initial promise.
The soul’s fluctuation disappearing implies the most dreadfully strict condition of realization is death, but another might be venturing too far during travels in the Otherworld, so much so that the Mage City can’t perceive it, equivalent to disappearance.
This condition is much easier to achieve.
"What’s wrong? Sad? You little one aren’t dissatisfied, are you?"
His adoptive mother’s smiling words interrupted Noah’s thoughts, and as the Golden Dragon raised his head, Selena reminded him,
"Are you still concerned about your armant? If you’re so eager, you can take out your design blueprints right now and show them to Mr. Damien."
Following his adoptive mother’s direction, Noah realized she was indicating the shortest figure in the hall at the mont: the gno.
"Mr. Damien."
Noah was very polite; regardless of who he faced, encountering a gno with the Divine Craftsman’s title, politeness was requisite; it’s the proper attitude.
Gnos are among the world’s most renowned major races; though not as fad as Elves or Dwarves, they are best known for a myriad of craftsn erging from among them.
Unlike dwarves fad for forging weapons, gnos pride themselves, and are world-renowned for their exceptional craftsmanship, able to manufacture extrely delicate, almost inconceivable special equipnt like the Golden Mane War Chariot and Land Giant Ship.
"Well, Holy Dragon, let see your design blueprints."
Facing the not-yet-adult Golden Dragon, the gno Divine Craftsman, who should have been proud and high, also displayed amiability, not to ntion he currently owed a debt of gratitude, and this couple’s stance was extrely clear.
"Let see."
Once Noah took out the blueprints, several Dwarf Kings also gathered around.
"A very intricate armant design, what do you intend to use as the main material for casting?"
The gno Divine Craftsman Damien comnted, but just from the calm tone, it was clear Noah’s design seed quite ordinary in his eyes, not even a single good point could be identified, hence the switch to ask about materials instead.
Such bland praise, evidently re courtesies, not criticizing his design outright was already a great favor, a matter of human relationships, and Noah could discern it clearly.
"I plan to use Solar teorite Gold as the main material, not sure if feasible?"
Facing a Divine Craftsman recognized for achieving the highest accomplishnts in his field, Noah maintained the right attitude, albeit a universal genius, yet in the craftsman’s specialized domain, they were unmatched geniuses, with their talents thoroughly exercised beyond what Noah could currently rival.
"How large of Solar teorite Gold?"
Damien paused for a mont.
"Large enough for to sleep curled up on."
"Such a massive piece of Solar teorite Gold? Where is it?"
The gno craftsman showed little reaction, but the two Dwarf Kings were visibly excited and couldn’t wait.
Under a wave of urging and prompting, Noah had to take the gno and dwarves to his collection room. After a round of exclamations and marvels, since it was no longer a public setting, both the gno and dwarves dropped formalities and displayed their professional qualities,
"The concept is good, but the design is too crude, it needs a complete overhaul."
"Such a design is just wasting materials, only a novice would make such a basic error."
"If I dared to produce such work upon adulthood, I’d be exiled from the tribe."
It had to be said, when these guys stopped holding back, their critiques were quite acerbic and aggressive, yet Noah wasn’t a dragon with a fragile ego, humbly accepting criticism.
Moreover, despite the scolding, they were forthcoming with suggestions for modifications, willing to impart genuine knowledge, who cares about a few scolds?
Real core knowledge is never docunted in books, and so knowledge is indescribable, only comprehensible through understanding.
However, this oppressive learning environnt full of spittle-spewing critiques only lasted until Noah’s adoptive father entered, restoring harmony once more, as this trip was primarily to forge weapons for Casius.
Just then, the humble apprentice Noah discovered although his adoptive father knew nothing, sotis even posed ridiculous requests, the gno and old dwarves treated him exceptionally well, not just refraining from criticism or sarcasm, but would cautiously find indirect ways to suggest any perceived shortcomings in Casius’s ideas.
"..."
Watching the gno Divine Craftsman and Dwarf Kings practically fawning over his adoptive father, Noah felt inwardly at peace, having nothing to say; this was the reality of the world.
It’s just the fundantal rules of the world, unavoidable, or perhaps they were indeed unable to defy, otherwise, Noah reckoned they wouldn’t utter a single word of dissent.
"Since you have no objections, the final plan is set; your weapon shall be cast according to the design on the plans."
The esteed gno Divine Craftsman spoke with considerable warmth, and Noah noticed that this already short gno was not standing as straight anymore.
"Yes, that’s fine."
Feeling the exchange this ti went very smoothly, Casius nodded, his requests were mostly t, leaving him very satisfied.
"What about my armant..."
Seizing the opportunity with his adoptive father present, Noah finalized his armant blueprints.
"After completing Lord Casius’s weapon, we will also proceed to finish your armant."
The gno promised while a dwarf couldn’t resist adding,
"Honestly, the difficulty of crafting your armant exceeds that of Lord Casius’s."
"If it’s exceedingly troubleso, I can offer additional paynt."
Casius chid in.
"It’s just a slightly greater difficulty, but far from troubleso, Lord Casius, please don’t say that; if we accepted your paynt, we might face expulsion from our kin."
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