Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 922 - 603: Dragon Feast Intelligence
The War Festival, one of the most significant holidays in the Warrior Country.
Hosting a festival involves very complex various considerations. Choosing the specifications, date, and venue are minor issues; one must also consult the ancestor spirits, sacrifice to the War God, ignite beacons, among other more cumbersome steps, which hardly fit the character of the Warrior Country people.
This time the appearance of the Mad Dragon not only destroyed important sacrificial items, but the most significant disaster it caused was the interruption of the War Festival.
Once the festival is interrupted, one must redo the sacrifices to the War God, consult the spirits, and other cumbersome steps. The fastest it can be done is within half a month, and that's if there are no obstacles.
But now, it's not possible anymore.
"When consulting the ancestor spirits, why do they refuse to let the festival continue?"
In the Imperial Capital, within the Royal Palace, King Banto closed his eyes in contemplation.
Consulting the ancestor spirits may seem superstitious back at Gong Qiying's hometown, but in this magical fantasy world, it is an absolutely feasible method.
The Warrior Country has always valued the spirits of ancestors. They believe that even if the ancestors have died, through some special rituals, one can always communicate in riddles with the remnants of the ancestors' spirits. It's always good to inform the ancestors before making any major decision.
Since Banto became king, every decision he made was communicated with the spirits, and each time the spirits agreed.
However, this time, when he routinely consulted the spirits to continue the interrupted War Festival due to an accident, he received unprecedented opposition.
He was initially skeptical and asked several more times, receiving the same oppositional response each time.
This led him to sit on the throne, pondering deeply but unable to identify the reason.
"This is the first War Festival since the wave of reforms, and the spirits have expressed their opposition. Could it be..."
He was silent for a moment, then shook his head.
"I shouldn't think this way. Reform is the only future for our country. The spirits' refusal might have another reason."
No matter how he thought about it, his intuition was telling him this seemed like an ominous sign.
But...the Warrior Country is clearly peaceful now.
It's not like the past dangerous situation of the Yanor Kingdom.
Banto worried that thinking further might affect his determination to implement the Warrior Reform, so he took over today's matters to be handled from the guard to browse.
"The Battle Festival has attracted great attention domestically."
He knew about the Battle Festival, and recently, Lanle had sent a message, taking a sum of money from him, claiming it was for recruiting warriors to participate in the Battle Festival.
It was rare for the other party to be so committed to one thing, so Banto allowed it, considering it as training for Lanle.
And his own evaluation of the Battle Festival was: 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
"If I were still young and hadn't ascended the throne, perhaps after seeing the contents inside that Image Stone, I would immediately rush nonstop to Sain Dungeon."
But now it's not possible, as he has things he should do now.
"Sain Dungeon, both my father and Ainz III of the neighboring country speak highly of you, and so far, you have saved two countries. Every place you have visited has prospered, even those adventurers who have benefited from you are flourishing."
Banto muttered to himself:
"If you are truly so effective, also come and change the current situation of the Warrior Country."
His lament had not long continued.
When he saw a particular message, his brows furrowed once more.
"The Mad Dragon again..."
Reports from various regions within the Warrior Country have been sent to him about sightings of the Mad Dragon. Sometimes this giant dragon just passes by, sometimes it stays briefly in a place. Each time it stays, it does two things:
One is to roar loudly, and the other is to gnaw on the residents' food supplies.
The noise disturbance and violent plundering of food, even though there seems to be no news of the Mad Dragon killing anyone, are enough to cause complaints amongst the people. More people are fleeing in panic to safer big cities, causing the social order to become somewhat chaotic for a time.
This matter must be resolved quickly.
There's an urgent need to gather a group of Dragon Slayer Warriors.
A guard outside the royal palace walked in to report at this time.
"Your Majesty, that Magic Professor has come again, still demanding to meet Master Younka."
"Here again...."
Banto frowned, the Magic Professor the guard mentioned was Turci.
The famous copyright defender in the Magic Association.
This time, she came to demand from Younka the fees for those improved and disseminated magics without paying copyright fees and to compensate for the copyright fees of all magic creators!
And brought strong demands that the safety, stability, practicality, and whether these improved magics could continue to be disseminated must go through testing by the Magic Association!
All dissemination actions should be stopped before the testing is completed!
"Hauntingly persistent, never thought she'd find her way here so quickly."
The Magic Association, an organization established by the highest echelon of Magicians, spans countries across the world.
Even though it seems to have no presence in the daily lives of ordinary people, in reality, its reach is broader than that of the adventurer's guild; its influence can be seen in various industries.
Moreover, the professors in the association are all outstanding figures in the field of magic, the energy generated by such a group of people gathered together....
