The Mighty Dragons Are Dead-Chapter 690 - 0687: Big News (Third Update, Celebrating 10,000 Coins Reward 2/2)

Chapter 690: Chapter 0687: Big News (Third Update, Celebrating 10,000 Coins Reward 2/2)

This chapter is a special update as a reward for “dadadsdsd”.

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After the banquet, there were usually some entertainment arrangements.

On Coral Island, other forms of entertainment besides hunting were to enjoy songs, dances, and theatrical plays—ever since Liszt had created theatrical plays, and with the promotion of new dramatic performers like Avril Mask, stage plays had evolved into operas, dance dramas, and theatrical plays.

Together with the long-standing slapstick plays, theatrical performances were becoming increasingly diverse and beloved by both the nobles and commoners on Coral Island.

These stage plays had already reached beyond Coral Island, beginning to spread to outer islands, though the scale was still relatively small for the time being.

Without a doubt, Marquis of Bull Tail had arranged several stage plays in the castle’s hall, attracting the attention of many nobles. Ach, sitting with Liszt, watched with great interest—the dramatic conflicts, coincidental developments, and exaggerated performances were all deeply impressive.

During the intermission, Liszt asked Ach, “How was the luncheon?”

“The Lorial were nice, Lady Penelope was also nice, but Ach didn’t like those noble ladies. Ach ignored them, they seemed somewhat insincere.”

“That’s how nobles are, living with a mask of pretense.”

“Brother, when are we going back?”

“Don’t you like Tulip Castle?”

“Ach wants to go back to Fresh Flower Town, or even to the Black Horse Island Mage Tower is fine. Staying here doesn’t feel very comfortable. Besides, Ach is in a critical phase of researching magic for organizing clothes.”

Liszt knew that trying to make Ach immediately adapt to the life of human nobility was indeed difficult, and he was not willing to force a sea serpent to live like a human, so he nodded and said, “Well, after we meet with my father and chat for a bit, I’ll send you back to Fresh Flower Town.”

“Mm.”

After the stage play concluded, during the brief interval when nobles were resting and having tea, Liszt found the Marquis of Bull Tail and said, “Father, if you’re not too busy, let’s have a chat.”

Marquis of Bull Tail instructed Butler Louis to take good care of the guests and followed Liszt to a corner of the living room. First, he looked over Ach, who bore a nobility greater than that of the noble girls, with a teasing glint in his eyes.

He asked, “Liszt, is this the sister you mentioned?”

Clearly, like most people, he too was guessing the relationship between Ach and Liszt.

Liszt wasn’t particularly moved by such gazes; it was natural for Ach to belong to him “personally,” albeit with some different thoughts. But more than that, Ach, like Little Fire Dragon Leo and Greater Elf Pike, belonged to the category of magical creatures.

The difference was—Leo displayed intelligence close to that of humans but showed more of his animal instincts; Elves were attuned to human nature, but needed a bit more refinement, at least those below the level of Greater Elf were lacking; only Ach, as a sea spirit, exhibited behaviors and an intelligence akin to humans.

“Father, let’s talk in the study,” said Liszt, pulling Ach along in response.

As soon as he heard these words, Marquis of Bull Tail subconsciously felt uncomfortable, always sensing that some big news was about to be disclosed.

He took a deep breath and said tentatively, “Shall we just talk here in the corner?”

“It needs to be kept secret.”

Phew!

The marquis glanced at the calm Liszt and the expressionless Ach, feeling an increasing premonition that big news was on the horizon. Suppressing his discomfort, he said, “I’ll go greet the First Prince. You two go to the study and wait for me.”

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A moment later.

In the study, Liszt, Ach, and the marquis each took a seat.

The marquis, holding a cup of tea, asked somewhat uncomfortably, “Is there something you wanted to say to me?”

“Father must be very curious about Ach’s identity. I’m prepared to reveal a bit to you, to facilitate your arrangements henceforth,” said Liszt.

The marquis looked at Ach, who was attentively flipping through a book with no intention of joining the conversation, and patiently waited for Liszt to continue.

“Ach’s identity is very special, and I must keep it a secret for now, but I can tell you, Father, that Ach and I are indeed as close as siblings,” Liszt said.

“I have no intention of meddling in the matters of you young people,” the Marquis sighed in relief, thinking Liszt was going to discuss something related to marriage.

He relaxed and sank comfortably into his chair, picking up a cup of tea and taking a satisfying sip.

He had grown increasingly fond of green tea, with its bitterness followed by sweetness—much like life itself—a flavor unmatched by any other beverage.

Seeing his reaction, Liszt smiled slightly and went straight to the point, “What I want to say is, Ach is not an ordinary Grand Magician; she is an Archmage.”

“Hmm?”

The Marquis failed to react for a moment.

Liszt emphasized, “Yes, Ach is an Archmage, a pinnacle of power on par with a Dragon Knight,” and he awaited the Marquis’s response.

The Marquis, however, merely frowned.

After staring at Ach for a few seconds, he nodded slowly, “Are you certain that this young lady is the legendary Archmage, the sort that hasn’t appeared for many years and has fallen into myth?” His gaze held doubt and mistrust, but he seemed not too shocked, remaining very calm.

This was not the reaction Liszt had anticipated.

He patted Ach’s shoulder, “Let my father witness the might of an Archmage.”

“Yes.”

Ach closed the Knight’s Novel that Liszt had taken off the shelf for her, and without any grand gesture, simply lifted her arm. Instantly, countless water arrows lined up densely around the study, then with coordinated movements, they circled around. Finally, the arrows converged to form a giant water sword.

The water sword hovered silently, blade pointing down, in front of the Marquis.

Its tangible light emitted a heartbeat-provoking aura of magic.

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The Marquis’s mouth fell open as he finally showed the shocked expression that Liszt had been expecting.

However, this look of astonishment didn’t last long before he recovered, looking at Ach in amazement, “Such powerful magic control, such lifelike magic effects. Although I don’t know exactly what an Archmage is, it certainly isn’t something a Grand Magician could achieve.”

“Naturally… Father, I am a Dragon Knight, and Ach is an Archmage. You can proceed confidently in your dealings with the Grand Duke, and patiently await the moment I establish the nation.”

“I understand. Don’t worry; I know what to do,” the Marquis nodded seriously, “As for you in overall command, you’re clearer on what to do than I am. I shall no longer worry unnecessarily. Go ahead and act, the glory of the Tulip Family rests on your shoulders!”

“Alright then, I’ll take Ach home for now; she doesn’t enjoy these noble social occasions.”

The Marquis nodded indifferently, “Go ahead.”

Leaving the study, Liszt frowned slightly. The Marquis’s reaction indeed had shock, but it was far from the impact he had imagined.

“It shouldn’t be like this. The reaction to having an Archmage standing before him should not be this,” he was somewhat puzzled. From Chris’s reaction alone, it was evident that the shock of an Archmage was even greater than that of a Dragon Knight—powerful as they may be, Dragon Knights were known entities, with everyone aware that the Continental Kingdom had them.

Yet, an Archmage had become a legend, and the shock of a legend turning into reality was imaginable.

“Forget it, no use thinking about it anymore.”

Putting aside his unease, Liszt called for the servants to bring over the Landwalker bird Loki, preparing to take Ach back to Fresh Flower Town.

What he didn’t know was that as he left the study and began descending the stairs, the Marquis of Bull Tail spilled his tea on his clothes once again.

“Archmage!”

“He’s conjured up an Archmage for me again!”

“This can’t be real, this can’t be real, it’s definitely not true! An illusion, an illusion!” He paid no mind to the spilled tea, just kept taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself, yet his heart rate refused to slow, “I knew it! I knew he’d drop a bombshell when he asked me to talk in the study!”

“I knew it!”

“Good thing I held back!”