The Mighty Dragons Are Dead-Chapter 828 - 0825: Knight Riding By (First Update)

Chapter 828: Chapter 0825: Knight Riding By (First Update)

He couldn’t obtain any useful advice from the Marquis of Bull Tail.

Li Si Te’s father had his vision confined by the knightly system, with his worldview formed and solidified, unable to see any need for improvement.

It was still the same old thing common on the Legendary Continent—the King managed the King’s domains, Nobles managed the Nobles’ domains. They fought together when there was a war, divided the spoils when dirty work was done, afterward each returning to their own homes, to their own mothers. The King was not really a King but was essentially just the big brother in charge.

This system was undoubtedly very outdated, yet somehow it suited the current productive forces.

After the Marquis of Bull Tail and his son left, Liszt leaned back in his chair, still contemplating the issue. In the initial period after transmigrating, filled with ambition, he had thought about changing the social system—from feudal decentralization to centralization, concentrating all power in the hands of the monarch.

However, reforming the system wasn’t something that could happen overnight.

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If China hadn’t had the awe-inspiring vision and enterprise of “stirring up the remaining vigor of the six generations and grasping the long staff to govern within the universe” by Emperor Qin Shi Huang, who caused heads to roll, centralization would have been equally difficult. Moreover, in Liszt’s current thinking, whether it be decentralization or centralization, both were outdated feudal systems.

It really wasn’t clear whether decentralization was more comfortable or centralization was—the Dragon Rearing Family at the top of the pyramid, or a family that reared several dragons, would live comfortably no matter what.

“A better system, one of people ruling together with me, is not something I can do; arbitrarily shaking my own power, I cannot yet achieve such fearless spirit,” he murmured, shaking his head. Having tasted the sweetness of power, how could one give up that flavor, to act with noble character.

After a moment, he made a decision.

“If there’s no drive for reform for the time being, then I’ll just copy the Steel Ridge Kingdom’s system and continue maintaining the feudal system… Once the Flame Kingdom develops and grows strong, and my personal strength reaches its peak, then if I want to centralize power, I could freely lead a reform with an invincible momentum. I believe no one would dare to stop me.”

However, as his gaze fell upon the map of the Flame Islands on the table, he suddenly laughed at himself, feeling that he had always been needlessly worrying.

The Flame Islands spread over more than five million square kilometers, of which Flame Island itself accounted for more than three million square kilometers. This meant that even if he distributed all the remaining islands, his territory as King would still be vast, a third the size of China, enough for the family to thrive for generations.

Whether decentralization or centralization, it was all the same in the end.

Once Flame Island developed under his guidance and its productive forces flourished abundantly, even if Liszt didn’t actively reform the system, the system would evolve on its own. Even if he continued with feudal grants, those Nobles who saw the wealth of Flame Island might even cry and beg to stay on Flame Island as officials.

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Furthermore,

If one day he could contract with the Immortal Dragon and gain immortality…

The next day.

On July 15th, the funeral of Marquis Merlin took place amidst a soft drizzle. There was no overly grand ceremony, no loud gongs or drums, just many Nobles riding in carriages, following the procession of Knights who escorted the coffin, heading to the Long Taro Family’s cemetery.

The grave had already been dug, the epitaph too had been erected.

It was a moderately sized rectangular tombstone, with “Marquis of Red Crab Island – Merlin Taro,” “Born April 18th, in the year 71 of Glory,” “Died July 3rd, in the year 154 of Honor” written in Serpent Script. Birth was referred to as Glory and death as Honor; the epitaph was simple, without even a mention of who erected the tombstone.

However, there was a line of small text at the bottom.

“Regarding life, regarding death, bestow a cold glance; the Knight rides past.”

This was the epitaph Marquis Merlin had thought of for himself long ago. Before he rested in peace, he had already ordered the tombstone to be carved and placed it above the soil that would soon cover his resting place.

With a Tulip in hand, Liszt stood in front of the tombstone, allowing the rain to fall on his Flack Abaieye attire, soaking his clothes. Contemplating the past of Marquis Merlin, even though he had been dead for over ten days, his emotions remained bleak. If nothing unexpected happened, he too would see this day, becoming bones and dust alongside the earth.

He once thought that he did not fear death, but at this moment, he craved even more to contract with the Immortal Dragon.

Watching the casket of Marquis Merlin being buried into the earth, his desire only intensified—he absolutely did not wish to be buried into the ground one day.

The entire cemetery was very quiet, all the nobles silent, merely quietly contemplating and praying silently. After the servants of the cemetery had packed the soil and placed pots upon pots of flowers, an elderly noble present gently coughed, he was Marquis Merlin’s distant cousin, Memi Taro.

Despite his mere barony, his age was sufficiently great, so he was invited by the Mesiro Couple to preside over the funeral.

Once the elderly noble caught everyone’s attention, he spoke slowly, “Marquis of Red Crab Island, the pillar of the Long Taro Family, Merlin Taro lies here in eternal rest… The funeral is now complete, I now ask the guests to proceed in turn around the grave, offer flowers, and bid a final farewell to Merlin Taro.”

Flowers are a beautiful symbol, many nobles use it as their surname, and offering flowers to the deceased is one of the few significant parts of a funeral.

As the highest-ranking Dragon Knights and Archmages, Liszt and Ach stepped forward together, gently placing the tulip flowers in front of the tombstone.

The Mesiro Couple and the Meioubao Couple stood beside the grave, faces etched with grief, and bowed slightly to thank the two men. Liszt and Ach bowed in return, then walked around the grave before departing from the cemetery under the guidance of the servants.

Following closely behind was a procession of noble guests, each offering flowers before leaving the cemetery.

Thus, the funeral of Marquis Merlin was completed simply.

The light rain continued to drizzle down.

Liszt declined the offer of a Retainer Knight to hold an umbrella for him, instead taking the umbrella to hold himself, walking slowly toward Long Taro Castle alongside Ach, stepping on wet cobblestones. He didn’t walk too fast, and the nobles following, including Anthony, could only proceed slowly.

No one dared to interrupt, allowing Liszt and Ach ample space for a private conversation.

The handsome Dragon Knight had a trace of melancholy on his face, “If I can’t obtain the covenant method from the Dragon Domain LandLord, I might end up lying in the dark soil like grandfather in a few decades.”

Ach wrinkled her delicate nose, “But Ach can live for many more years.”

“Then live life well, and protect my family.”

“I don’t want to do that, Ach wants to stay with brother, I don’t want to be separated.”

“Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are in heaven, people inevitably experience moments of joy and sorrow, parting and reunion, much like the moon in the sky that waxes and wanes, ceaselessly continuing,” Liszt said with emotion, even though he was determined to contract with an Immortal Dragon, even if he couldn’t find an Immortal Dragon he would contract with another.

But who could guarantee a successful contract, so many kings died without achieving a successful contract.

So far on the Legendary Continent, there are rumors that the Emperor of the Neverfall Empire has been reigning for more than two hundred years, clearly he is a Dragon Domain LandLord.

However, it’s hard to discern the truth of such news, as the Neverfall Empire is so far from the Duchy of Sapphire, almost without any interaction.

Of course, as long as there’s a glimmer of hope, Liszt would strive for it.

If it came to that, he would ride the Formless Dragon straight into the imperial palace of the Neverfall Empire to have a chat with that Emperor about the contract with a Dragon Domain LandLord.

In the end, who, given the chance at eternal life, would want to die?

Ach didn’t know Liszt’s thoughts, but she said seriously, “Brother, rest assured, Ach will figure out the contract method of the Dragon Domain LandLord, so that brother can live for hundreds of years, until the point where we both no longer wish to continue.”

Liszt smiled, “Good, I look forward to it!”

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I wonder what epitaph you would want for yourself. Old White, after his death, will probably have etched: “This person can no longer spam messages…”