The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 128 - 15 Understanding Purpose
Chapter 128: Chapter 15: Understanding Purpose
Chapter 128 -15: Understanding Purpose
Ilot could only look up to his boss with admiration and puzzlement.
In just three years, he had changed so much. That wasn’t strange, as people grow and mature all the time, especially during three years of exile that would have exposed his boss to countless hardships he had never experienced before. These hardships were enough to transform a naive, innocent boy into a man, which Ilot realized during their first meeting back in Cyprus. However, Ilot found it puzzling that even within these few short months, his boss continued to give him new impressions in various aspects.
Whether it was his exceptional magic skills, his views on the current world of the Continent, or his guidance today on martial arts improvement, all of it made Ilot feel like he was looking up to a mountain. And the object of this reverence was none other than the companion who had grown up with him since childhood, which stirred infinite feelings within Ilot.
But as touching as these feelings were, Komer’s guidance indeed cleared a path through the fog on the road to martial arts improvement. Ilot could even vaguely sense that he was about to grasp the crux of his current bottleneck; with targeted refinement, he was certain to break through this phase and take his martial arts skills to the next level.
Seeing his companion lost in thought and silently stroking his sword, Komer did not interrupt, and simply bowed his head, lost in his own thoughts. With the arrival of over a hundred thousand immigrants, the Caucasus would surely become a hot spot in the Homer region. Philip may have left him alone for now, not wanting to immediately break ties with the Central Kingdom, but Komer knew that various constraints and oppressions would likely follow. This thought vexed him.
The nascent Caucasus depended heavily on external support in many respects. Its transportation was a particular weakness, not only due to the poor road conditions but mainly because the transport of various goods had to pass through the Leon Region, then through Bruce Fortress, and cross the Greenland Great Forest to enter the Busen Plain.
No wonder Philip, the old thief, didn’t care much about his activities in the Caucasus. Leon was the territory of his confidant Boninski, and Bruce Fortress was directly in Philip’s control, tightly gripping his throat. If Philip wanted to deal with him, all he had to do was tighten his hold on Bruce, leaving Komer with no recourse.
Although he only passed through Bruce in haste, Komer noticed that its army had at least doubled in size, clearly a precaution against him. It seemed inevitable that Philip would make his move sooner or later. How to break free from this cage was a matter Komer knew he had to consider carefully in the future.
For now, though, there were more immediate concerns. Ensuring that these hundred and fifty thousand refugees safely survived the winter and settled down was the top priority. As long as he succeeded in these two things, all other problems would cease to be problematic.
Plucking two grass roots at random and chewing them gently in his mouth, the slightly bitter taste seemed to resonate with Komer’s current situation. Being a Lord was not as glamorous as one might imagine. Of course, if you could sit on territories like the Busen Plain or Gutenberg, life would be quite different. It’s just a pity that this was the Caucasus, a place fraught with endless troubles waiting for him.
Sheathing his sword, Ilot had awoken from his deep thoughts, his face lit with joy and excitement. Although contemplation alone might not reveal the secret to advancement, Komer’s guidance was like a beacon of light in his heart. As long as he followed this direction, progressing to the next stage was within reach.
“Ilot, it looks like you’ve made some great gains. Does improving your martial arts really hold such a strong appeal for you?” A rare smile curled at the corners of his lips as Komer spoke with a deep and thoughtful gaze.
“Heh, Boss, you know me. I don’t have many other interests, and martial arts is the only skill I have in life. Now that I’ve come of age, my Fighting Qi is still at the beginner’s level. When I look at those Thunderhorse Knights, I can’t help but wonder how much time it will take me to catch up to them?” Ilot’s face always bore a hint of dissatisfaction and regret.
“Boss, your level of magic must be that of a Mage by now, right? Three years ago you couldn’t do anything. No offense, but back then I could take on three of you by myself. Yet now, three years later, your level of magic has reached that of a Mage. Hey, as far as I know, just getting to the stage of a Magic Apprentice takes three years, and to progress from an apprentice to a Magician takes at least five to eight years. Moving on from Magician to Mage requires a person with considerable magical talent to overcome that hurdle. Even with good talent, it takes at least eight to fifteen years. Boss, a feat that takes normal people sixteen years of hard work and training, you achieved in three years. How on earth did you manage that?”
“Ilot, the experiences of these past three years are too complex to explain in a few words, and I still don’t know much about my Master’s background. But I do believe that even when facing the great powers and lords known across the Continent, my Master would not be at a disadvantage in either magic or martial arts. It’s just that I have little interest in martial arts, so I haven’t learned much from my Master in that area. I can only offer you some guidance with what I know.”
Komer sidestepped the issue of his various anomalies. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his brother, but he felt that the time was not yet ripe. Letting them in on many things would be of no benefit and could even potentially bring them much trouble.
Nodding silently, Ilot knew his question was somewhat abrupt. Everyone has secrets they cannot share with others, and his boss was no longer the unrestrained, dissolute young master of the past. The secrets he carried might be known only to him. From the close attention of the Thunderhorse Knights to the display of magical prowess, all of it signaled that the current Komer was no longer the Komer of the past.
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Seeing his companion somewhat disheartened, Komer felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart. Now, more than ever, he needed friendship, especially from a companion with whom he had grown up from a young age—it was invaluable to him. Having endured too much pain, he never wanted to return to the past; he aimed to change everything. And all of these changes would require power, the kind of power that controlled the fate of others.
“Ilot, what do you think people live their entire lives for? What is our ultimate pursuit? Is it unbridled and carefree freedom? Invincible martial arts and magic? Endless wealth and riches? Everlasting and eternal love? Or is it the power and authority to strategize and dominate? In this vast world, we hustle and bustle all day long, but what is it that we’re really after?”
The faint words seemed to suddenly bridge the growing distance between them. Both Komer and Ilot fell silent at that moment. What was all this for? Komer himself longed to comprehend this point.
Endless worries seemed to follow him relentlessly. Wave after wave left him exhausted. He lived as if on autopilot, following a path predestined by others, never able to escape the constraints and control from the outside world.
“Boss, I don’t know what your ultimate goal is,” Ilot said, “but I know that if we don’t struggle and strive like this, we’re likely to be either abandoned by the locals or executed by those who view us with enmity. We are just fighting to survive, to live a better life.”
Ilot’s words genuinely startled Komer. He had never expected his rough and straightforward friend to articulate such a succinct yet profound sentiment. Survival, a better life—was that his pursuit?
“Ilot, you’re right. Survival, that’s all we’re seeking—a better right to survival. But others live better than us, and there are even people who don’t want to see us survive, who will go to great lengths to stop us. If we want to protect our right to live and live better than those people, then we must struggle and fight by any means necessary to make our power stronger, to have the power that decides the fate of others’ survival. For those who want to deprive us of our right to live, we have no choice but to fight tooth and nail, only by stripping them of their survival right can we truly ensure our own.”
Stirred by Ilot’s words, Komer’s emotions surged, and the words buried deep in his heart surged forth. By the end, his voice was fierce, the words edged with a bloody tenor as if squeezed through clenched teeth.
Upon returning to the Caucasus, Komer received a spontaneous welcome from the people of Ugru Town. When the traders from different places learned that a large number of immigrants were about to move in, Ugru immediately became a hot spot for setting up shops.
Especially under the lead of the Barefoot Society Merchants like Caffrey, a frenzy of shop openings took over Ugru Town, from coffee shops, flower shops, bakeries, taverns, jewelry stores, clothing stores, fabric stores, shoe stores to even weapon and equipment stores. The townspeople began to sense that their lives were about to change.
Seeing that the Lord’s Mansion had planned several streets within a three-kilometer radius of Ugru Town as the central urban area, that the once-wild land would soon become a bustling market, and that they would become residents of Ugru Town’s center, filled them with an anxious excitement.
After all, this was probably the most significant change in Ugru Town since its establishment. The younger generation, already weary of the silent and dull life, yearned for the day to come.
Neptune, who had been captivated by Puber’s highly inspiring plans, took advantage of the younger generation’s mentality, continuously promoting and explaining through various channels the numerous benefits of the incoming immigrants. Additionally, Puber’s official declaration from the Lord’s Mansion announcing that the Caucasus Region would be exempt from poll and land taxes for three years rallied the poor indigenous people to spread the news far and wide.
Even in times when there were no lords, the poll tax had never been abolished. Tax collectors from Cyprus would arrive on time every year to collect, and although the amount was not large, for those families who struggled to make ends meet, it was a significant expense.
Faced with the cheering townspeople, Komer’s heart was devoid of any joy or passion. Since that night’s conversation with Ilot, he had set his goals. These simple townspeople were just pawns that he could use, to align their values with his ambitions. Of course, there were many difficulties to overcome, but with a goal in mind, Komer felt he could at least work step by step towards it.
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