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“I know, come out with me for a moment, I have something to say to you.”
Jorshul fiercely lashed Daniel with a whip, nearly splitting his body in half, before following the Emperor outside.
“Why are you stopping me?”
The Emperor glanced around and quietly took out the Magical Cannon that Daniel had created to kill Jorshul's son and said, “Look, what is this?”
Even blinded by the hatred of his son's death, seeing the Magical Cannon in his hand startled him. He exclaimed in surprise, “What is this? A shaped Magical Cannon?”
“That's right. I’ve tested it; it is indeed a shaped Magical Cannon. Moreover, this is the weapon that killed your son. Daniel made it all by himself; you should know what that means.”
Jorshul certainly understood what that meant. It meant that the Bridport Empire would become even stronger, that the Bridport Empire would gain more attention from the World Guardian, and that subduing other empires to become the world's strongest nation was no longer a dream.
But so what? He killed his own son; no matter how important other matters were, none were as important as this.
“So I won’t let you kill him; it would be such a waste.”
Jorshul's eyes turned red. “Just because he is talented, your nephew has to suffer and watch his murderer go unpunished?”
The Emperor shook his head. “Of course not. What is Daniel compared to our relationship? We can set a deadline for him to produce a better Magical Cannon within a certain time frame; if he fails, then we can kill him.
By doing this repeatedly, we can extract all his value. Once he becomes useless, you can kill him however you want; I will not object.”
Jorshul wanted to oppose it, but he knew that his brother had come personally this time, leaving him no room to argue.
His brother came in person because he feared others would not withstand his pressure and would forcibly kill Daniel.
“This is yours; I want to see results within a month. If not, don’t blame me for killing him directly.”
The Emperor smiled bitterly; one month was too short. How could it be possible to design a new Magical Cannon in such a short time?
However, looking at his departing younger brother, he could only shake his head. What else could he do? If he couldn't come up with a design, he could only admit that Daniel lacked the ability, and let his brother handle it.
If Daniel killed a member of the royal family, he would also send someone to hunt him down if it weren't for the interests involved.
Soon, Acarlo walked in and set down Daniel, saying with concern, "I have done my best. You can avoid the death penalty, but you cannot escape the living punishment. You must design a Magical Cannon capable of killing a High-Level Practitioner within a month. If you fail, he will hand you over to Prince Qiaoxiu. But how can one month be enough?"
A High-Level Practitioner is equivalent to a Second-Level Wizard.
In the Dragon Rider World, there is only one being equivalent to a Fourth Level Wizard; there isn't such a strict classification of levels.
There are only distinctions between ordinary practitioners, Knight-Class Practitioners, High-Level Practitioners, and those from the Sanctum.
Within these categories, there are further detailed divisions; for example, knights are classified into low-level, mid-level, and high-level.
Daniel interrupted him. "One month is enough. However, I require a separate workshop. Whatever materials I need must be prepared for me without fail."
"Rest assured, I will meet your requirements."
After that, he spoke to Daniel again, "If it really doesn't work out, you can run away. Jorshul wouldn't dare do anything to me."
Daniel shook his head. What good would running do? With Jorshul's identity, once he escaped, he could forget about surviving; death was just a matter of time. He wouldn't be able to complete any tasks in the Wizarding World either.
He could only hide in the corners of the Dragon Rider World and struggle to survive. He was still young and didn't want it to end this way.
Daniel hastily bandaged his wounds before being taken to his workshop in the studio, where a team of High-Level Practitioners stood guard outside.
On one hand, they were preventing him from escaping; on the other hand, they were also stopping the Prince from losing control and coming to kill Daniel.
In the blink of an eye, a month had passed. Jociel arrived early at the workshop's entrance with a cold smile of hatred on his lips. Behind him were guards holding various torture instruments, waiting for the moment Daniel failed so they could move in for the kill.
A group of guards stood nervously in a line, unable to contain themselves as they stared at him, fearing he might rush in and commit murder at any moment.
The Emperor received the news and quickly rushed over, forming a three-way standoff with Acarlo and the others. Jociel cast a faint glance at him, his eyes filled with unmasked hatred. "My dear brother, the time has come. Are you going to open the door and see the results? It would be good for me to take revenge for your nephew."
The Emperor forced a bitter smile, knowing that Jociel had come to hate him because of his obstruction. Although it wasn't time yet, it wasn't worth offending him over such a trivial matter. He nodded, and his guards stepped forward to open the door, calling inside, "Daniel, come out. The month is up; how did your design turn out?"
Daniel emerged accompanied by Catherine. He looked extremely haggard, but his eyes were bright and full of spirit. He glanced at Jociel and said, "Sorry for taking up your time, but it seems you won't be able to take revenge for your son now."
Jociel's eyes instantly turned bloodshot as he clenched his fists tightly, staring at Daniel. After a moment, he suddenly relaxed his grip and smiled lightly. "Alright then, I want to see how your Magical Cannon turned out."
Though his words were casual, the deep-seated hatred hidden beneath them was chilling. Having a child in old age was supposed to be a joyous occasion, but in the end, it resulted in a parent mourning their child while having to watch the murderer flaunt their arrogance right before them—no one could bear that.
Acarlo feared that Jociel might deliberately sabotage things, so he rushed inside first and came out holding a cylindrical object embedded with various Magic Cores, resembling a complex piece of art.
Looking at it, Acarlo couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. As an Alchemy Master, he certainly wouldn't view it merely as an artwork; just from its appearance alone, he recognized many techniques used in it that he had never heard of or seen before. In just one month, Daniel had managed to overcome countless technical challenges to create this—it was truly astonishing!
Such talent must be protected at all costs; with him around, Acarlo seemed to envision the moment when Alchemy technology would soar.
Little did he know that Daniel had actually drawn inspiration from Wizarding World technology. With references from the Wizarding World’s techniques, there was no design of Magical Cannon that he couldn't create.
Jociel snatched it away and said, "This piece of junk can succeed? Let me give it a try."
The Emperor worried about potential sabotage and secretly compromised the structure of the Magical Cannon. He raised his hand and said, "Jociel, this thing isn't stable yet; who knows if it will work? Let someone else try first—what if it explodes?"
Jociel waved his hand dismissively and walked toward the testing area with the Magical Cannon without looking back. "Don't worry; I know how to prioritize. Do you not trust me?"
Seeing this, the Emperor had no choice but to tacitly accept his actions.
Jorshul arrived at the testing area and looked at Daniel. "How do you use this thing?"
"Just press the switch on top and aim the cannon at the enemy," Daniel replied. "However, I advise you—this is just an experimental item; whether it will succeed is still uncertain. If any step goes wrong and the Magical Cannon explodes, what will you do if you're injured? I suggest you let someone else test it."
If Daniel hadn't been in this situation, Jorshul might have considered that advice seriously. But since Daniel was like this now, anger flashed across Jorshul's face as he was even less likely to listen to someone who had killed their child. In an instant, he pressed the switch; a colorful beam of energy shot past Daniel and soared into the distance, nearly hitting the Emperor who followed closely behind and leaving him drenched in cold sweat.
Knowing that his brother was filled with a desire for revenge day and night, he wanted to avenge him, which felt somewhat abnormal, so he hid to the side and watched intently.
The beam of light lasted for more than ten seconds. These people were all strong, including a Sanctuary Expert who was specifically tasked with protecting the Emperor's safety. They could sense the energy within the beam; indeed, this energy could harm a High-Level Practitioner. If exposed for several seconds, it could even kill him. It seemed that Daniel had indeed succeeded.
A smile appeared on the Emperor's face; this was a single-unit Magical Cannon. Even an ordinary person holding it could inflict damage on a High-Level Practitioner.
And the cost was merely some wealth—what did that matter? If a war could truly kill a High-Level Practitioner, then what was the value of some wealth? It was clearly a great profit.
Jorshul clearly thought of this as well. Day and night, he was tormented by the desire for revenge against his brother's killer. He watched helplessly as his enemy moved before him but could not kill him. Who could understand that kind of pain? Finally waiting for the right moment to kill his enemy, only to find that it was impossible again—what kind of feeling was that? His hand gripping the Magical Cannon was turning blue from exertion.
His heart burned with hatred, but he did not notice that a faint sound suddenly came from within the Magical Cannon. With a loud bang, the Magical Cannon exploded, enveloping him completely.
Jorshul's roar echoed; judging by his strong voice, this explosion clearly would not harm him.
And indeed, as a Prince with the bloodline of the Golden Dragon Clan, Jorshul was not only a High-Level Practitioner but also possessed several powerful defensive items. This explosion was merely an accident; its power was not very strong and could not truly harm him—it was just a false alarm.
Amidst the crowd's exclamations, something unexpected happened with the explosion; it suddenly collapsed inward, pulling surrounding objects into it. The force grew stronger, and some soldiers could not withstand the suction and screamed as they were drawn in.
The Sanctuary Expert who had been protecting the Emperor changed color and rushed out, bombarding the center of the explosion repeatedly.
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