Chapter 315 - 028: Carry out my will!

Chapter 315: 028: Carry out my will!

The Wizard World has its own rules, and the Mortal World also has its own regulations.

The Kingdom wins the loyalty of the Great Lords, the Great Lords win the loyalty of the small lords, the small lords win the loyalty of the Knights, and the Knights, as the armed force, are responsible for maintaining the most basic order. This is the full picture of the societal rules of the Mortal World.

This set of rules has operated for hundreds or even thousands of years and forms the core of the entire Mortal World. With this framework, the common people of the Mortal World know whom they should obey, and order is prevented from descending into chaos.

Yet the core of this rule is not simply defined by who has the biggest fists, but rather—

Bloodline supremacy!

The Prince of the King will become the King in the future, the crown of the Grand Duke can only be inherited by the son of the Duke, and the Earl’s title must also come from the Earl’s legitimate bloodline.

A farmer who works relentlessly on his fields will inevitably remain a hardworking farmer, a devoted Blacksmith perfecting his craft in the Blacksmith Shop will only become an excellent Blacksmith, and a tailor, despite possessing unparalleled dexterity, will only be a remarkable tailor…

A Knight?

Indeed, Knights are the exception. An empowered Knight can acquire estates, titles, status, and even positions anywhere they go.

However,

The necessary Breathing Technique to become a Knight, the resources for Knight Training, and even a refined suit of Armor and a treasure sword are all controlled by the Nobles. Only by first becoming a Noble can one then become a Knight; it’s not becoming a Knight that turns someone into a Noble. This distinction is crucial, incredibly crucial.

In conclusion,

This world is essentially divided into two classes: the ruling class and the ruled class. There is a clear boundary between the two. While the boundary can be crossed in rare cases, it requires a reason that convinces everyone.

And bastards, in this rule framework, are considered unacknowledged bloodlines. They are no different from commoners, with absolutely no legitimacy, even a shred.

Forcing such a person to inherit a title would inevitably make this system collapse.

After all…

The small lords would think, “If a bastard can inherit the Great Lord’s title, why can’t I?” Commoners would think, “If bastards can become Nobles, why can’t I?” Small lords, Great Lords, even the King.

Then why should farmers keep farming? Why should Blacksmiths keep working at their forges? Why should tailors keep making clothes? Everyone might as well pursue nobility.

Yes, Lynch is incredibly powerful.

Relying on Transcendent strength, he can do whatever he wants. Even if he pulls a beggar off the street and forcibly places him on the throne with a crown, it’s not impossible. No one would dare openly oppose him.

However,

He would still need to tell others that the beggar is, in fact, the King’s lost child or the heir handpicked by the late King—any plausible legal justification or excuse would suffice, even if everyone knows it’s nonsense.

But now?

He ordered Greywell to casually pick a bastard of the Old Count and made him inherit the title, completely dismissing Greywell’s proposal to rally other Nobles to endorse this bastard. He blatantly forced him onto that throne without offering even a veneer of reason or protocol, trampling the rules in the most naked way possible.

The consequences are already predictable.

Greywell, deeply troubled, said, “Master Wizard, if we continue like this, I fear we’ll have no one left to use.”

Since Lynch forcibly allowed this bastard to inherit a title, Feiyan City, which had just regained peace, has once again descended into turmoil.

These Nobles don’t dare to rebel against him, but they can’t function within this framework either. As a result, they are fleeing Feiyan City one after another—Barons, Viscounts, Lords—all one by one, leaving in droves within just a few months.

The city’s entire administrative system, all official positions, are entirely run by these Nobles—the defense, taxation, civil affairs. With their departure, the city has nearly come to a standstill.

There are no soldiers patrolling the streets anymore, tax officers don’t know how to collect taxes, and civil affairs are completely neglected. Feiyan City is now practically in a state of anarchy.

Re-selecting and appointing new officials?

Easier said than done. This isn’t Earth, where compulsory nine-year education is the norm. The literacy rate among ordinary people here likely doesn’t even exceed 5%. To find usable talent among these commoners in such a short time is almost as hard as slaying a dragon.

More importantly…

Even the commoners themselves don’t approve of the idea of a bastard inheriting a title. After hundreds or thousands of years of ingrained societal norms, they also accept, follow, and worship the principle of bloodline supremacy. In fact, they are the most steadfast supporters of this system.

Lynch asked, “The city hasn’t erupted into chaos, has it?”

Greywell shook his head, “We can still barely maintain control for now. But if measures aren’t implemented soon… it’s only a matter of time before ordinary people begin leaving as well. After all, Blood Rain Day is approaching; without Nobles leading them, no one has the confidence to survive this Beast Tide.”

Blood Rain Day refers to a unique phenomenon Feiyan City experiences each year. During midsummer, the skies over Feiyan City and its surrounding areas are shrouded by peculiar black clouds. These clouds release rain resembling blood.

And, without fail, during this period, the beasts in the neighboring Resentment Forest go mad, rushing out of the forest to attack the towns. In previous years, it was always the Nobles here leading the Knights to fend off the Beast Tide. But now, with the departure of Nobles and Knights, panic among the populace is inevitable.

Lynch said, “I’ll handle the Beast Tide.”

Greywell frowned.

With a sigh, he spoke, “Indeed, I do not doubt your formidable power. Your strength can easily conquer this place. However…”

He paused before continuing, “Ruling this place requires more than just strength.”

Tea was served.

Lynch curled his lips, picked up the tea, and took a sip. Unlike Greywell’s solemn demeanor, he appeared entirely composed.

Sipping his tea, he slowly opened his mouth and said, “Lord, as far as I know, you’re not of true Noble descent, correct?”

Greywell actually hails from a family of cobblers. However, his exceptional intelligence as a child once caught the eye of the Earl two generations back, who brought him to the castle to accompany the previous Earl in reading and studying.

Through several commendable performances in governance and the friendship forged during his years growing up alongside the former Earl, Greywell eventually married a Noblewoman, securing a place in the Noble class.

But in terms of bloodline, he is undeniably a pure commoner.

Lynch leaned back against the sofa and said, “Do you know why, despite there being others in the city with comparable talent and authority, I ultimately chose you? Don’t you want to know why?”

Before Greywell could reply, Lynch continued on his own, “It’s precisely because of your origins.”

Greywell froze.

Lynch said, “Let me be blunt. What I want for Feiyan City is not some decayed city where Nobles play house. I want the concept of Nobility to become a relic of the past under my reign. Bloodline supremacy belongs in the trash heap.”

Lynch’s real intent was to extensively mobilize the human resources here for excavating ruins. Every person would undergo Knight Training to maximize Knights’ cultivation regardless of whether they were Blacksmiths, cobblers, tailors, or otherwise. Whoever had potential would be nurtured to their fullest.

The undertaking itself inherently conflicts with the existing bloodline supremacy rules that dominate this place. Nobles monopolize the channels and cultivation resources for Knight advancement. Without eliminating them, Lynch’s vision cannot be realized.

Forcing a bastard to inherit a title was just his way of targeting the rules piece by piece—cutting them apart. Once the stubborn opposition flees, the remainder is easier to integrate into the new system.

Greywell frowned, “But if bloodline is no longer the core, won’t the world fall into complete chaos? What rules would remain?”

Lynch answered, “Then we’ll establish new rules.”

Greywell froze.

Lynch put down the teacup, “If the commoners are illiterate, we’ll teach them literacy. If there are no officials, we’ll cultivate officials. Set the core around talent instead of bloodline. No matter their background, as long as someone is capable, we’ll elevate them.”

“The Earl’s title and the Queen’s crown should serve only as decorations. Ultimately, power should be in the hands of talent. Do you understand me?”

Greywell was stunned, “This…”

“This is utterly shocking. No one has ever done such a thing. It would cause the entire world to collapse into disorder… No, no… Master Wizard, I’m afraid you might need someone else. I cannot achieve this; no one can…”

Lynch interrupted, “Don’t underestimate yourself, alright?”

“It’s not as difficult as you imagine. It’s merely pulling some individuals out of their positions and finding others to replace them—redistributing interests rationally. It’s not too complex.”

Lynch knew it wouldn’t be as simplistic as he made it sound, nor did he possess the capability to execute it himself. However, he was certain the elderly man before him was indeed up to the task.

Looking straight into Greywell’s eyes, Lynch infused him with a thread of spiritual power: “Life is fleeting, only lasting a few decades. Don’t you want to do something meaningful with it? Think back to your original purpose in obtaining power—was it truly only for some Nai Zi’s wide hips and fair legs?”

“Even if, in the beginning, it was just for those petty desires, it’s been decades now. I imagine you’re tired of them by now. Wouldn’t pursuing something nobler in the time you have remaining be better?”

Greywell fell silent, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of confusion.

His heartbeat had noticeably quickened.

The strength of Soul Resonance left no room for doubt. There was no need to say more; let his thoughts ferment within. Those unwilling to remain ordinary forever won’t. All Lynch had to do was provide the support Greywell needed.

Lynch patted Greywell’s shoulder, “Don’t be afraid. My strength will always be behind you as your unwavering backbone and your blade to cut through thorns.”

“Go forth without hesitation. Those who oppose—let them die!”

“Even if heads roll!”

“Even if rivers of blood flow!”

Lynch declared resolutely, “I shall have my rules established on this land and ensure—”

“My will is carried out!”

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