Above The Sky
Chapter 738 - 738 9 Peace in Leyan Territory with Ian's Arrival!

738: Chapter 9: Peace in Leyan Territory with Ian’s Arrival!

(5200, second update)_2 738: Chapter 9: Peace in Leyan Territory with Ian’s Arrival!

(5200, second update)_2 It was a feeling of superiority, an aloofness that would never care one bit about their thoughts, as if they were beings from the heavens.

“Very well,”

said the white-haired youth as he sat down, crossing his legs and placing his hands on his knees.

“At least your attitudes are acceptable.”

“But that does not mean you can satisfy me.”

The taste of fear was spreading.

On the Terra Continent, the rule of the Sublimator Nobles was both gentle and brutal.

Gentle, because in a place like Terra, if a Sublimator had no special hobbies, did not engage in frenzied research like the Spirit Wisdom Institute, and took no interest in troubling their own domain,

then the majority of Sublimator Lords would simply live out their own little lives, aside from hunting or trying to find people to bear children, allowing the development of their entire domain to run its course freely, with an optimistic and encouraging attitude.

They would not care about offences from their Domain Residents, and would dismiss conflicts and ordinary interests with a laugh—they wouldn’t be upset over something as trivial as their cat accidentally breaking a dish, or begging for food, would they?

Even if such demands seemed a bit greedy, what of it?

They did not care about these minor matters, as long as it did not interfere with their acquisition of further Magical Medicine Ingredients.

This type of gentle lord was not rare; in fact, one could say it was the template for the vast majority of the Minor Nobility who lived comfortable, if unremarkable, lives On Terra.

As for brutality, that was simple—most Nobles with their own ideas and plans were seen as extremely brutal and impatient by the Ordinary people.

This was because, essentially, Sublimators did not need the support of their Domain Residents.

Having a domain was merely a channel for resources, but this did not mean they would compromise their thoughts too much for this channel.

“If you don’t do it, there are plenty of others who will.

If your family won’t do it, then let my family do it,”

If a new Lord came to his unfamiliar territory and found the local gentry and merchants uncooperative—if such fools still existed on the Terra Continent—and felt that they were not worth his patience,

destruction would come as swiftly as sunlight.

For example, a small affluent town on the Haga Peninsula, which thrived on olives and cattle farming, faced a new Lord dispatched by The Empire after the previous lord had died without an heir.

The local families and merchant guilds, enriched by years of management, monopolized nearly all the resources of this town, and quite arrogantly believed that they possessed the wealth-generating techniques.

They assumed that the Lord should accommodate them and cooperate; otherwise, the town’s wealth would not open up to him.

On Earth, this might not seem unusual—officials do not fight with bureaucrats, after all, and even the grandest Nobles need to work with well-known local families to rule their domains stably.

But Terra was different.

When this new Lord arrived at the town, to his astonishment, he found that even the land for building a swordsmanship practice field was being courteously refused, and his plan to set up a swordsmanship school to teach his skills was met with veiled disdain; everything he wanted to do seemed to face an invisible resistance.

He became a bit angry, then.

Two days later, the leaders of those merchant guilds and the heads of families were hung from poles for crimes like ’embezzlement’ and ‘treasonous collusion’ and served as live targets for the Lord’s sword practice.

Being an exceptionally skilled Swordsman, they wailed for two weeks before they died.

So, does this mean that this Swordsman Lord was a violent, brutal, and merciless person?

Possibly, possibly not.

To outsiders, the Grand Sword Master Alaric Dek was known as a generous Lord far and wide.

He exempted all those who had settled in his domain for over ten years from taxes, and his own residence was nothing more than a tent he crafted himself.

He spent his days practicing swordsmanship in the coastal tides, catching fish when hungry, and drinking seawater when thirsty.

He even tested the domain’s children of suitable age to be Sublimators for free, teaching sword skills to those with high talent.

In thirty-five years, he had trained more than ten Sublimators.

All for free.

He couldn’t be bothered to collect the silver coins of Ordinary people; he would only accept Sublimation Material in return and also offer swordsmanship guidance.

Of course, the once-famous small town for its olives and calfs no longer existed—Grand Sword Master Dek simply didn’t pay attention to that.

What exists now is only the widely famous Dek’s Swordsmanship Town.

Most Lords of Terra actually did not care what industries were in their domain, after all, they simply wanted to do what they wished in their own place—if the domain could help, great; if it couldn’t, it was the same.

Just like what Ian is doing now.

It just so happens that the Leyan Territory has the industry he wants to work on, which could save him a lot of time.

“My family’s guild will arrive soon.

Maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe in three to four days, but that’s the longest it will take.

You understand what I mean.”

Ian watched calmly as a group from the Leyan Territory’s middle ranks began to show symptoms such as dizziness, hallucinations, and flashbacks under the effect of Fear Potion, and said in a gentle tone, “I don’t need you.

Honestly, it would be more convenient for me if all of you were dead, so I could bring my own people over.”

“But I am not a demon, nor am I that bloodthirsty.” Ian raised his hand, taking the Charged Rifle from Scott’s hands.