Chapter 648 - 466: New Flying Dragon Knights
Chapter 648: Chapter 466: New Flying Dragon Knights
This afternoon, as Raylo was in his study going through some documents, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from outside.
"My Lord!"
A Personal Guard announced from the doorway.
"Carl is here to see you."
’Carl?’
Raylo raised an eyebrow.
’It’s about time I heard from Master Barnaby.’
"Let him in."
Soon, a tall, straight-backed young man in a gray apprentice’s robe walked into the study.
It was Carl.
Carl now appeared steady and confident.
His eyes were bright and focused, and he carried the faint scent of potions—the unique mark of someone who spent their years immersed in alchemical experiments.
"My Lord."
Carl gave Raylo a standard Mage’s salute.
"There’s no need for formalities."
Raylo raised a hand, motioning for him to sit.
"Did Master Barnaby send you?"
"Yes, My Lord."
Carl carefully retrieved a box from his robes and placed it on the desk in front of Raylo.
"My master asked me to deliver this to you."
He opened the box, and a wave of ice-cold air washed over them.
The inside of the box was lined with soft velvet.
Ten slender, crystal test tubes lay quietly within.
The test tubes contained a dark red liquid that flowed slowly, like molten lava.
’Flying Dragon Bloodline Potion!’
Raylo’s breath hitched.
"The first batch. Ten vials in total."
Carl’s voice was tinged with pride.
"My master said that mass production could have started as soon as the first vial was finished. But he was held up by various other matters, which caused the delay."
Raylo nodded.
He reached out and picked up one of the test tubes.
The crystal was cool to the touch.
"Carl, I hear you’ve officially become Master Barnaby’s disciple?"
Raylo asked, looking at Carl.
"Yes, My Lord."
At the mention of this, a genuine smile spread across Carl’s face.
"The master has formally taken me on as his apprentice. I’m now studying the art of Alchemy under his guidance."
His eyes shone with hope and aspiration for the future.
Raylo nodded, happy for him.
’Sending Carl to Master Barnaby was perhaps one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.’
"Go back and tell Master Barnaby that I appreciate his hard work."
Raylo carefully placed the test tube back in the box.
"Tell him to rest for a few days. The new Alchemy Workshop will be completed soon, and both Black Stone Territory and I will be relying on his talents."
"I will pass on your words to the master."
Carl bowed once more, then turned and left the study.
Raylo’s gaze returned to the box on the desk.
’Ten vials of the Flying Dragon Bloodline Potion.’
’Enough to add ten more powerful Dragon Descendant Knights to Black Stone Territory.’
’How should I distribute this power, a force strong enough to turn the tide of battle?’
...
「Half a day later.」
That afternoon, on the massive plaza outside the Lord’s Mansion.
This was to be the future central plaza of Black Stone City.
The ground had been leveled, but the massive flagstones that would form its foundation had only been half-laid.
When Raylo arrived, four figures were already waiting for him.
Ed, Alex, Bolin, and Monk.
They were the four most loyal and powerful Knights under Raylo’s command.
Seeing Raylo approach, the four men immediately snapped to attention and saluted.
"My Lord!"
Their voices rang out in perfect unison, filled with power.
"Rise."
Raylo walked over to them and placed the box he was carrying on a flat-topped boulder.
He opened the box, and the ten potions, which seemed to flow with a dark red, fiery glow, instantly captured everyone’s attention.
All four men’s breathing involuntarily quickened.
They all recognized it.
Alex’s eyes shone with a mixture of excitement and nostalgia.
He would never forget the feeling of taking that first potion—that complete transformation, the terrifying sensation of power exploding and surging through his body.
Bolin and Monk, meanwhile, stared intently at the potions, their eyes filled with unconcealed longing.
As Raylo’s followers, they had witnessed Alex’s metamorphosis and had countless times dreamed of having the same opportunity themselves.
Only Ed remained outwardly calm, but his tightly clenched fists betrayed his inner turmoil.
Raylo’s gaze swept over each of the four men’s faces.
Finally, his eyes fell upon Bolin and Monk.
"Bolin. Monk."
"Sir!"
The two roared in unison, their voices so powerful they seemed to shake the very heavens.
Raylo took two vials of the Flying Dragon Bloodline Potion from the box and held them out.
"Now, it’s your turn."
"This is an honor you have earned."
"Go on. Don’t disappoint me."
Bolin and Monk reached out with trembling hands, taking the two test tubes as if they were receiving the most precious of Holy Artifacts.
They exchanged a look, each seeing the irrepressible ecstasy in the other’s eyes.
They didn’t hesitate for a moment.
They uncorked the vials, tilted their heads back, and downed the magma-hot liquid in a single gulp.
Raylo took a few steps back, watching them quietly.
The potion went down their throats like a ball of burning charcoal.
A searing torrent rushed down Bolin and Monk’s throats, hit their stomachs, and then erupted!
"ARGH!"
Both men let out a muffled, pained groan at the same time. Their faces flushed crimson in an instant, and veins bulged on their foreheads like coiled serpents.
A terrifying energy, like a flood bursting from a dam, surged wildly through their limbs, ravaging their entire bodies.