Chapter 211 County Or A Fledgling Kingdom?

How to better explain the events of that day?

You know, the typical arrogant trash-talking, public anger, and the meaningless banter targeting Leonardo in vain attempts of probing for his bottom line.

One thing they didn't expect was that Leonardo didn't entertain the standard build of momentum where they gradually and roughly grasp his bottom line. Instead, it was Rosaline who revealed her status as a rebirth realm cultivator—ignoring pleas and cries of forgiveness, she washed the clearance clean with blood.

After that bloody culling, no one seemed opposed to Leonardo establishing a monarchy in his Blackrain Fiefdom, but it was unknown whether this silent acceptance was a prelude to something of greater significance.

Every rebirth realm cultivator was a tactical resource in any organization and wouldn't be dispatched so easily as they would normally be responsible for governing areas of utmost importance.

An unknown rebirth realm cultivator making an appearance is definitely something that would make waves across the province, especially since there weren't any records of rebirth realm cultivators crossing over the borders in the recent three years.

That is to say, the possibility of hidden rebirth realm cultivators in the shadows of this small province was rather high—that is something to dread.

This might even draw out one or two Magistrates into making an appearance personally to investigate Rosaline's situation and history—rebirth realm cultivators don't simply pop out of thin air.

Right?

However, that was the least of Leonardo's worries as he approached the region of the former beast claw sect, Rosaline and Victoria following behind him while curiously inspecting the place.

Not about anyone had the permit to access the mountain range behind the designated clearance area of the future city, but Leonardo had the credentials required to go past the security measures overlooked by a rebirth realm cultivator dispatched by the City Magistrate Manor.

It was curious as to why this cultivator didn't make a move when Leonardo was ganged up on by those divinities—was it beneath them to make a move against divinities or were they waiting to probe out Leonardo's power?

At the end of the day, it didn't really matter much to Leonardo as these little tricks pose no threat whatsoever to Leonardo.

"Mm? This place is quite interesting—I sense the remnant auras of powerful creatures," Rosaline flipped her eyes across the distant mountains, her brows raised. "Many of them at that."

"Good eye," air distorted and rippled, a mature woman stepped out from the depths of the mountain range, giving Rosaline a curious look. "This used to be a battlefield of ancient beasts—some say that a god beast made an appearance as well, but no one can prove that notion."

Rosaline heard this woman speak but acted as though she didn't, curiously inspecting the claw marks on the mountains until her vision landed on a massive mountain in the center—even her vision proved incapable of reaching the peak.

A sting of pain caused her crimson eyes to flicker as she snapped them shut from a sudden rush of pain.

"Even the spiritual sense of a star lord can't probe past the mountain's waist—I advise you not to try anymore," this woman saw through Rosaline's attempt to scout the main mountain peak, advising kindly with a hint of concern. "At least, one must understand the intent left behind by that mythical god beast."

Rosaline held her forehead, sighing. "I'm alright," she whispered a reply. "It's really interesting."

'I do have my plans for this place, of course.' Leonardo's eyes glimmered with anticipation as he inspected the vast stretch of what could be considered an ancient inheritance.

No matter how overbearing these intents are, he was absolutely certain they wouldn't do much of backlash, especially with the throne fragment anchoring his sub-dimension.

"Victoria," Leonardo's thoughts raced and he quickly turned to the maiden, "Go back and fetch Merlin, Elizabeth and her grandfather, and Madeline…"

Leonardo needed to finish up a few unsettled knots with the girls before starting his preparations to include the ancient battlefield in his sub-dimension—he planned to temper his laws to the extreme under the pressures of these ancient beings.

This might take a lot of time and hence, he wanted to hand Merlin over to Rosaline for obvious reasons— it would be great if the 'Blood Monarch' could help out.

In the worst-case scenario, Leonardo would utilize the black market channels and search for tier 5 or tier 6 natural treasures.

"As you wish," Victoria bowed her head, a trace of disappointment in her eyes. Of course, Leonardo caught up to that, chuckling. "I'll ask you to relieve my stress later tonight, if you're willing."

Almost three years of stiff cultivation dulled Leonardo's senses to the limits, and he desired the pleasures of the flesh to satisfy his vanity.

Victoria had obviously been feeling a bit dissatisfied that he had graced Madeline with more 'intimate' attention, especially giving her some precious cultivation resources to perfect her sub-dimension into a functional dimension in preparations for core moulding and singularity thereafter.

Rosaline to the side rolled her eyes, almost moving up to chide Leonardo then and there if it weren't for the presence of another rebirth realm cultivator.

As for the mature woman, she felt embarrassed being exposed to such shameless conversations. Nonetheless, it was her job to oversee the transfer of permission to the eye of the formation, and she couldn't leave before confirming the credentials involved.

As for Victoria, her face flushed red and she quickly rushed off, not even looking back at the group—eliciting a laugh from Leonardo.

After Victoria left, Leonardo and Rosaline followed the mature woman into the depths of the mountain range and in half a day's time of procedures, the transfer of control was already concluded.

For some reason, Leonardo passed down the handling of the formation to Rosaline, confusing the other woman. Still, this wasn't her domain of concern and thus she didn't bother inquiring about it.

…

Not many people had the chance to meet the City Magistrate face to face. However, those who did would be surprised to find that he stayed in a normal room and not a sub-dimension of his own.

A screen of water unfurled in front of this man with a robust stature, brown locks of hair, and a scar that didn't ruin his face but quite the opposite—it added a bit of charm to his character.

The water screen seemed foggy and distorted—the person on the other side was unclear.

"An unknown rebirth realm cultivator? Have your men identified her current stage?" asked the voice in the mirror.

The Magistrate shook his head. "She's definitely above zero, but it's undetermined whether she's at the moulding or singularity stages." his fingers lightly tapped a fine to his side.

"She's definitely not the person responsible for eradicating the hidden sects then," muttered the voice in the mirror, "That one is at least an inception stage who can force the laws of a perfect world to submission."

"What should our stance be then?"

The City Magistrate might be the pinnacle of authority in a city, but he was far from that when taking the county in mind, let alone the entire province.

The way to act in the presence of a fledgling county is something decided by those officials of provincial rankings, much like the person behind the screen of water.

The voice was silent for a moment. Then, a voice slowly drifted over, "Maintain a neutral business relationship with them as a show of goodwill and an investment— I have a premonition that this fledgling kingdom will shift the secular and martial factions in the near future."

The Magistrate was confused—if they could grow to that extent, would the world let them be?