CHAPTER 259: 258 CHAPTER SOLOMON_2

In one of the books introducing the various major forces of the continent in the Extraordinary World, there is a detailed record of the Solomon Clan.

The Solomon Clan is also known as the "Solomon School," a special school controlled by a family with common bloodlines, where the witchcraft passed down can only be performed by those with Solomon family blood.

Because, according to legend... their ancestors once made an eternal covenant with the Demon God of the Lower Realm!

Focusing on various ritual witchcrafts revolving around the [Summoning Art], by analyzing true names, they can command various powerful demons from the Lower Plane, and the ultimate knowledge of the school is the [Summoning Demon Pillar].

The book even records an unverified rumor.

The ancestors of the Solomon Clan had actually reached a pinnacle longed for by countless wizards and even realized the ultimate knowledge of the school, becoming a living mysterious source of the school!

This is what has ensured the Solomon Clan’s near thousand-year prosperity and abundance of talent.

Just like the Navy Captain in front of Aiven, though only 28 years old, it was unknown how long he had walked on the path of an Official Wizard.

In the Tyrone Kingdom.

The Solomon family, with the title of duke, is well-established, and the wizard identity of Bertram and family members is openly acknowledged, reaching the point of being almost a household name among the upper elites.

This is the confidence brought by strength!

"Captain Aiven, you’re too kind! I had the honor of visiting Lord Princeton of the ’Violet Eye’ with my elders; the Solomon family, with their sparse numbers, can’t compare to the abundance of talent in your association."

Solomon smiled modestly, and even though Aiven knew it was just etiquette, he still felt refreshed and uplifted.

Belonging to large wizard forces within the alliance, the "Violet Eye" and "Solomon" are natural allies, and the relationship between two prominent up-and-comers in their respective forces was swiftly drawn closer.

Ending this topic.

"Captain Solomon is a soldier of this country, I wonder if that Captain Thomas Gregory has arrived?"

Aiven, just arriving in Nisk Water City, was assigned by the stationed army commander, Major General Koverdale, to participate in a six-day patrol mission.

He had only briefly met with Bertram, who was also from the Tyrone Kingdom, but had not even seen the Ilyan Navy New Star.

This reinforcement mission, on the surface, is the follow-up of the "Navy New Star Plan," but in actuality, only the top three Navy New Stars were sent to reinforce the "Leiden River Valley"!

Although each country had one "Navy New Star" in the ratings to save face, just as people are different from one another, Navy New Stars are also not the same.

Compared to the top three, whether in battle records or actual strength, the stars ranked four to six were truly inferior to a certain extent.

Coupled with various influences.

Such as Aiven having to transport and help the Tyrone Navy equip the new alchemy weapon "Siren’s Song," Bertram Solomon being an officer of the Tyrone Kingdom unable to escape, and Thomas Gregory, having a blood feud with the Pirate King, needing to be at the forefront as an Ilyan.

This time, sending the top three Navy New Stars under their command for reinforcement.

Now the first and third places having lunch together, naturally, the second-placed Thomas Gregory would be mentioned in the conversation.

However....

"Haha, I think you wouldn’t be too keen on meeting him."

Dipping in a sauce blended with red wine and lemon, Bertram ate a large piece of cod, glanced playfully at Aiven, and said these words.

"What’s up, is there some problem with this Captain Thomas?"

Aiven twirled a loop of his Nisk squid pasta with his fork, sensing some unspoken meaning in Bertram’s words.

"Haha, there’s actually no problem. Everything else seems fine, it’s just that Thomas seems a bit unconvinced of your first-place title."

The young man, chewing on the crispy fish, smiled somewhat gleefully. What would be considered rude behavior in others, Bertram executed with a certain carefree demeanor, befitting his heritage from a millennial noble family.

"However, you won’t have to worry about meeting him for now.

I’ve met him twice before, and I heard he directly left his ’Snow Lake’ in the naval port.

He applied to the stationed army commander for the most ’arduous’ task and has already taken people ashore to block the elite henchmen of the ’Octopus Ghost’.

Haha, probably the extraordinary weapon ’Bloody Lake Light’ he chose in the end gave him great confidence."

"Ugh...."

To have someone inexplicably unhappy with himself, even though he wasn’t particularly fond of his Ilyan compatriots to begin with, Aiven suddenly felt the squid pasta in his mouth lost its flavor.

After a long pause, he finally said:

"Strictly speaking, among this batch of ’Navy Stars,’ it is you, sir, as an Official Wizard, who is truly the strongest, right?"

"No, my hobbies are food, wine, and enjoying life; troublesome things are best far away from me!"

With an extremely formidable family background and the robust strength of an Official Wizard.

At Bertram Solomon’s current level, there was no need to compromise with life; he could live exactly the way he envisioned.

Even participating in the "Navy New Star Plan" as a Battleship Captain might just be a recreational program for him.

To be honest, Aiven was somewhat envious, feeling a pang of jealousy.

Yet life must go on, and compared to this carefree noble young master, his own innate deficiencies required more effort to overcome!

After lunch,

Bertram, with no immediate task, irresponsibly decided to go to the grand theater to enjoy an opera.

Regretfully waving goodbye to Aiven, who had to return to work, they made plans to meet again next time.

"Tut-tut, the vanilla ice cream in Nisk is as delicious as ever. Authentic!"

Bertram watched Aiven return to the harbor, savoring a cone of ice cream in his hand, taking a gentle lick, and sighing with satisfaction at its taste.

To a foodie, nothing comforts the soul more than good food.

Suddenly.

Slurp—

A large tongue emerged from the air, wrapping around the cone in his hand, disappearing just as quickly into the air, leaving only a sticky mess of saliva on his hand.

"Ah! Kashler, you bastard!

This was a limited edition ice cream from the ’Eggshell House,’ and it was the last one!"

Gazing dumbfounded at his now empty right hand, Bertram yelled incredulously at the air behind him.

"Tut tut..."

His only response was the sound of a loud slurp smacking.

In the sunlight of the afternoon, a giant canine figure, its shoulder height surpassing that of an adult, flickered behind Bertram.

"Woof..."

"You say Captain Aiven has a very unfamiliar scent of otherworldly being on him? Hmm, interesting..."

Momentarily forgetting the annoyance of having his treat snatched by his servant demon, Bertram stroked his chin and suddenly developed a keen interest in Aiven, his fellow wizard in the "Navy New Star" cadre.