I, The Dragon Overlord

Chapter 413
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Louie stood at the top of the tower, watching the nervous and fearful crowd approach its base with excitement in their eyes.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, and his expression turned into one of amusement.

“Human beings are bold enough to flip through a clearly evil and strange scripture. I guess human greed for power causes them to commit unforgivable mistakes often.”

Louie was fully aware of everything that had happened in the secret base of the United States. He knew that the general in charge had frantically opened the “Dark Bible” for his own reasons.

The corner of Louie's mouth curled up into an arrogant smile. His inverted pupils were devoid of human feelings. He only carried arrogance as a dragon and as a god.

In the past, Louie gradually accepted a dragon's way of thinking. After becoming a god, he also gradually accepted a god's way of thinking. Restricting himself to a human frame of reference was ultimately dangerous as his position, and so he rarely indulged in it.

“It is also fortunate that the one who made the scripture was me. If it was a real evil god, I'm afraid that Earth would have fallen into chaos and extinction.”

Louie shook his head. He only let out a pointless sigh at the death-defying behavior of humans.

Raising his head, Louie looked at the skies above, where a spell formation that only he could see was covering the skies.

The spell formation was woven intricately. As this realm was Louie's divine kingdom, he could alter it in any way he pleased.

Because Louie had pretended to be many different gods on Earth, he had a huge number of believers. Some of these were convinced while others were just superficial, but no matter what kind of believers they were, their souls would disappear after death. For true gods, the souls of believers were also their property, which could never be lost.

It's just that Earth lacked the necessary rules that would allow the souls of the believers into his divine kingdom without intervention, so he had to personally guide them.

The last time he came here, he took the identity of the Celtic God and forcibly ordered the British Royal Family and government to build magic formations on three British islands. This time, Louie had checked their work and was impressed that they were doing a good job of following his requirements.

However, three islands weren't enough. Louie needed to be able to cover the entire planet with the spell, which would require the governments of the world to make a move. This time, Louie's goal was to obtain the energy source for the Intelligent Brain as well as build a system that would allow the souls of the dead to enter his divine kingdom.

“Once the whole world is covered by the spell, the souls would be gathered by the magic formation. The mage tower I built will serve as a transit station that would guide them to my divine kingdom in San Soliel.”

“Moreover, I can also show the characteristics of my divine kingdom to show the people of Earth something like a magical world and make them believe in its existence even more.”

With a light chuckle, Louie lightly walked down the mage tower. He still had to play the role of the leader of the Merlin Order, the tower's owner and principal of this magic school – Marches.

……

Inside the mage tower, many apprentices selected from the whole Earth walked into a large hall. The whole hall was arranged like a banquet. Rows of tables were placed and set up with exquisite silverware. On the ceiling, there were magnificent frescoes, creating a luxurious atmosphere. There were Celtic-style patterns engraved on the silverware and carved into the surrounding walls.

Under the candlelight, several shadows walked in. These ordinary people from Earth looked at this miracle with amazement. There were some bold people who took out their cellphones to secretly take pictures. After they found that Barry did not really care, they did it boldly.

At this time, a magic doorway appeared on the high platform at the forefront. From within appeared even more figures. These people were all wearing ancient and elegant robes. They were from various races and of various genders, with the majority being white.

This scene was in line with the crowd's speculation. Magicians were products of Celtic culture, naturally, the majority of them would be white people, but having magic talent was not exclusive to them, so it made sense that there were people from other ethnicities.

“It seems that the magicians are not racist.”

A black guy who was an 'invitee' muttered in a small voice. His words resonated with the people nearby. If magicians also practiced racial discrimination, then they would not know what to do.

Just as the many apprentices were either excited or joyful, an old man took the last step out of the portal.

It was Louie who was playing as marches. This time, Louie did not need to change his appearance. As a true god, he had the power to alter people's perceptions. As long as he wanted to make others believe who he wasn't, he could do so easily even if it was through the lens of a camera. No one would ever find out or even capture his true face.

Other than Louie, there were other wizards including Barry, but they were all puppets manipulated by him. Fine manipulation of puppets was also in the realm of his power. It could be said that Louie's school of magic was simply a joke as everyone present was his puppet.

“Hmm? There's a bit more than expected.”

'Marches' scanned around the many apprentices standing in the banquet hall and said with a slightly old but powerful voice.

Everyone there looked at Louie. The people there were already familiar with Marches as they saw him from the video of the events in Buckingham Palace, especially the moment when he used the druid-like flower magic to restore everything to its original state.

The old man played by Louie was also more in line with the image of Earth's wizard – white hair, wearing magic robes, holding a wand in his hand.

Seeing that the gloomy Barry also stood properly beside the old mage, everyone understood that he was the leader.

“I think all the people here already know my identity, but I will still introduce myself again… I am Marches, the president of the Merlin order, and the chief mage and principal of the San Soliel School of Magic!”

“Since everyone here was given an invitation and cable to come here, it means that you already know the purpose of your arrival.”

“San Soliel School of Magic is about to recruit a group of magic apprentices, and you are one of the lucky ones being recruited into this group. As long as you pass the test, you can master the mysteries of magic!”

As Louie's voice tailed off, the apprentices were excited. Although they had already guessed that they were brought in to learn magic, the news that came from the old man's mouth still caused shock and ecstasy to be born within them.

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TLN: Ignore the language barrier, I bet the author already forgot it at this point. Just assume that magic can remove it.

“Quiet!”

Louie held his thick staff and tapped it on the floor.

In an instant, the banquet hall turned silent.

“Very well, all of you will be tested next week. Those who pass will stay to become apprentices, while those who fail will be repatriated and will never be able to master the ability to cast spells in their lifetime.”

Louie's words made the hearts of the apprentices tense up, and someone boldly asked, “May I ask, what the test is about?”

Louie's eyes looked at the person who spoke. While the other party was flustered, Louie slowly said, “To test your faith. If you cannot have faith in the Celtic God, you will fail.”

Many apprentices were stunned. How could they expect that a magician's test was to believe in a God?

As if he knew what these people were thinking, Marches stroked his beard and said with a smile, “It seems like everyone has a misunderstanding about magic.”

“Let me tell you, magic originated from the Celtic culture of druids, and the druids served as a medium in which gods communed with mortals. To master magic, you must believe in the Celtic gods, because magic is their gift!”

“And the one who first transformed druid's spells into magic, I'm sure you should know his great name. It's none other than that Grand Wizard Merlin! The Order of Merlin was also created by him.

After his words, Louie clapped his hands and continued, “Well then little ones, you will learn magic in your future studies, provided of course that you can pass the test of faith.”

“Now, let's enjoy a hearty meal to cheer everyone up today. From tomorrow onwards, all of you will face boring studies but your lives will no longer be ordinary!”

Louie controlled his puppets to applaud after his speech. The scene was like a school teacher's response to the principal's perfect speech.

The apprentices at the bottom also applauded until their hands were red. Only then did Louie raise his hand to tell the crowd to stop.

With a wave of his staff, all the tables were immediately lined up with fine food that was still steaming.

“Everyone, take your seats and enjoy the food!”