The sale of spells and meditation techniques is controlled by large countries. Each of these large countries has companies engaged in the sale of spells and meditation techniques.
These companies all have branches in smaller countries, controlling what spells can be sold there.
The Rhineland Licensing Center in Zephyr City is one such example.
This place is one of the most popular places to sell spells and meditation techniques. Evan arrived at this place after a few minutes on the floating train.
Located in a tall and spacious building, the Rhineland Licensing Center is quite busy every day. Evan could see people entering and leaving this place.
The place had two floors, the first floor for purchases and the second floor for sales. Evan, who wanted to buy new meditation techniques and spells, certainly didn't need to go to the second floor. He just looked for an empty meditation technique counter and went there.
"Welcome to the Rhineland Licensing Center, sir. How can I help you?" asked the receptionist there kindly.
"I want to buy meditation techniques."
"Okay, meditation techniques for generalists or specialists?"
"Generalists."
When someone becomes a practitioner wizard, they are divided into two types: generalists and specialists. As the name suggests, generalists are wizards who can use all types of magic, while specialists are strong in one type but weak in others.
Evan chose the generalist meditation technique because he planned to become a generalist practitioner.
"What kind of quality do you want?"
"Standard," Evan replied briefly.
The receptionist asked again.
"Do you want to purchase a usage, commercial, or modification license?"
A usage license means that someone can only use the meditation technique. A commercial license, of course, means that they can only sell it. However, a modification license is unique.
Why don't buyers purchase a usage license and then modify it secretly? Because it's not profitable! A modification license is the right to modify and then resell it to the Rhineland Licensing Center.
The process of modifying and reselling has become an industry in itself. There are many wizards who earn income from modifying and reselling meditation techniques.
"Use and modification."
"This is a list of standard quality meditation techniques for generalists that we can sell, please choose."
The receptionist handed Evan a small book. Evan had already decided which meditation technique he would buy before coming here, so he only flipped through it briefly before making his choice.
"I want to choose this one, Greedy Devourer," Evan pointed to a page explaining a technique.
The receptionist nodded, counted for a moment, then said, "Okay, the price is 25 Marks 30 pfennigs."
After that, he went to the spell counter and bought several spells that he had planned to purchase. In total, he bought ten spells for 15 marks. Spells were indeed much cheaper than meditation techniques.
In total, he spent over 40 marks. Things related to magic were always expensive.
After completing his purchase, Evan did not immediately meet Steven. Instead, he went to a nearby bar first.
Once there, he ordered a drink and a newspaper. After waiting for a while, a waiter came and placed a glass of drink and a folded newspaper on the table.
"Here you are."
"Thank you."
Evan was about to take a sip of his drink when he saw an interesting word on the folded newspaper. He unfolded the newspaper and read the headline.
His relaxed expression turned serious. He read the newspaper for a while before closing it again. On the front page, a headline read.
The Fall of Constantine Wall.
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Constantine Wall was a 50-meter-high wall that stretched for hundreds/thousands of kilometers from the northern border to the eastern border of the Ylvania Empire.
The Ylvania Empire was a large country located north of the Moenstadt Mountains. It was also the northernmost human country on the continent of Yureka.
The Constantine Wall was built around 10,000 years ago with the cooperation of wizards across the continent. This giant wall was built to completely separate the territories of the orcs and humans, and became a symbol of human victory in the decades-long conflict against the orcs.
This wall is not only a physical barrier; it is reinforced by various spells and also has a transparent magical defense layer that protects the unprotected upper part of the wall.
Tens of thousands of people were deployed to guard several crucial points by the Ylvania Empire. One of the most crucial points was the city of Constantine. It was the second largest city in the Ylvania Empire after St. Henry, the capital of the Ylvania Empire.
In Constantine City, people went about their business as usual. No one worried that the walls would collapse. It had never happened in ten thousand years, and it never would. At least, that's what they believed.
About tens of kilometers north of Constantine City, on the other side of the giant wall, there were an extraordinary number of orcs. Their numbers reached over a million.
However, uniquely, these millions of orcs were lined up neatly. At the front of the line was a two-meter-tall orc riding a giant wolf. Behind his fierce face, there was a glimmer of wisdom in his gaze.
"O warriors!" He opened his speech with a greeting. His subordinates used magic to spread the words to all the orcs.
"Ten thousand years ago, our ancestors occupied the fertile plains to the south. We raised livestock, farmed, and hunted. We had enough food for everyone."
"Now we are here. A cold place that kills our children, our wives, and ourselves. We fight and kill each other for a deer. We are forced to kill our relatives because there is not enough food."
"Enough is enough. Enough of this suffering. I, Estevan Gazette, your king, promise to end all this suffering today."
He then raised his hand high. Cheers from millions of people seemed to shake the ground. The Orcs shouted, roared, and jumped with enthusiasm.
Estevan pulled the reins on his wolf. The wolf turned towards the giant wall. Estevan took a deep breath and shouted, "Attack!"
The wolf ran fast through the forests. Behind him, millions of troops immediately followed in his footsteps.
Even though they were hundreds of kilometers away, such a large number of troops would not escape the attention of the wall guards. However, there was no panic on the faces of the wall guards. This was not the first time the orcs had attacked. They were confident that the orcs would fail, just as they had failed thousands of times before.
The only way for orcs to succeed is if they have a level five wizard or grandmaster. In this era, a grandmaster is like a nuclear weapon; only countries that have one are considered powerful.
Becoming a grandmaster requires various resources that are difficult and extremely expensive to obtain, and the chances of becoming a grandmaster are very slim.
Orcs are not a cultured race capable of creating meditation techniques, spell, and magicraft.
Due to their large numbers, the orcs may be lucky enough to have a few level four wizards, but level five is different. In ten thousand years, no orc has ever reached level five wizard.
Until... someone finally succeeded.
Constantine Wall was getting closer. Estevan could feel the majesty of the wall that had stood for ten thousand years. However, everything would come to an end. For Estevan, now was the right time to end the giant wall.
Estevan pulled the reins, ordering the wolves to stop. A terrifying aura emanated from Estevan's body. The approaching orcs automatically stopped, none of them wanting to approach and disturb Estevan.
The magical energy in the air became chaotic and uncontrollable. At that moment, Estevan raised his hand.
The magical energy emanating from Estevan was so great that it attracted the attention of the wizards on the walls of Constantine.
"Captain! The magical energy emanating from the orc leader has reached a terrifying level. We believe he... He is a grandmaster."
A wizard reported to the captain of the Constantine wall guard.
The captain was silent for a moment before saying, "Go, warn the empire and alert the citizens."
The wizard who heard this looked stunned. He then reminded his captain, "This wall, most likely..."
"Have you forgotten the oath of the Constantine Wall Guard?" asked the captain sharply.
"I understand," replied the wizard softly, then left.
The oath stated that the wall guard army would use their lives to protect the walls of Constantine.
Although the oath was bound by magical power, people considered it an empty oath because there would never be a time when they would risk their lives for the safety of the walls. For ten thousand years, the oath had indeed been an empty oath... until it wasn't.
At the same time, thousands of magic circles appeared in the air right above Estevan's arms. Each circle had a diameter of one hundred meters. The circles were so large and numerous that anyone who saw them would be amazed and afraid.
The magical energy in each magic circle surged high.
Estevan, his hands trembling, clenched his teeth and shouted.
"The Art of Destruction! The End of the Age!"
Potent red lasers emanated from every magic circle. Each laser traveled at the speed of light and collided with the walls and protective layers of magic. For a brief moment, red colored the surrounding landscape.
The citizens of Constantine City could feel the terrifying emanations from the other side of the walls. Combined with the earlier announcement, they were soon convinced that something terrible was about to happen.
People rushed to abandon their possessions, homes, and even their families to flee the city. The chaos was essentially unstoppable.
Some of the wealthy and city leaders left the city by airship. Although there were several fourth-level wizards, fourth-level wizards were no threat at all to fifth-level wizards.
After tens of seconds, cracks began to appear in the protective layer and the walls of Constantine. The cracks slowly spread. The sound of the cracks was like the sound of a bomb counting down. It was terrifying and tense.
Unfortunately, that fear was useless. In the end, the magical layer and the walls of Constantine, which had stood firm for tens of thousands of years, crumbled.
The orc army eagerly spurred their mounts through the ruins of the walls. For the first time in ten thousand years, the orcs had successfully breached the Walls of Constantine.