417: Chapter 417 The Kingdom of Iliotro

It was a caravan. The people in the caravan seemed quite panicked, their faces showing obvious fear as they collided head-on with Nie Yu, who was riding a Mountain Boar.

"Th-this is a Magical Beast!"

"Everyone, take defensive positions!"

The captain of the guard shouted, raising his bright silver longsword.

"Everyone, halt!" The owner of the caravan also hurriedly called out. That Mountain Boar, which looked like a small hill, had to be a Magical Beast. What else could it be? Aside from a Magical Beast, how could an ordinary Mountain Boar grow so large?

"Captain, wait, no. It looks like there is someone on the back of that Magical Beast."

A sharp-eyed guard, looking across several hundred meters in the night, noticed that someone seemed to be lying on the back of the giant Mountain Boar. This shocked him even more; what kind of person could actually lie on a Magical Beast?

His words also drew everyone's attention.

"It's true, there really is someone!"

"Good heavens, someone is actually riding a Magical Beast. That must be a huge saddle on its back."

"A saddle? I think calling it a bed would be more accurate."

Nie Yu was lying on the back of Er Shixiong. He had indeed crafted the saddle to look like a large bed. He lay upon it, flipping through a book on the kingdom's history.

This was a continent where hundreds of kingdoms stood. Ever since those hundreds of kingdoms appeared, the wars had never ceased.

However, a thousand years ago, someone—no one knew who—had established a legal act known as the Treaty of Succession for the Various Kingdoms, which became an agreement observed by all hundred kingdoms.

This act stipulated that the heirs of a kingdom possessed absolute rights of succession. No country was allowed to completely annihilate another; they could only act as custodians. As long as the kingdom's heirs returned, the kingdom had to be restored to the royal descendants.

A thousand years ago, countless kingdoms, both large and small, had been established and destroyed. The royal families of all kingdoms lived in a state of anxiety and panic, terrified that they would be annihilated one day.

The emergence of this treaty instantly established the permanent nature of kingdoms. Even if they were placed under the custodianship of another kingdom, as long as the descendants were competent, they could inevitably regain control of the kingdom by relying on this treaty.

Therefore, it received the unanimous consent of over ninety percent of the nations, with the agreement that anyone who violated the treaty would be crusaded against by all the other nations!

Under pressure, the remaining ten percent of the kingdoms also agreed to this matter.

From then on, since war would not bring any increase in a kingdom's territory, and anyone who initiated a war would be viewed as violating the treaty and provoking all the other kingdoms, they would be subject to a crusade!

Consequently, all nations abandoned war. The hundred kingdoms welcomed a long-lost peace, and the royal families of each nation relaxed, indulging in debauchery all day long.

At first, the people were naturally happy.

However, Nie Yu knew that this also represented the complete solidification of social classes. A thousand years ago, there might have been successful civilian uprisings that overthrew old kingdoms and established new ones, but a thousand years later, those hundred kingdoms remained the same hundred kingdoms—nothing had changed!

The kingdom beneath his feet was the Iliotro Kingdom, which had been passed down for over eighteen hundred years. Its name meant "Kingdom of Sunflowers," and among all the kingdoms, it was considered to have an extremely long history.

Nie Yu sat up, closed the book, and looked at the caravan approaching from the front.

His sitting up allowed more people to clearly see that there was indeed a person on the Magical Beast!

The caravan owner's eyes gleamed with intrigue.

In this world where magic existed, there was never a shortage of eccentric people and extraordinary tales.

This young man, who could control such a massive Magical Beast, was definitely no ordinary person; perhaps he could help him resolve his crisis.

"Noble sir!" the caravan owner shouted, raising his hand.