Chapter 381: Chapter 220: Void Spider Maggs In the unspoken rules of the Extraordinary World, being able to connect with such entities is far more valuable than possessing several armies. "Grandfather immediately decided to support me, causing a dramatic shift in the situation. Subsequently, those old foxes who understood the workings of the Wizard World began to change their stances and lean towards me. In the Royal Capital’s power games, awe of extraordinary power is always the strongest bargaining chip." Ron chuckled softly, not surprised by this change. In any world, power is the most straightforward pass. With the revelation of Andre’s strength and background, those nobles who once looked down with disdain began to change their attitudes, trying to befriend this newly rising prince. The latter part of the letter describes a thrilling duel. Andre applied for a duel before the throne, a traditional way for royal members to resolve disputes, which no royal has the right to refuse. "On the day of the duel, my good brother had obviously made thorough preparations." Andre wrote in the letter: "He not only used precious alchemy tools to enhance his strength but even took a forbidden potion to push himself into a kind of berserk state." However, all these preparations seemed pale and weak in the face of true power. "Thank you for crafting the sword and armor for me," the letter said: "They played a decisive role in the duel. When my brother’s alchemy giant sword struck the chest armor, it only left a shallow mark, while my counterattack... pierced the heart with one clean stroke." The duel before the throne ended with Andre’s complete victory, establishing his new position within the royal family. "Now, no one regards me as that dispensable Thirteenth Prince anymore. Those siblings who once mocked me now walk cautiously in wide berths around me." Andre’s letter shifted focus, beginning to discuss future plans: "I have begun reorganizing the Royal Guard while expanding my influence in the military. Father’s health fluctuates, and everyone knows he doesn’t have much time left. When the time is ripe, I will initiate more actions to gradually control the kingdom’s key resources... 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂 ...Most importantly, I have started to look into the higher-level secrets about the Crown Breathing Technique in the Royal Treasure Vault..." At the end of the letter, Andre once again expressed gratitude and inquired about Ron’s current affairs and plans: "Old friend, how are things progressing on your side? I often think of those days of fighting side by side in the Black Mist Jungle. Whatever your plans, remember my promise—once you set foot in the kingdom, you will receive the highest royal treatment. Yours faithfully—Andre Faruk" After reading the letter, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Ron’s mouth. He took out paper and pen, beginning to write a reply: "Andre: I am truly delighted to receive your letter. Your success did not surprise me, but the speed of it is indeed impressive. As for me here, everything proceeds according to plan. The current most important goal is to sprint towards the Official Wizard realm..." Ron briefly described his recent achievements and plans, deliberately avoiding the details of the Path of Truth, only mentioning that he was attempting promotion. "If all goes well, I will complete the promotion within two months. After becoming an Official Wizard, I plan to first head to the Central Lands, though I will first return to the kingdom to visit my family, and perhaps pay a visit to my old friend—who might be His Majesty the King by then?" Pausing for a moment, Ron contemplated how to express the next part: "Regarding the Crown Breathing Technique, handle with care. Those ancient extraordinary inheritances often accompany unforeseen risks. We can discuss the details when I return to the kingdom. The struggle for the throne is a marathon, not a sprint. Steadily build up strength and support, waiting for the optimal timing. Remember, a true king must have not only courage and strength but also wisdom and patience. Send your reply to the Black Mist Jungle Council Hall; someone will forward it to me. Your friend—Ron Ralph" Having finished writing, Ron carefully sealed the letter with a special wax, placing it into a mailing bag. He planned to arrange for someone to send it to the post office later, where it would be conveyed to the kingdom through special channels. "Andre’s progress is going smoothly..." Ron murmured to himself, calculating future plans in his mind. If Andre smoothly ascends the throne, it will provide the Ralph Clan with a strong political backing. And once he becomes an Official Wizard, this alliance will become more solid. Then it will be time to visit home. While acquiring the final stage of the Crown Breathing Technique, completely resolve matters of the kingdom, making final preparations for heading to the Central Lands. Just then, a gentle knock sounded from outside the door. "Teacher, breakfast is ready." Lilia’s voice came through the door, warm and respectful. "Got it, I’ll be right out." Ron properly stored the letter and got up to leave the study. In the dining room, a sumptuous breakfast had already been laid on the table: The golden omelette emanated a tempting aroma; Bacon cooked to perfection was neatly arranged on a white porcelain plate; Colorful vegetable salad was garnished with drops of special dressing oil; And a pot of fragrant black tea was steaming gently. All this was Lilia’s masterpiece; she had become an indispensable part of the workshop. After Ron took his seat, Lilia began serving him, her movements skilled and graceful. "Today’s bacon was roasted a bit long, I hope it won’t affect the taste." She said softly, with a hint of apprehension in her tone.