Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

What was happening? Why was his blood devouring the old High Priest Gorm?

Could it be that because he possessed a chaotic constitution, his blood also had the ability to "devour"?

In the end, Eric could only come up with this explanation.

Looking around at the crowd in wild celebration, Eric knew that even if he denied it, these people wouldn't believe him.

Seeing the elders awaiting his response, Eric sighed softly and said, "Since you've already accepted me, I won't refuse. I will find a perfect solution for you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The entire Gotthob Palace was plunged into a frenzy of celebration. Everyone was laughing and rejoicing as if their "Magic King" had already led them to stand atop this land's highest peak once more.

Whether monks or knights, men or women, everyone raised their arms in cheers, singing and dancing in public places.

Eric naturally didn't need to "celebrate with the people." Led by Anos, he entered the meeting room of Gotthob Palace.

There, another group of excited people awaited him—the representatives of the guardian knight families of the Danish royal lineage, the ruling elders of the Christian Council, and recluses as old as Lake.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Eric frowned, sat on the main seat, and said calmly, "No need for formalities."

Seeing the eager looks in the eyes of the people seated, Eric was somewhat confused. What were they here for? Could it be that there truly was a kind of "loyalty" that could last five hundred and sixty years without deteriorating? Or were they expecting him to bring them some "benefits"?

Noticing the room seemed to be falling silent, Anos coughed a few times and said, "Most of the people here are meeting the Magic King for the first time. Please introduce yourselves." Explore more stories with My Virtual Library Empire

Upon hearing this, an elderly man with a robust build and a ruddy face stood up immediately. With a voice like a bell, he greeted Eric, "Your Majesty, I am Lars Emil John, a guardian knight. The John family is one of the four guardian families of the Danish royal lineage, currently managing the fishing industry and fish product processing industry in Greenland for you. We control a fishing area over two hundred nautical miles and nearly five hundred fishing boats."

"Managing for me?" Eric was slightly puzzled.

"Yes." Lars replied respectfully, "In Greenland, everything, whether on land or at sea, animal or mineral, belongs to the royal lineage. The island's residents also belong to the royal lineage, including a Paladin, seven Golden Knights, and sixty-five Silver Knights from our John family! Now, all these are yours!"

It seems the John family is more powerful than the Broumell family! Although their Golden Knights and Silver Knights are only half of the Broumell family's, the presence of a Paladin makes up for all the difference! However, this advantage can only last for ten years at most.

With the improved battle aura techniques, the Broumell family will no longer be estranged from the Paladin rank. And with Meyer's current condition, once her hidden ailment is cured, she could definitely advance to Paladin within a few years even without my help...

Seeing the smile on Eric's face, Lars assumed he had received the Magic King's approval. His already glowing face shone even more radiantly.

After bowing, he sat down, looking around proudly.

Next, a sharp-eyed, thin middle-aged man stood up and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, I am Conrad Stingholt. Our Stingholt family is also one of the four guardian families of the royal lineage, with a Paladin, six Golden Knights, and fifty-two Silver Knights. We currently manage the hunting and livestock industries in Greenland for you."

"Is it possible to hunt and raise livestock on the island?" Eric was surprised. He had heard that Greenland was mostly covered in ice and snow, with very little green land.

"Hunting is a traditional industry. One-quarter of the island's population depends on it for their livelihood. It produces approximately 180,000 sealskins, over 3,000 fox skins, and more than 1,000 mink skins annually. As for livestock, it mainly involves grazing sheep and reindeer on ice moss. Every year, this provides us with 600,000 kilograms of meat, along with additional income from skins, antlers, and other by-products."

After him, another robust middle-aged man stood up and said, "I am Joseph Mosfitt from the Mosfitt family, one of the four guardian families. On behalf of our family, I pledge loyalty to Your Majesty, including one Paladin, five Golden Knights, and forty-eight Silver Knights."

Eric did not expect such flattery from this seemingly sincere man. He smiled and glanced at Lake beside him, asking, "Is the Paladin in your family him?"

"Yes," Joseph nodded. "This is my great-uncle, named..."

"Lake, right?" Eric interjected before he could finish.

"Your Majesty, you know my great-uncle?" Joseph was astonished, clearly unaware of the fight between Eric and Lake the previous day.

Eric nodded, looking at Lake. "How is your injury?"

"It's much better now, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty." Whether due to Eric's status or the formal setting, Lake, unlike his rough demeanor the day before, now appeared quite dignified.

"Great-uncle, weren't you in seclusion at the central cathedral? How did you get injured?" Joseph inquired.

Facing his nephew's question, Lake spoke without shame, "Yesterday, I sparred with His Majesty and got injured by his inherited combat aura from the old King Gorm! But I'm fine now..."

Lake's words were true, but he didn't mention that he only used seventy percent of his strength due to carelessness. This omission led to a significant consequence—almost everyone looked at Eric with awe.

These people were well aware of Lake's strength. Anyone who could injure him and remain "unscathed" had to be at least a high-level Paladin. High-level Paladins weren't rare, but a young high-level Paladin was astonishing!

Oh my, a Magic King, a Paladin... Is our era truly upon us?

The eyes of the crowd shifted from "eager" to "fanatical," making Eric somewhat uncomfortable. He frowned and asked, "What industries do you manage?"

"Your Majesty, the Mosfitt family oversees the mining industry in Greenland. Currently, we only mine coal, iron, gold, and cryolite. Coal and iron are primarily for the daily lives of Greenland's residents, while the profitable industries are cryolite and the related magic equipment manufacturing. As for gold, it's all stored, totaling 2,008 tons!"

"Currently mining?" Eric keenly caught the phrase and asked, "So, you know there are other mineral resources in Greenland?"

Joseph nodded, "In addition to the ones we mine, we have discovered rich deposits of lead, chromium, tungsten, oil, and combustible ice."

"Why not organize manpower to mine them?" Eric took the opportunity to ask a question that had arisen during a conversation with Meyer.

"Over six hundred years ago, our Mosfitt family was granted the mining rights for gold, silver, copper, iron, coal, and cryolite by the royal lineage. Without your consent, how could we mine recklessly? That would be equivalent to encroaching on your property..."

Is this stubbornness or blind loyalty?

Eric sighed silently, motioning for Joseph to sit down. Then he turned to Ophelia and said, "Aren't you also a guardian knight? Your family should be the last of the four, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," Ophelia nodded, then added, "Our Lauritsen family ranks first among the four guardian families, traditionally responsible for assisting and monitoring the current Danish royal family. We have two Paladins, ten Golden Knights, and ninety-one Silver Knights."

"Do you manage any industries?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. Novo Group is an industry managed by our Lauritsen family on your behalf."

"Novo Group?" Eric was slightly surprised. He had heard the name at Medicine King Sect, "The one that produces insulin and enzymes, which hold fifty percent of the world market share for each?"

Ophelia nodded, "Your Majesty has heard of it?"

Eric nodded, asking with some confusion, "Given your vast industries, why do Greenland's residents only have a modest living standard?"

"These industries are yours, Your Majesty!" Ophelia replied as if it were obvious. "We four families are merely managers. Without your consent, how could we arbitrarily set salaries?"

"Then how are the current salaries set?"

"The island's residents are your most loyal servants. Their salaries are issued in Danish Krone based on old royal regulations..."

A servant salary system established over a thousand years ago, at least five hundred and sixty years ago, still in use today? Has Denmark never experienced inflation, or did old King Gorm or the last royal lineage king set the servants' salaries comparable to minor nobility?