Dragons are bullshit. Any human instinctively knows this, not only because Dragons are big and powerful, but because they have magic. And Dragon magic seems to work on whatever rules it wants.

The Dragon rulers of Cathay have actually raised their Bastion wall going for thousands of kilometers with a single spell. Little Jet had a long way to go until he reached those magical heights, but in Nuln he proved his worth.

I simply said: "It's nothing bad if you fail, Jet. I will be a bit disappointed, and just hire a dozen Dwarf smiths instead."

I know, I was a bit unfair, but he would grow faster this way.

Thus, the Imperial Dragon bypassed thousands of years of study and casted not only Durability but also Protection from Fire enchantments on the new rifled cannons just finished by the Engineers. Not exactly runes, but the draconic equivalent which worked just as well.

And then, to amaze me even more, Jet enchanted the artillery shells with his dragonfire, or filled them with exploding napalm. One of these two.

Emma was supposed to be a reserved and sneaky type, as a Grey mage, but the test firing of the Nuln cannons filled her heart with excitement anyways.

Those straw targets exploded and burned like...desiccated undead, perhaps.

"Can you imagine what these big guns will do now, Lord Warden? A dozen of them would lay waste to entire armies from afar! And never get worn out either." She gushed with a gleam in the eye, and hugged me tight.

"Imagine that. And I just ordered 100 such cannons for my Army of the East." I noted in a wry voice.

Emma blushed a little as my hands lifted her by her bouncy ass. "We could celebrate at an inn...maybe with some wine." she proposed in a horny voice.

And so we did. Her bouncy breasts bounced nicely in front of me as she rode me for a few hours. Bouncy Emma. I bought her a long robe to hide my wife's precious bounciness from unworthy eyes.

The Empire will need thousands of cannons like this, especially the kind enchanted by a Dragon. Thus I ordered 300 more cannons, 20 for each Imperial province and 100 more for a second army. The South also suffered numerous incursions from Goblins, Orcs and other races, coming through mountain passed or forgotten tunnels under the Grey Mountains.

While I could pay an advance fee to start the new furnaces and hire more apprentices, I kinda lacked 300000 gold for the extra 3000 cannons.

"You could raid further away, Warden. The undead in Araby are very rich, entire pyramids filled with gold and gemstones. Magic items too." Emma proposed in a raspy voice, while hydrating herself to recover.

"That's an option, but not without risks. There are strong mages in those lands. Thousands of years old. Plus they may strike back at human lands afterwards." I mused in a low tone. I may need to go there anyways, maybe find another Book of Nagash or some amulets for magical protection.

"Hunt more pirates? There are numerous tiny islands and coves filled with treasure, and all kind of pirates from Araby corsairs to Dark Elves and undead ones from the Vampire Coast. Nobody will know, or mind, if you destroy such scum." My Grey mage wife whispered in a secretive voice.

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Pirate treasure? That sounded quite good! And also make the Imperial trade much safer. I should avoid killing human sailors though, unless I caught them in the act. Perhaps make a few examples of the more blood-thirsty ones, and reform the rest. As in, direct them to raid and plunder other races.

From Nuln we flew to Middleheim, where the Graf was supposed to grant me access to the local College of Magic which taught Battle_Magic to poor mages without a Wind.

I was also a poor mage, and in need to learn more spells, since my teacher sucked and promoted me to a Magister rank without teaching me much.

And also, provide me magic books to teach a Dragon how to become a great mage.

"It was not easy, Lord Warden. It seems the High Elf Teclis has imposed a number of rules for someone to become a Battle Wizard, and you would break most of them. You're also too old." Graf Todbringer muttered in low voice, while admiring my Imperial Dragon and his rider.

"So, what it will take?"I asked in casual tone.

"A Runefang weapon..." The Graf explained a bit hesitant.

I mean, if I wasn't me, it would have been impossible. The rare and precious runic weapons were gifted by the Dwarves in a limited number, only for the Elector Counts. And they couldn't give away their heirloom, even if they got mad and tried to.

In fact, I carried such a Runefang sword on my back, mostly because they could withstand 10 percent of my force without breaking, so I wouldn't need to keep replacing the great sword I carried for my martial look. I tended to forget about it and break it when moving a bit fast.

I drew out my sword and showed it to the nice Graf. "I can spare this one. It's not a famous weapon, but still made of Gromril and holding a few runes."

The man measured the great sword with a greedy face, then sighed. "The High Wizard will be extremely pleased."

I smiled and flew away, heading for the top of the mountain where the Wizards_and_Alchemists_Guild was built. Less than an hour later, I returned with a bag filled with magic manuals and a young and freckled Celestial Wind Wizard. I thought Magic Wind users didn't bother to visit Middleheim, but it seems the Celestial Order was also involved with leading this institute of learning.

Lady Janna was barely out of Apprenticeship, but the promise of a personal Runefang and teaching a whole lot of orphan children in the East convinced her somehow. But it was probably the High Wizard from the Gold Order being eager to grab my runic bribe, thus his unusual kindness with precious manuals and his assistant being given away.

Hmm. Hopefully my other wives won't mind two more wives. Ah, Anika will be upset again, won't she?