Oct 12, 2026 · 42 min · 13 segments
With chapter 35, "The Martyr," we're now at the penultimate chapter of book 3 of *Tales of Aurduin*, *The Alchemist and the Eagle.* In this chapter the arrangement made between Nuya and Jao comes to…
Martin BallHost
Wei Jen liked the sound of his name prefaced by such a formal and regal-sounding title.
He had always been a significant player in the politics and industry of the empire, but had been from behind the scenes, working carefully and meticulously to see that others succeeded and achieved recognition.
His work was never for himself, but always for the betterment and improvement of the empire and all that it stood for and promised to the world.
His loyalty and devotion had never been put into question, and he selflessly worked for the cause, however it might be defined by those in power.
Personally, Wei Jen had never sought out the positions of power, the prestige, the direct influence.
He had been content to contribute what he could to ensure innovative and streamlined production, access to necessary resources, finances, and the military backing necessary to protect and preserve the lifestyle of his clients, the Ringa and the Jalal elite.
But now Wei Jen had been given a new position in life, a new calling, and a new way of conceiving of himself in the world.
They and they alone had selected him from all of his colleagues to take the place of the late Ultak Ru and to represent their interests, goals, and ambitions to the Jalal populace.
They had anointed him and lifted him above the horizon of his life and enthroned him upon the seat of power.
Now that he had ascended, he had every intention of fulfilling all the wishes of his masters that were within his power.
First, he had delivered the great and holy gift of the most powerful weapon the world had ever known.
At first, he had been shocked like the others, but it all came to make sense to him.
Lies and manipulations for the good of the public were certainly justifiable and were, beyond any doubt, necessary.
The rebellion was a serious threat, and they did need to be dealt with, even if they were not as powerful as the Ringa had let them seem.
But the more important point was that empire was built not just on dominion and force, but also economics.
Without a vibrant industrial base, the empire could not expand and expect to survive.
Wei Jen, like the forward-thinking Ringa, did not want mere survival for the empire.
He wanted it to flourish and grow, spreading across the world like some brilliant flower, for that was what it truly was.
Wei Jen, unlike the heathens, the savages, the malcontents, had complete faith in the Ringa and truly believed in their divinity.
That they should rule the world with their righteous hand was the only conceivable future.
Wei Jen liked the sound of his name prefaced by such a formal and regal-sounding title.
He had always been a significant player in the politics and industry of the empire, but had been from behind the scenes, working carefully and meticulously to see that others succeeded and achieved recognition.
His work was never for himself, but always for the betterment and improvement of the empire and all that it stood for and promised to the world.
His loyalty and devotion had never been put into question, and he selflessly worked for the cause, however it might be defined by those in power.
Personally, Wei Jen had never sought out the positions of power, the prestige, the direct influence.
He had been content to contribute what he could to ensure innovative and streamlined production, access to necessary resources, finances, and the military backing necessary to protect and preserve the lifestyle of his clients, the Ringa and the Jalal elite.
But now Wei Jen had been given a new position in life, a new calling, and a new way of conceiving of himself in the world.
They and they alone had selected him from all of his colleagues to take the place of the late Ultak Ru and to represent their interests, goals, and ambitions to the Jalal populace.
They had anointed him and lifted him above the horizon of his life and enthroned him upon the seat of power.
Now that he had ascended, he had every intention of fulfilling all the wishes of his masters that were within his power.
First, he had delivered the great and holy gift of the most powerful weapon the world had ever known.
At first, he had been shocked like the others, but it all came to make sense to him.
Lies and manipulations for the good of the public were certainly justifiable and were, beyond any doubt, necessary.
The rebellion was a serious threat, and they did need to be dealt with, even if they were not as powerful as the Ringa had let them seem.
But the more important point was that empire was built not just on dominion and force, but also economics.
Without a vibrant industrial base, the empire could not expand and expect to survive.
Wei Jen, like the forward-thinking Ringa, did not want mere survival for the empire.
He wanted it to flourish and grow, spreading across the world like some brilliant flower, for that was what it truly was.
Wei Jen, unlike the heathens, the savages, the malcontents, had complete faith in the Ringa and truly believed in their divinity.
That they should rule the world with their righteous hand was the only conceivable future.
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